Long Yi and the three women looked at each other and flew up together. They saw several corpses lying scattered in the middle of the street not far away. The corpses were covered with frost and there was a slight chill. wwW,QuanBeN-XiaoShuo,cOmLooking at the clothes of these corpses, they are obviously from rich families.
Long Yi descended from the sky with the three girls, and after checking the corpses, he found that they all had an ice arrow in their chests, and all the bones, blood, and muscles inside had turned into ice, making it difficult to die.
"You are so strong in water magic. It's really scary that the ice arrow technique can cause such power." Sibi said in horror. The ice arrow technique is only a fifth-level single-target water magic attack, but it seems to cause no less power than a single person. An eighth-level single-target attack magic. This person's water magic cultivation level has definitely reached the level of a great demon seeker.
"Could it be Wushuang?" Long Yi and Leng Youyou said in unison. After knowing that in addition to Shui Linglong, the great water magician in Canglan Continent, the only one they could think of was Wushuang who came from the Lost City.
But at this time, Long Yi's strange heartbeat rhythm had disappeared. If it was really Wushuang, then she must have left here.
Among the people lying on the ground, Long Yi knew one of them. He had seen him at the last palace banquet, but he had forgotten who it was. However, he should not be weak in strength, but he was easily solved.
"Does anyone know what happened?" Long Yihuan said majestically.
Two shopkeepers from two nearby stores told what happened, and it was just the result of a playboy teasing a woman. At that time, a woman dressed in white, slim and wearing a veil passed by. As a result, these dandies came up to tease her. The woman became ruthless and went crazy on the spot. She waved her little hand and ice mist floated up, making these people look like this. The woman in white also disappeared.
At this time, the city guards who were protecting Tenglong City ran over, and Long Yi didn't want to stay any longer. He thought that the woman in white was most likely Wushuang, otherwise it wouldn't have been such a coincidence. Long Yi turned around and said to Nangong Xiangyun: "Xiangyun, you take Sibi and Youyou back first, and I'll go find Wushuang."
Nangong Xiangyun responded, took care of Long Yi or two, and then took Si Bi and Youyou back to Ximen Mansion. Long Yi was in a hurry to find a person in Tenglong City, Nuo Dadi, who was looking for a needle in a haystack. But what makes him better is that he has a strange telepathy with Wushuang. As long as Wushuang is near him, he will definitely be able to detect it.
The tireless Long Yi was spinning around in the sky above Tenglong City as if on stimulants. But strangely, I never felt that strange heartbeat again. Could it be that Wushuang left Tenglong City? Long Yi thought with a sense of disappointment.
After thinking about it, Long Yi thought that Wushuang might have left the Tenglong City area. She had killed several young nobles, and Tenglong City would definitely be cordoned off and searched. She probably won't stay in Tenglong City to avoid trouble, but that's not possible, depending on the strength of the Wushuang Great Mage. There are very few people who can stop her. If two forbidden curses were unleashed, many people would die. Although Wushuang is soft and weak, he can kill people without blinking an eye. Back in the wilderness grassland, Wushuang used a ninth-level magic in the ice and snow to freeze hundreds of people from the Ice Wind mercenary group led by the third prince of the Proud Moon Empire. ice sculpture.
When Long Yi came to the foot of the mountain in the west of Tenglong City, he was a little disappointed. After all, he still couldn't find Wushuang. Just when Long Yi wanted to go back, the space was suddenly distorted by powerful fighting spirit and magic. It was so shocking that Long Yi's energy and blood surged.
"So strong, what a fucking pervert." Long Yi cursed, but he was extremely horrified in his heart. You must know that his Aotian Jue has almost broken through the third to fourth levels. It has three elements: water, fire, and thunder. His magic has reached the level of a magic seeker, and his mental power is even more powerful. It can be said that he will never lose even if he doesn't win against a master at the level of a great magic seeker or a sword master. But at this time, it is just magic. The shock of fighting spirit was so shocking that he was about to vomit blood. How abnormal must this master be
Long Yi suppressed the depression in his heart with a breath of energy. He guessed that there must be two top masters dueling on the other side of the mountain. The magician must have surpassed the realm of the great mage and reached the legendary realm of the magic god, while the swordsman He must have surpassed the realm of Sword Saint and reached the realm of Sword God.
The God of Dharma versus the God of Swords makes me excited just thinking about it. But after the wave of magical fighting energy just now, there was no movement. Only a faint light could be seen coming from the mountain side. Long Yi guessed that they were covered with a barrier.
Without thinking much, Long Yi soared into the sky and flew towards the other side of the mountain.
Not long after, Long Yi was already standing on the top of the mountain. He saw a large light blue barrier covering the other side of the mountain, but nothing could be seen clearly inside the barrier. It was just foggy, and there were sounds from time to time. The golden snake was dancing wildly in it, and he couldn't tell what was happening inside, but even if he was outside the barrier, he could still feel the suffocating momentum.
"Is it Wushuang?" Long Yi's heart skipped a beat. The mage inside should be of the water type, and the golden light in it could mean that he was a warrior who had reached the level of Sword God.
Long Yi was anxious. He always felt that the water magician inside was unparalleled. Although the barrier was large enough, it would be too dangerous to duel with a sword god-level master. You must know that the magician's close combat ability is very poor.
I don't know how long it took, but the barrier suddenly fluctuated violently. Long Yi's warning sign appeared, and his figure dodged towards the distance.
With a bang, the vast exploding airflow of magic and fighting spirit rushed away in all directions. Although Long Yi was able to dodge in time, he was also carried away by this terrifying airflow, and suddenly felt that his limbs were numb. The pain was heartbreaking, and the whole person was smashed on the rocks halfway up the mountain. Long Yi spit out two mouthfuls of blood, and the air in his lungs was forcibly squeezed out. There was a burning pain. Every smooth breath was a luxury.
Fortunately, under the powerful operation of Aotian Jue, Long Yi took a breath, and his back was soaked with cold sweat, as if he had been to the gate of hell. The Sword God and the God of Magic were indeed god-like existences. Compared with The difference between Sword Master and Demon Master is equivalent to the difference between cloud and mud. They are definitely not on the same level.
At this time, the violent airflow caused by the explosion of fighting spirit and magic gradually dissipated, and the foot of the mountain was covered with desolation, just like a disaster area after a magnitude 10 earthquake. Floating in the air were two people facing each other, a man and a woman. The man has white hair and a white beard. He is dressed in linen clothes worn by civilians. He has a dull black sword in his hand and is surrounded by a faint golden light. The woman was dressed in white as snow, wearing a veil on her head, and holding an icy blue staff in her hand. From a distance, you could feel the coldness on her body that could freeze the blood.
Peng Peng, Peng Peng, Peng Peng, Long Yi's heart began to beat with a strange rhythm again, which merged with the woman's heartbeat. It was an unpredictable feeling.
"Wushuang, Wushuang." Long Yi bounced off the ground, suppressed the chaos in his meridians and flew towards Wushuang, shouting excitedly.
Suddenly, Long Yi's body froze, and he froze in the air ten meters away from Wushuang, feeling a biting chill in his heart.
"Wushuang, it's me, I'm Long Yi." Long Yi saw Wu Shuang's cold expression on her face, and she looked at him as if she were a stranger, even with an indescribable disgust.
With a bang, Wushuang waved the hand holding the staff, and Long's entire body froze into an ice sculpture, and hit the mountainside hard again like a discharged cannonball.
Wushuang did not kill him, and the ice shattered when Long Yi touched the mountain wall, but what was broken was not only the ice on Long Yi's body, but also his heart. His heartbeat was still matching Wushuang's rhythm, but Long Yi felt a little numb. Why? This woman is obviously incomparable, but why does she suddenly not recognize him? Long Yi couldn't believe that Wushuang, whom he almost saved with his life, would treat him like this and forget about him completely.
Long Yi struggled to stand up, looked at Wushuang with sad eyes, and covered his heart with his hand. Is this the result after waiting for two years
Peng Peng, Peng Peng, Wushuang frowned, feeling the strange rhythm of her heart, which seemed to match the heartbeat of the man. Why did he look at her with such sad eyes? Did he know himself? It was really baffling, Wu Shuang felt inexplicably irritable.
Long Yi gathered up his last bit of strength and stumbled towards Wushuang. He couldn't bear this result, and he had to ask clearly.
Seeing the dragon flying towards her, Wushuang's heart beat faster and faster, just like this man, she hated this feeling. Wushuang's eyes turned cold, and with a wave of the ice blue staff, a huge ice pick pointed directly at Long Yi's eyebrows.
The old man who was fighting Wushuang moved his hand holding the ugly giant sword slightly, intending to save the young man, but he suddenly felt the aura of the woman who had reached the realm of the Dharma God fluctuate for a moment, so he withdrew with a sly smile. Skill.
The ice pick was fixed an inch away from Long Yi's eyebrows. Long Yi could even feel the cold air emanating from the tip of the ice pick.
"Humph, crazy." Wushuang snorted coldly, and the ice pick suddenly turned into powder and fell downwards. She glanced at Long Yi again with some doubts, and then disappeared out of thin air with a flash of white light.
Long Yi's handsome face twitched several times in pain, and his eyes became extremely sinister. He gritted his teeth and said: "Bing Gong, very good, I, Long Yi, will definitely make you regret it." Long Yi firmly concluded that Bing Gong did this to Wushuang. He had lost his hands and feet, otherwise how could he have lost his memory smoothly.
At this time, Long Yi was exhausted. He had been traumatized by the air wave generated by the extremely powerful magical fighting spirit. Now he was filled with anger, disappointment and heartache. He felt that the energy dissipated and he fell down. .
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