One of the Seven Demons of the Demon World: Ling Xuan, with vicious 'anger' in the palm of his hand, red hair and red eyes, flamboyant and wanton in character, doing things as he pleases, but he is the Demon Venerable with the most sturdy fighting power. Warm-hearted and addicted to fighting, in his eyes, human beings are only divided into two types, one is the one that allows him to fight heartily, and the other is the weak. The outcome of fighting him is death, and he doesn't even bother to look at the weak.
If there was a strategy ranking, Ling Xuan would definitely be kicked into the bottom three by Chu Muyun.
Because this guy loves to fight wildly all his life, and there is no love in his head at all, so it is probably harder to make this little wolf dog fall in love with a person than to let him quit 'meat and bones'!
However, Chu Muyun personally admired him very much.
Crazy, domineering, dragging, and handsome without friends.
Chu Muyun is a bloody man, so he naturally likes this kind of character.
Of course, the premise is that you only play from a distance and don't play close.
If this is for fun...
Hehe, look at our arrogant emperor.
I have been missed for three hundred years, and almost as soon as the agreed date arrives, this rabid dog will come running, regardless of whether people want it or not, they will fight when they come up, and if they do, they will fight to the death...
It is said that when a scholar meets a soldier, there is no reason to say it.
Mo Jiushao is more than elegant and alone, and he can only barely drag on for three hundred years when he encounters this one.
For Mo Jiushao, this episode was the second turning point in his fate.
First, Yan Junqing's fiery poison caused his demon soul to be engraved, and then an angry challenge caused him to be seriously injured.
It is precisely because of this injury that the protagonist and the hacked classmate Xiaoyan can bring down Arrogance. Otherwise, even if Mo Jiushao can be suppressed by suppressing the poison of fierce fire, his cultivation level is still terrifyingly high. If you die, you have to have 20 protagonists and 10 Xiaoyans to play.
With such an important plot point, what is Chu Muyun going to do
Of course, he won the arrogant emperor in one fell swoop!
Ling Xuan stood against the wind, his red hair was drawn in a flamboyant arc, and his facial features were extremely handsome. If it weren't for the blood in those scarlet eyes, this wild and handsome figure alone would have fascinated thousands of girls and couldn't walk.
His thin lips curled slightly, and he raised his voice: "Three hundred years ago, your cultivation was greatly damaged in order to help Yan Shen break through the realm of spirituality. If I fought with you at that time, it would be impossible to win, so I gave you a recovery. time, and today, should you also fulfill the agreement?"
When he finished speaking, a blue-blue figure appeared on the white jade steps.
The arrogant emperor was wearing a Ruoshui robe, surrounded by light-colored gauze, and his black hair was tied with a jade crown.
He spoke in a gentle and light voice: "Ling Xuan, you can't kill me."
The moment Ling Xuan saw him, his red eyes burst into more dazzling flames. He licked his lower lip and said with high spirits, "How would you know if you didn't try?"
Mo Jiushao's eyes were cold: "No matter how many times you try, you won't get the result."
"So what?" The man smiled arrogantly, "If I can't kill you, I will let you kill me. I, Ling Xuan, have never been afraid of death."
Mo Jiushao stared at him: "Do you have to fight me today?"
Ling Xuan also stared at him: "I must see the moon-hunting swordsmanship that is famous in the Three Realms!"
"Since that's the case..." Mo Jiushao raised his hand, and in the tumult, a dark blue long sword burst out of the air and landed firmly in his palm, "As you wish."
The battle is imminent!
Chu Muyun did not arrive at the scene, but hurried to Yan Junqing's residence.
At such a critical moment, Zero has been keeping an eye on the battlefield, analyzing the progress of the battle with arrogance and anger, and calculating the time to match Chu Muyun's plan.
Just arrived at Yan Junqing's bedroom, the boy had already put on his clothes and walked out. After seeing Chu Muyun, he said anxiously, "Brother Yun, are you injured?"
He could perceive a powerful unfamiliar force, very strong, and the coercion that was exuded could even be compared to Zun Shang.
Yan Junqing instinctively judged that this was a strong enemy, so strong that Zun Shang took the shot himself!
When he saw Chu Muyun coming over, he felt relieved, took his hand and continued, "It's okay, Brother Yun, I will protect..." Without saying the word 'you', Chu Muyun suddenly raised his hand and saw Blood beads fell from his fingertips, and then the originally empty room seemed to be stained with ink, and black and cumbersome lines lit up.
Yan Junqing didn't understand the formation method at all, but after following behind Chu Muyun for so long, he could see what he was doing.
"Brother Yun, what are you doing?"
The formation was already set up long ago, and the only thing missing was the introduction. Chu Muyun activated this 'prisoner formation' in just three seconds, and perfectly locked Yan Junqing in it.
After realizing that she was trapped, Yan Junqing panicked: "Brother Yun... You... "
Chu Muyun's face was calm, only a trace of doting and reluctance flashed in his eyes: "Live well."
He gave him four words, but it was like a heavy hammer, knocking Yan Junqing into a trance: "What are you going to do? Where are you going? Brother Yun! You..." He shouted, because The terrifying thoughts that rose in his heart made him panic to the extreme. He was bound by the formation and couldn't move at all, but he could make a sound, "Don't go over there! It's very dangerous there! It's enough to have respect, Brother Yun, you'll pass when you pass... Will..." Will die!
"I just do what I need to do, Xiaoqing..." Chu Muyun gave him a back view and the last sentence, "Please live well for yourself."
A thick black mist erupted from the formation, and Yan Junqing could hardly see Mu Yun's figure, but at this moment, this scene coincided with that unforgettable night.
Yan's house collapsed, blood and miasma swallowed up the hope of survival. He watched his family die tragically, helpless, and there was only boundless despair and pain in his chest.
Surviving that disaster, he swore that he would never lose anyone he cared about again, and he would absolutely protect all who he wanted to protect...
But now... just when he thought he had become stronger, thought he had the ability, thought he could create hope...
Repeat the same mistakes.
The figure of Chu Muyun's departure overlapped with that of his father who died to protect him.
The same scene, the same experience, made Yan Junqing almost collapse, the remorse in his heart grew vigorously, took root in his heart, grew wildly at an extremely fast speed, and finally embedded all the flesh and blood, and the branches and buds emanating were screaming. There is only one sentence: become stronger, stronger, must become stronger!
Only in this way can... protect the people you want to protect. Only in this way will I not lose the people I cherish, and only in this way will I not be so incompetent, so embarrassed and so desperate.
Yan Junqing didn't cry, but his facial features were distorted to the extreme because of the emotions in his heart. He was hoarse and his voice was extremely bitter: "Don't die, Brother Yun, don't die!"
After Chu Muyun got Yan Junqing done, he hurried to the front door.
"How's the battle going?"
Zero has been watching closely: "Twenty percent."
This is what they agreed. Zero can analyze the storage of vigor in the two people's bodies. Because arrogance and anger are evenly matched, the first half basically consumes each other, and the winner is not so fast.
The key point is when both of them are more than half of their strength.
Chu Muyun held his breath and waited, while Zero also kept reporting the numbers to him.
The front hall of Qianluan Peak was already in a violent storm, and the gorgeous palace was swept into a mess. Because of the majestic pressure overflowing, the entire mountain began to vibrate, and even the sky was stained with ink, breaking the air. The sound was bursting, and the thunder was roaring, as if a blizzard was coming.
Chu Muyun finally stopped in a safe place. He stared at the battlefield, but he couldn't see anything clearly.
The staggered two people almost became phantoms, black and red and cyan and blue glued together, sword light radiated in all directions, and the powerful force flowing down could easily turn the hard spar into pieces.
Chu Muyun watched without blinking, he had to pay full attention, and there must be no mistake.
Activating the formation one minute earlier will not be able to trap these two people.
Activating the formation one minute later will damage the formation due to the violent power of these two people, and even if it is activated, its power will be greatly reduced.
The most subtle point he has calculated is when the strength of arrogance and anger declines to fifty percent on average...
Zero's voice returned to a rigid electronic tone: "Forty percent, forty-five percent, forty-six percent, forty-seven percent..."
When he finally spit out: "Forty-nine percent", Chu Muyun quickly cut his wrist, and a large amount of blood poured out, accompanied by the electronic sound of "fifty percent... A huge blood-red pattern appeared.
Mo Jiushao and Ling Xuan noticed the difference at the same time. Their bodies were as fast as lightning, and they rushed to the mouth of the formation at the same time, obviously trying to escape the shackles of the formation.
But Chu Muyun calculated more accurately, he estimated their mobility, and accurately judged their body reaction speed when their energy was only 50%.
So... there is no escape.
But in an instant, the two emperors who were proud of the demon world stopped moving at the same time. They were entangled in blood-red lines and stood in place.
After a battle, the two of them remained undiminished.
Ling Xuan's red hair and red eyes seemed to be brighter and brighter, and the fingers burning with black flames were evil and charming, and the power contained in them was also extremely terrifying.
Mo Jiushao's blue silk was like ink, and his light gray eyes were completely darkened. He held the dark blue long sword that was flowing with brilliance, and stared at the young man in the center of the formation without blinking.
The young man there wore a silver-white robe, which was woven from snow silk that he had specially collected from the coldest land. The color was like snow and frost.
At this time, the beautiful clothes were stained with scarlet bloodstains. In the strong contrast, it was like a ephemera blooming in the middle of the night. It was extremely beautiful and desperate.
Chu Muyun raised his head and looked at Mo Jiushao, "The one who killed the entire Chu family... it was you!"