Chapter 1132
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"Bang!"
Under the expectant gazes of the audience, a black and a white figure suddenly retreated in midair from the projection of the martial arts stage. They landed on the ground hundreds of feet away from each other. The bricks under their feet were shattered into pieces by the powerful force of the collision.
Looking at the white-clothed youth with short black hair, Mo Ming sneered, "You're a little stronger than I thought. I heard that a Dragon Blood Warrior has finally appeared in the Long Family. It should be you. I advise you not to think about hiding your trump cards. If you have any tricks that you think are powerful, it's best to use them now. Otherwise, you won't have any chance later!"
Long Ya said indifferently, "I have no intention of hiding the power of my bloodline. I just want to see if there's a need for me to use it."
Mo Ming's face darkened. Anger flashed in his eyes. He said coldly, "Your arrogant tone reminds me of someone. He has the same surname as you."
"Who is he? Where have you seen him? "Hearing this, Long Ya's eyes moved slightly. He couldn't help but ask two questions in succession.
Because their Long Family had transplanted the Dragon Clan's bloodline, they also inherited the extremely rare reproductive ability of the Dragon Clan. For hundreds of years, it had been a single generation. Therefore, when he heard that there was someone with the surname Long, he was a little curious. He didn't know which ancestor it was.
"Long Bufan of the East Black Continent's Ling Xuanwu Province. I wonder if he's a bastard child of your Long Family."
Mo Ming said with a mocking smile. When he thought of how Long Bufan had taken advantage of the time when he was being chased by the Thunderwing Bat to snatch his storage bag two months ago in the remains of the ancient sect, the fury in his heart once again erupted. His gaze was cold as he stared at Long Ya opposite him. Clearly, he was using him, who had the same surname as Long Bufan, as a substitute to vent his anger.
"Long Bufan? Ling Xuanwu Province of the East Black Continent? " While Long Ya was puzzled, when he heard Mo Ming say the word bastard, his indifferent gaze suddenly turned cold. He said in a low voice, "Please show some respect when you speak!"
"If you want me to respect you, then we'll have to see if you have the ability to do so!" Mo Ming sneered in disdain. Soon after, his right hand made a grabbing motion as a black longsword appeared in his hand. It faintly emitted a dark and cold energy fluctuation. Clearly, this sword was no ordinary item.
"Buzz —!"
At this moment, Dragon Fang also pulled out the long saber tied to his back.
This saber was simple and unadorned. An azure dragon was engraved on the four-foot-long saber, and it faintly emitted a violent dragon's might.
That blade was called the Cyan Dragon Treasured Blade. It was their Long Clan's family heirloom. It was made from dragon bones.
"You're bluffing!" Mo Ming coldly snorted. Then, his figure suddenly moved. The long sword in his hand surged with a strong black light. Then, his murderous aura soared as he thrust his sword towards Long Ya.
"Bang!"
At the moment when Mo Ming launched his attack, Long Ya's aura also completely erupted!
On the battle stage, Long Ya, who was dressed in white, surged with an aura like an exploding universe. Even the distant spectators outside the light screen felt the impact of Long Ya's aura at this moment.
This feeling was as if someone was pointing a blade at their heart. It was full of oppression!
This was Long Ya's saber aura! A strong murderous aura swept through the entire arena.
"What a terrifying saber aura. At such a young age, he can actually display saber aura to such an extent!"
Just as everyone was amazed, Long Ya slashed out with his saber. The long saber faintly emitted a dragon's roar!
In an instant, a majestic saber aura slashed out with an unparalleled aura, dividing the entire battle stage. The sword aura that Mo Ming had just displayed was directly submerged!
"Bang!"
Immediately after, the saber aura broke through Mo Ming's protective aura. With an unstoppable force, it poured into his body.
Mo Ming's body shook violently, and he immediately spat out a mouthful of blood. His body flew hundreds of feet away, and heavily smashed into the light screen of the protective array at the edge of the battle stage. A dull sound rang out, and after landing on the ground, he fainted.
The spectators all looked over in unison. They were all surprised to see that in front of Mo Ming's chest, there was a saber wound so deep that the bone could be seen. Blood was flowing non-stop.
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