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In the eyes of outsiders, especially in the eyes of Lu Han Yang and the other two, Long Xiao Yun seemed to be a pampered and spoiled son of a rich family, but none of them had a deep understanding of what kind of person he was.

Although Long Xiao Yun had lived in the Wealthy Class courtyard since he was young, he had suffered a lot. He had grown up in a situation where he had to look at others with contempt and avoid them. In such an environment, Long Xiao Yun's personality was a bit twisted. His personality was exceptionally tough, and he was very fierce towards both himself and his enemies. He would often do something unexpected.

The way Long Xiao Yun fought with his life on the line was something Xiao Lao San was not used to. He did not understand. Long Xiao Yun was clearly the young master of the Long family, but he was fighting with his life on the line. He would rather get hurt himself than let his opponent get away with it. If Xiao Lao San didn't defend and focused on his attacks, the result would definitely be a mutual destruction, or even a death match.

At this moment, whether it was in terms of aura or mental state, Long Xiao Yun had gradually turned the balance around. It was an exceptionally fierce fighting style that did not care for one's life. It only attacked and did not defend, causing Long Xiao Yun to attack with all his might.

"Old Xiao, taste the power of my Death God Scythe!" Long Xiao Yun held the Sickle of the God of Death in his hand as he leapt into the air, slashing down with lightning speed. "Dragon Soars the Nine Heavens!" A black dragon shadow appeared in the air and pounced towards Old Xiao and Old Xiao.

"Black dragon shadow?" As Long Ziyuan saw this strange dragon shadow, her heart couldn't help but tremble. Long Yue's Nine Heavens was something that every member of the Long family had to learn. It was also the most powerful move. It was unquestionable when it was used to suppress the enemy. But no matter the level of cultivation, or the strength of the attack, the image that Long Yuxing revealed should be a green dragon, and what Long Xiao Yun revealed should be a huge black dragon.

The Black Dragon looked even more mighty and domineering than the Azure Dragon, and the Dragon Soaring Through Nine Heavens was also even more powerful. However, it emitted a type of death aura, and in other words, the Dragon Soaring Through Nine Heavens was no longer just simply a Dragon Soaring Through Nine Heavens. Long Ziyuan herself could not say whether this was a good thing or a bad thing.

Xiao Laoer saw a huge black dragon charging towards him and hurriedly used his sword to block it. Even though Xiao Lingxi knew that his cultivation was higher than Long Xiao Yun, she did not dare to be disrespectful to him!

"Clang!" The Sickle of the God of Death struck Old Xiao's sword heavily. The powerful impact instantly sent Old Xiao and Old Xiao flying. Xiao Lao San used the force of his retreat to somersault in the air and deftly deflected Long Xiao Yun's powerful attack. However, he still had to retreat a few steps before he managed to stop himself from retreating.

"What a tyrannical power!" This power should not be weaker than a first stage ninth heaven cultivation! " Xiao Laoer felt extremely shocked, but he did not speak out the words in his heart. Long Xiao Yun's cultivation was only at the seventh heaven, but when he used his full strength, he could still reach the first ninth heaven.

If he had not pulled out his sword in time to block, even if he did not die, he would have been severely injured. Facing Long Xiao Yun, who could also use the power of the first and ninth levels of heaven, Xiao Lao San felt even more uneasy. In his heart, he had already treated Long Xiao Yun as a monster. In his heart, there was a clear and cold feeling of fear, as if telling him that he wouldn't be able to defeat Long Xiao Yun.

"Is that all you have? "This is too disappointing!" Long Xiao Yun wanted to kill you while you were still sick, so he brandished the Sickle of the God of Death once again to chase after and kill Xiao Lao and the Second Master of the Xiao family. Every time he brandished the Sickle of the God of Death, it would bring forth a strange black energy. It seemed as if ghosts were crying and ghosts were laughing, causing one's entire body to feel uncomfortable and creepy.

"Ding Ding Ding Dang Dang!" Sounds of weapons clashing rang out in quick succession. Originally, it should have been the scene of Xiao Lao Er suppressing Long Xiao Yun, but it was miraculously reversed. The more Long Xiao Yun fought, the more brave he became, and the more Xiao Lao Er fought. Even though Xiao Lao Er was able to block Long Xiao Yun's attacks, he did not have the strength to fight back. If this situation continued, then Xiao Lao Yun would definitely be the one to lose.

If Xiao Laoer lost, there would definitely be someone who would be happy and someone who would be sad. Those who had won by buying the Dragon Roar Clouds were naturally all smiles, but those who had won by buying the second son of the Xiao Family all had miserable looks on their faces. They had all put in a lot of effort. If Xiao Laoer lost, they would really lose everything.

"Old Xiao, are you f * cking capable of trying your best? Aren't you one of the top disciples in the sect?" How can you be beaten like a dead dog! "

"That's right, aren't you usually that awesome when you bully us? You sure are awesome now! "

"Do you want me to lose everything? Hurry up and call me back! "

"Trash only knows how to bully the weak. If I really meet an opponent, what difference is there between me and a salted fish?"

The obscenities that filled the air made Xiao Lao San suffer a heavy blow. He was once a proud and delicate person among the new disciples. No matter where he went, there would always be people bowing and bowing, but now, he was being scolded as a dog. A wave of anger suddenly emerged from Xiao Lao San's body as he opened Long Xiao Yun's Sickle of the God of Death and roared, "All of you shut your mouth! Otherwise, I will chop all of you up!"

No matter how embarrassed Xiao Lao San was right now, his strength still far exceeded the strength of the disciples who had just entered the sect. Perhaps, right now, Xiao Laoer's clone was insufficient, but who could guarantee that he would not settle the score. Therefore, those people who were crazily cursing just now immediately shut their mouths, no longer daring to speak.

"Good, Old Xiao, this is more like it. Come, come, give me two more moves. Don't let me underestimate you!" When Long Xiao Yun saw that Xiao Lao San was getting angry, he did not get nervous and became even more excited. If his opponent was suppressed by him, then it would not be exciting enough for Long Xiao Yun. The stronger his opponent was, the more excited Long Xiao Yun would be. This seemed to be a sick mentality, but it was actually the best way for Long Xiao Yun to become stronger.

"You're courting death!" Xiao Lao San was so angry that he almost exploded. All of his anger was focused on this sword and this sword was fast and fierce. It was the hope of Xiao Lao Er turning the tables around. However, when he saw that Long Xiao Yun's Sickle of the God of Death had also landed on his head, his heart immediately tightened.

If this sword were to strike Long Xiao Yun, he would definitely die, but his head would also be split in half by Long Xiao Yun. This kind of life and death situation was not something that Xiao Lao San could accept. Thus, he once again withdrew his attack and used a defensive stance to block Long Xiao Yun's blade.

Meeting on a narrow path and winning with courage was a principle that would never change! In a situation where strength was similar, whoever was not afraid of death would be the final victor!