In that moment, there seemed to be countless pictures flashing in front of Su Luo's eyes, and everything flashed in front of Su Luo's eyes one by one like a movie, and then a certain grid-

One scene after another, Su Luo suddenly felt extremely unfamiliar.

Is this woman who can't even defeat a shadow really herself?

When did he become so weak, and what kind of fairness did he have to ask for from the enemy?

Yes, how can there be any fairness in this world? From her previous life to this life, has she ever seen what fairness is? Only the losers will complain about the unfairness of the world, and the successful ones will not complain like this.

This Su Ying is just a shadow.

No matter how powerful the shadow is, it is fake, and I was scared by a fake self, if Nangong Liuyun is here, I am afraid that I will laugh again.

How could I lose to her? How could I give up? Didn't I promise Nangong Liuyun to wait for him to marry?

If, when he comes to marry, he finds that the grass is growing on his grave, what will he do when the time comes?

Thinking of this, Su Luo's heart was sour, and at the same time, his courage doubled!

Even if Su Ying doesn't feel pain, even if she has an immortal body, she is just a shadow! A shadow of herself! Why can't her real body beat a shadow?!

In the icy sword aura, Su Luo's goose-yellow figure suddenly turned into a streamer, and it was impossible to avoid Su Ying's sword.

"I can't believe that you still have a back hand. Su Ying's face was like a thousand years of ice for the first time, showing a trace of surprise: "But it's useless, you should know, I am you, I am you who are stronger and more perfect than you, no one can defeat such a self, give up!"

"Really?" At this time, Su Luo's goose-yellow robe was still stained with large patches of blood, and the blood on the corner of his mouth hadn't even had time to wipe it.

But I don't know why, Su Luo at this time was unspeakably calm and indescribable.

It was as clear as a stream.

There was no trace of the previous embarrassment and haste in his eyes, but instead there was a firm and clear gaze

Su Luoying suddenly smiled: "You are fake." ”

Su Luo's voice was very soft, and he even had a hint of a smile, as if he was talking about something very ordinary......

But what followed was an indescribable sword light that was dazzling, and the shadow sword slashed through the air in a mysterious and incomprehensible trajectory, like the fall of a star, illuminating the sky of the wasteland in an instant......

Su Ying's counterattack was extremely sharp.

The onlookers who watched the battle through the light curtain almost unanimously let out an exclamation, at this moment, everyone couldn't help but sweat a handful of Su Luo, the current Su Ying completely exceeded his own limits, and the strength he showed was far beyond anyone's imagination......

However......

In the next moment, Su Luo's cold voice sounded in a dazzling sword light: "A fake is a fake, no matter how realistic and beautiful it is, it is still a fake......"

Then, the onlookers suddenly saw a crack quietly appear in the sword light that was as dazzling as the Milky Way falling into the Nine Heavens......

In this beautiful sword light, this crack is really as ugly as a scar.

But it was such a scar that cut through the sword light in the sky in an instant, and then only a soft sound of "snort" was heard.