"You're looking for death, you bastard!"
Wu Xiong was stunned. This kid actually had the mind to make fun of his famous skills. The anger on his face became even stronger.
Long Yi had a faint smile on his face and said calmly: "Well, let me show you what real Dragon Country martial arts are!"
He clenched his hands into the air, and although he was clearly holding air, it seemed as if he could embrace everything in the world.
"Nine Xuantian Styles!"
"The first move, the footprints of a wild goose in the snow, the phoenix will come!"
In the VIP seats, although Xu Tiancheng was blind, he still felt the strong wind coming from the ring and his face changed. He stepped forward and asked:
"Dad, do you think that Taoist Blood Demon can kill this kid?"
Xu Li looked at the blood-red hair that was about to wrap around Long Yi in the next second and sneered, "Don't worry, you will get revenge for your blindness today. This kid will definitely not last a single round.
You have to know that Wu Xiong once used this move to hang upside down. Even the Sword Saint Lu Jiutian didn't dare to confront his sharp edge. This kid actually dared to catch it with his bare hands. He can forget about his hands. "
In Xu Li's opinion, Wu Xiong stood out from the crowd with this move ten years ago. Ordinary strong men in the Heavenly Realm would probably not be able to last even for a second under this move of hanging upside down.
However, Long Yi's move was unremarkable, and looked like the Tai Chi performed by elderly people in the square to cultivate their bodies and minds.
Xu Tiancheng's face lit up when he heard this, and he said gloomily, "It's better to leave this kid with a breath. Then I'll gouge out his eyes with a dagger and avenge my blindness!"
Not only the father and son, but the other big guys on the field were not optimistic about Long Yi. After all, Wu Xiong had made a great name for himself ten years ago, while Long Yi was just a kid in his early twenties.
Seeing Long Yi trying to connect the hair with his bare hands, Wu Xiong sneered, "An ant trying to shake a tree, how ridiculous!"
But the next second, Long Yi opened his arms and thousands of strands of hair that were strong enough to cut through steel bars were directly held in his arms, as easily and skillfully as drinking water and eating.
"I just said your hair is too long. It's so hot, let me help you trim it." Long Yi said jokingly.
"This...this is impossible!" Wu Xiong's expression changed drastically.
His blood-red hair has been nourished by evil blood for more than ten years. A single hair can cut a high-speed bicycle in half. It is comparable to a magic weapon. How could he be held in his arms by this kid?
"I've told you before, these are all devious and unsavory methods that are not worthy of being mentioned in public. I can crush you with the purest power!"
After saying that, Long Yi clenched his hands, holding all the red blood magic in his hands, pulled it hard, and roared:
"Nine Xuantian Styles!"
"Second move, Cloud Dragon Claw!"
Wu Xiong felt the overwhelming force coming from his hair, and his face suddenly changed. He tried desperately to retract his blood magic, but it was too late.
The blood-stained hair was grasped in Long Yi's palm. The immense force instantly stretched the hair straight, and the hair was on the verge of breaking under the huge tearing force.
"Oh." Long Yi sighed lightly, grabbed Wu Xiong's long hair before he could make a move, and threw him to the ground on the ring with a back throw.
This was like an ancient mighty man picking up Mount Buzhou and smashing it down. The force was so strong that Wu Xiong, who was thrown into the air, wanted to make a move to counter it, but it was in vain.
The hard marble floor was actually cracked by the smash, and Wu Xiong was embedded in the floor, and could not be removed even with a knife.
After the dust settled, the audience was stunned by what they saw on the ring.
The Blood Demon Taoist Priest, who was confident of victory just a second ago, was thrown onto the stage by Long Yi like garbage the next second, unable to move.
"Is this... a magical technique? How could a master of magic possibly unleash such a powerful force?"
The big boss in the VIP seat was so surprised that his eyes almost popped out of his head. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief and even suspected that he was seeing things.
You should know that Wu Xiong's "Heavenly Gentleman Hanging Upside Down, Haunted by Evil Spirits" is a unique skill that has made him famous for many years. Both its hardness and sharpness are comparable to magic weapons.
Ordinary warriors in the heavenly realm cannot even cut off the bloody hair with their bare hands, let alone using a long sword or other sharp weapon.
And wasn't Long Yi a master of magic? He didn't even need to cast a spell, he could knock Wu Xiong to the ground with just his physical strength.
At this time, Wu Xiong, who was lying on the ground, felt a huge wave in his heart. He even suspected that this kid was a thousand-year-old monster disguised as a young man.
Otherwise, how could a young man in his early twenties have such terrifying strength?
"Could it be that the comeback plan I've been planning for ten years has been ruined in an instant? Is this a desperate fight or a quick getaway?"
Wu Xiong struggled in his heart.
When he was hesitating, Long Yi raised the corner of his mouth slightly, moved his feet, and flew towards the sky, saying in a cold voice:
"Nine Xuantian Styles!"
"The third move, Hidden Dragon Ascending to Heaven!"
Wu Xiong, who was embedded in the floor, looked at Long Yi flying into the sky, his eyes full of despair. He dared not fight anymore and suddenly stood up and rushed towards the exit of the underground passage.
But Long Yi was in the air, he tapped the air with his feet, and swooped down from the air like an eagle, rushing forward at a speed more than ten times faster than Wu Xiong.
"How is this possible!"
Wu Xiong felt the whistling sound of wind coming from behind him, turned around instantly and punched out!
He threw this punch with the determination to die together with his opponent, and even used the secret technique of Xuanming Sect to sacrifice the source of life to stimulate potential. Even the Sword Saint Lu Jiutian did not dare to take this punch head-on.
But Long Yi did not dodge or evade. As light as a feather, he brushed past the fist at an incredible angle, and his fingertips brushed across Wu Xiong's neck.
"Puff!" In an instant, blood gushed out and blood splattered on Wu Xiong's neck.
He staggered back a few steps, barely steadying himself, and felt a warm current flowing down his neck.
The fight has gone beyond the confines of the ring and turned into a pure chase.
After the two afterimages separated, everyone saw the bloody scene on the sidelines and gasped in unison.
Wu Xiong's long blood-red hair had been completely pulled out, leaving only a bald head, and a large gap appeared on his neck, exactly where the aorta was.
The blood gushed out like a blood bag in a martial arts movie.
A bitter smile appeared on Wu Xiong's lips. He knew in his heart that the reason he had not fallen to the ground yet was that he was having a last glimmer of hope before death.
After using up the last bit of strength in his body, he came to the end of his life.
Wu Xiong smiled bitterly and said sadly, "Master Long, what kind of move is this?"
At this time, he had changed the way he addressed Long Yi from kid to Master Long. The last wish of this Blood Demon Taoist priest who had been dominating the martial arts world for decades was to know the moves that Long Yi used.
Long Yi also put away his magical powers and slowly said, "Nine Xuantian Moves, those were only the first three moves.
You are the first person to die under the Xuantian Nine Styles, which is an honor."
The expression of life on Wu Xiong's face faded visibly. Before he closed his eyes, the corners of his mouth actually lifted slightly. He looked at Long Yi deeply, with only envy in his eyes, without a trace of hatred.
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