Wandong frowned, touched his nose, and said a little unhappily, "Senior, although you are a senior, you can't curse others casually."
"Scolding? Do you know that if I am unhappy, a river of blood will flow out in a moment!" As he said that, a blizzard-like murderous aura erupted from the man's body, making Wan Dong's heart beat wildly. Since his debut, he has seen many strong men of all kinds, but there is no one who can burst out with such terrifying murderous intent.
This kind of murderous aura definitely does not come from cultivation, but is definitely real and accumulated bit by bit from killing. What this person said about the rivers of blood was definitely not a boast!
"But you are a very interesting kid. I won't kill you for the time being. Go on, what else did you hear from the sound of my flute?"
The man frowned slightly, and the murderous aura bursting out of his body disappeared in an instant.
Wandong's body suddenly felt light, and he thought to himself, this person is really terrifying, and the power he sensed from the true meaning of Yun is almost useless in front of him.
After a pause, Wandong continued, "But in addition to the joy in the sound of the flute, senior, there seems to be hidden sorrow and even contradictions like thick fog. Since you are eager for your sweetheart to meet you, But for some reason, I don’t want her to come. There are so many tangles in it..."
"That's enough, don't say any more!" Before Wan Dong finished speaking, the man suddenly waved his hand and shouted sternly.
Wandong also knew that he must have poked a sore spot in him, so he wisely closed his mouth.
After a moment of silence, the man's anger seemed to subside. He turned to look at Wandong again and said, "You are smarter and sharper than I thought. I even doubt whether you know how to read minds!"
"Senior, you are honored! Mind-reading is such a fictitious thing that juniors naturally have no chance to learn it. But then again, the sound of senior's flute is the voice of the heart. When I read the sound of the flute, I can also read the senior's mind."
"Well said! The sound of the flute is the voice of the heart! By the way, how is your injury?" The man changed the topic and asked.
Wandong hurriedly saluted him and said, "Junior, thank you senior for healing your wounds and saving your life!"
The man waved his hand and said with a smile, "You don't have to thank me! I was the one who caused your injury, so it's natural for me to treat it."
"What!?" Wandong's heart suddenly trembled, and he looked up at him with surprise on his face. "You... are you the assassin who wanted to kill Mu Tong in the Lin family?"
The man didn't shy away. He nodded and said, "That's right! I prepared for a full hour before taking action, but I didn't expect that you would destroy it in the end."
"You... why did you want to assassinate Mu Tong?" Wandong couldn't help but asked in shock.
"Follow your orders!"
"Acting on orders?" Wandong was surprised again and couldn't figure out who had such great ability to give him orders.
The man seemed to be filled with infinite sadness about this, his face turned dark for a while, and his brows were full of helplessness.
"Then... what about Mu Tong?" Wan Dong suddenly remembered and asked with a voice full of nervousness and anxiety.
"Haha... what do you think?" the man said with a smile.
"You killed her?!" Wandong's whole body seemed to be wrapped in ice, and the coldness penetrated his entire body.
When Mu Lian talked about Mu Tong to him back then, her words were full of love, which shows how important Mu Tong is to Mu Lian. Wan Dong had even seen Mu Lian crying sadly for Mu Tong, and his heart ached.
"She is my mission, of course she will die!"
The man seemed completely unaware of Wandong's mood at this time, and acted in an understatement, as if Mu Tong was just a cat, dog, and weed, and her life and death were meaningless.
Wandong couldn't help but feel a surge of anger in his heart. All the good feelings he had for this person disappeared in an instant. No matter how charming and unrestrained this person is, no matter how high his cultivation level is, he is still just an executioner who kills people without blinking an eye. Why does such a person make people like him
"You shouldn't kill her!" Wandong's eyes were slightly red, and a hint of murderous intent came out of him.
"Maybe, but I already killed her."
"Then, your death has come!" Wandong's expression suddenly became sharp, and with a flick of his wrist, the Samsara Sword flew out of the storage ring with a cold light that reached the sky, and fell into Wandong's hand.
"This sword is... you are indeed that person!" Seeing the Reincarnation Sword, the man's expression visibly perked up, and he couldn't help but let out an exclamation.
However, Wandong simply ignored these at this time. With a loud shout, the Samsara Sword suddenly swung up, killing thousands of miles of blood, and disappeared into thin air. The two merged into one and erupted from the sword's edge. The two extremely powerful swords almost merged together, turning into a terrifying waterfall-like sword light that rushed straight towards the man with great force.
The sea of clouds not far away seemed to be affected by Wandong's sword energy. Waves of clouds rose up out of thin air. Looking from a distance, they looked like giant dragons flying and dancing in the sea of clouds.
Wan Dong knew in his heart that this man was definitely the most powerful person he had ever encountered in his life, and he did not dare to hold back at all. He used a full 120% of his strength with this sword.
"This is not the attack power that a peak Earth Wheel can display. Among your peers, you can indeed be proud of yourself. But against me, Lu Youlong, you are still far behind!" Lu Youlong laughed loudly, and his figure seemed to be angry. He stood motionless on the spot, with his left hand behind his back and only his right hand raised. His right arm trembled slightly, and a mottled palm force that was more than ten feet thick immediately spurted out through the palm of his hand, causing a series of sounds between the heaven and the earth, like ghosts crying and wolves howling, which made people's hair stand on end.
Wandong's feeling was absolutely correct. Lu Youlong was already a strong man who had reached the peak of the divine way. Wandong's sword light was completely vulnerable to him. There was a loud bang, and the sword energy released by Wandong exploded in the air, not even lifting the corner of Lu Youlong's clothes.
Although Wan Dong had expected it, he was still surprised. At this moment, the five fingers of Lu Youlong's right hand suddenly spread out, and another majestic energy shot through the air towards Wan Dong. Wan Dong was surprised and hurriedly raised his Samsara Sword to resist.
For a moment, his chest felt as if someone had hit him hard with a heavy hammer. His feet were pushed backwards uncontrollably. There was a surge of blood in his chest, and even breathing became a luxury. In an instant, his face turned red from holding it back. After experiencing this feeling once, no one would want to do it a second time.
"puff!"
After taking more than ten steps back, a mouthful of blood spurted out, but Wan Dong didn't care, breathing heavily as if he had died once.
"Now you understand, in front of me, you don't even have the slightest chance."
"Not sure!" Wandong gritted his teeth and stood up, holding the Samsara Sword tighter.
Lu Youlong chuckled and said, "Your unyielding will is indeed admirable, but sometimes, will can't change anything."
"You talk too much! Look at the sword!" Before Lu Youlong could finish his words, Wandong's feet swayed, and his whole body immediately merged into the wind.
After thousands of miles of blood massacre, the smoke disappeared, and the Samsara Sword was unable to do anything to Lu Youlong. Wandong knew that he really had no chance against Lu Youlong in a head-on fight. The only thing he could rely on now was Zhenfengbu. .
"Huh?" Lu Youlong was obviously a little surprised by Zhen Feng Bu, and his brows furrowed slightly.
Even against monks at the peak of the Tiange realm, Wan Dong relied on Zhenfengbu and had the confidence to fight against them. However, at this time, he was facing a strong man at the peak of the Divine Dao realm, and he had no confidence at all.
He could only hold his breath desperately, hide his body shape and breath in the wind, and quietly approach Lu Youlong. And this process is a kind of torture for anyone. Wandong and Lu Youlong were actually only separated by a distance of more than ten feet, but to Wandong, they seemed like the ends of the earth. Every step forward was so difficult.
But when Wan Dong was only three feet away from Lu Youlong, Wan Dong discovered that he could no longer take a step forward. The three-foot-wide area with Lu Youlong as the core seemed to be covered by a huge invisible cover. Even if Wandong used the True Wind Step to the extreme, he could not break through. Because there is no loophole to find in this cover.
"Although your body skills are powerful, before the absolute gap in cultivation level, it is completely meaningless!" Lu Youlong shook his head and said calmly.
"Is this a method that a strong man at the pinnacle of Shinto should use? It's simply shameless!" Wan Dong said bitterly after being unable to break through several times.
"Haha... Do you think you can do anything to me if you get close to me? Come and try!"
As soon as Lu Youlong's laughter died down, the mask in front of Wandong disappeared without a trace. Nothing could stop Wandong anymore, Wandong arrived in front of Lu Youlong in one breath. Without any hesitation, Wandong immediately waved the Samsara Sword.
The blade of the sword brought out a sharp roar and passed through Lu Youlong's body in an instant, but the scene of blood splattering that Wan Dong expected did not happen at all. It was just an afterimage!
But how could it be? The moment Wan Dong passed by with his sword, he clearly saw Lu Youlong smiling at him. How could the afterimage smile
But Wandong had no time to think about it. The direct consequence of the sword's missing point was that Wandong had nowhere to put his effort, and his body stumbled forward and fell forward under the influence of huge inertia.
At this moment, a hand suddenly placed on his shoulder from behind. Needless to say, it must be Lu Youlong. Without thinking, Wan Dong reversed the edge of his sword and stabbed fiercely behind him. But the result was the same as before, the sword point came up short again.
"I don't believe it!"
Repeated failures aroused Wandong's anger. He used the True Wind Step to the extreme, and the Samsara Sword in his hand seemed to be going crazy and kept thrusting out. One sword, ten swords, a hundred swords... In the end, even Wandong himself didn't remember how many times he had stabbed Lu Youlong, but every time it was just an afterimage, without exception... (To be continued)