The Last Battle 11
Nangong Liuyun looked indifferent, looking down on love, he bowed his head indifferently: "Senior brother." ”
"Master has always said that your talent is good, one in ten thousand, and it is the best masterpiece of his life. Dongfang Xuan's eyes flashed with a touch of weirdness, and his voice was cold and gloomy, "But, I don't believe it!"
Dongfang Xuan's body was shrouded in a touch of cold killing intent, staring at Nangong Liuyun with murderous aura.
Nangong Liuyun's eyes were sharp and profound, his body did not move, and he squinted at Dongfang Xuan steadily and coldly: "Soon, you will believe it." ”
"Really, then ask the third junior brother for advice. Dongfang Xuan's eyes seemed to contain thousands of cold ice, glowing with strange waves.
"Admit it. Nangong Liuyun's beautiful and perfect chin is slowly hooked, her beautiful eyes are as handsome as a star, and she has invincible confidence.
Offstage, Su Luo's heart suddenly lifted.
Because she sensed that these two people were going to fight.
Sure enough, not far from her thoughts, she saw two voices quickly staggered!
Speed, so fast!
When the two of them staggered just now, they actually exchanged thirteen palms in a row, but in the eyes of the audience, it was only a second, so fast.
When the light and shadow flashed, the figures of the two were already staggered.
Originally, Nangong Liuyun was on the left and Dongfang Xuan was on the right, but now, Dongfang Xuan has changed to Nangong Liuyun's original position, and so is Nangong Liuyun.
Hundreds of thousands of spectators burst into suppressed gasps and exclamations, their eyes staring at the two people on the stage for a moment, concentrating and holding their breath.
It's so exciting!
It is worthy of being a top master battle, a strong duel, and so many moves have been used in such a blink of an eye...... Although they couldn't understand it at all, they thought it was amazing.
"Nangong Liuyun, I didn't expect you to have such strength. Dongfang Xuan's eyes were slightly raised, although he said words of praise, but his eyes were full of confidence, "However, you are far inferior to me." ”
"Victory, not blown. Nangong Liuyun sneered disdainfully.
"Really, then let you see if the victory is mine!" Dongfang Xuan suddenly pulled out a sword from his back.
"The name of this sword is called lore. Dongfang Xuan was like looking at his most beloved lover, his eyes were glowing with soft light, his voice was slow, word by word, "Once the sword is unsheathed, it will definitely return with blood." ”
Otherwise, he himself will be counterattacked.
Nangong Liuyun smiled faintly and didn't care.
Dongfang Xuan's eyes flashed with unprecedented confidence, looking at the cold lore sword in his hand, his voice was gentle and there was a gloomy weirdness: "In the past ten years, Lore has followed me around the continent, and I have met nine tenth-order people, and Lore has drunk blood nine times, and now, Senior Brother will leave you the last chance, you should feel honored." ”
A bright smile appeared at the corner of Nangong Liuyun's mouth, "The last chance should be left to yourself, this is perfect." ”
Su Luo in the audience snorted and laughed, both worried and funny.
Nangong Liuyun's mouth is still so sharp, just now he and Dongfang Xuan moved quickly and was not hindered in the slightest, I hope he really didn't get sick, and taught Dongfang Xuan a hard lesson.
Su Luo clasped his hands together and prayed silently.
She had never believed in ghosts and gods, but this time, she preferred to believe them.
On stage, the conversation is over.
The lore sword in Dongfang Xuan's hand suddenly came out of its sheath, the corners of his mouth were hooked evilly, and his eyes were staring at Nangong Liuyun like a cold star.