Beiming Yexuan lowered his eyes, with an icy cold light in his bloody eyes. He clenched his fists in his hands and raised his fists. Countless seemingly dense circular demon seals formed between his fists and attacked Long Chushang.

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Long Chushang even played the strings of his zither, using the strings to block the countless demon seals.

Over the past ten years, Beiming Yexuan's strength has increased a lot, but Long Chushang has also increased.

More than ten years ago, the two of them fought evenly, but today, more than ten years later, will this kind of situation be formed?

This situation made both of them feel confused and angry.

Beiming Yexuan didn't want to answer him. He just wanted to tell him with his actions that he would let Feng Yunmo return to him alive and well.

Long Chushang's blue eyes were covered with a strong sense of blood. He was unwilling to accept that he still couldn't defeat Beiming Yexuan after more than ten years of hard work.

The strings were plucked hard, emitting the sounds of various birds and beasts in the world. Every time the strings were played, a wind brake was formed. The wind brake shoveled the trees in the forest into bare pieces, turning the originally dense trees into leafless trees.

The tree looked miserable, but it did not harm the enemy at all.

Long Chushang acted too hastily and with great strength. The three strings he plucked in his hand "collapsed" and one of them broke. The divine power rebounded and hit him in the abdomen. He immediately spit out a mouthful of blood.

Beiming Yexuan stopped taking defensive measures and sneered: "You are just a little bit close to breaking my defensive barrier. It's a pity that you are too eager to win."

He hesitated at his feet and flew towards Long Chushang. He raised his right hand and saw five small flames burning on the dust of his five fingers. When he waved his hand towards Long Chushang,

The flames suddenly burst into a ball of burning hell fire. When he waved his hand, the hell fire swept towards Long Chushang.

The sound of "whirring" sounded in Long Chushang's ears. He picked up the red harp and stepped forward to avoid the hell's refining fire that could incinerate gods. Then he roared towards Beiming Yexuan again.

: "Huang Beiming, you are despicable."

"Compared to you, how dare I compete with you for this despicable title?" Beiming Yexuan raised his hand again, the flames on his fingertips were even brighter than before, and he swung it at Long Chushang as he spoke.

Long Chushang stepped back and when he saw the flames raging, he said, "What's the matter with me? It's even more impossible for you to see that girl."

"Are you telling me that you lost to me and are now begging me for mercy, or are you proudly telling me that you have leverage over me." Beiming Yexuan knew that he was too impatient and had hurt himself. At this moment

He was seriously injured, and if he continued to fight with him, Long Chushang would definitely become his defeat, so he didn't give Long Chushang a chance to counterattack, and the hellfire was swung at him in waves.

He hates, he is angry, and he wants to take all the blame for being played with by others these days back on Long Chushang.

The two of them were moving forward and back. Every time Long Chushang retreated, Beiming Yexuan took two steps forward, making Long Chushang unable to attack him.

Beiming Yexuan sneered: "Long Chushang, I will tell you today, even if you have my handle, I will not let you go today unless you have the ability to escape from my hands."

He raised his foot and kicked Long Chushang's injured lower abdomen hard.

Long Chushang snorted and slid rapidly from the air.
Chapter completed!