If you had the opportunity in the future, would you become friends?

This has always been the question that Zhou Nuo wants to ask everyone he meets now, starting from Li Rumeng, Lin Yuan, to this black robe, it seems to be an unknowable thing.

"Next is Li Rumeng, who is wishful, against Zhou Nuo of Liuyun Sect!" A disciple in the audience said impassionedly.

The long-awaited duel has finally begun, this is no longer about any ranking issues, the civil war between the two disciples of Tang Jianxian, the battle between the most controversial and colorful people in this era, has begun.

"I didn't expect it, but I still can't escape after all." Zhou Nuo has never dared to face it, one is himself, and the other is Li Rumeng, who is standing opposite.

"I'll give it my all." Li Rumeng shouted, the noise of the disciples in the outside world was very loud, but they had long been isolated by the two of them.

On the field, one person, one sword and one white clothes, Li Rumeng walked out in people's amazement, without too much fancy, the most simple attack.

Zhou Nuo knew what he was facing, he had to go all out, he had no sword in his hand, and it was even more impossible to hold a fan, Li Rumeng was different from other disciples, he had already seen the strength of his strength, even Zhou Nuo was not sure of a complete victory.

The disadvantage of no injury is very large, the distance is too short, and it is a little weak in the face of Li Rumeng's wind-like attack, and that kind of accuracy is simply impossible to dodge, so he can only bite the bullet and follow, but every time Zhou Nuo's physical strength is consumed for no reason.

The sound of the "ping" iron collision was a little harsh, and the people around were watching intently, Tang Hongyu was no exception, looking at the wave of the dagger, there was a subtle sword intent!

Everyone was amazed again and again, but they didn't notice that the void had turned around again, and a black robe disappeared here, only Lin Ling looked over there, chuckling at the corner of his mouth, and then disappeared from the sky.

"Come on, come on, come on!" All the disciples shouted in unison, it was the first time in so long a long time that the sect had such a cheer.

The Liuyun disciple was not to be outdone, and Chiba directly led people to shout: "Senior brother, come on, senior brother!" "It's hot on and off the pitch right now.

"Heh, it's the first time I've heard so many people cheering for me!" Zhou Nuo's sudden high-spirited battle spirit swept the entire ring in just a moment, and he finally understood that it was not Zhou Nuo who was fighting, but Liuyun Sect, maybe it was impossible for him to kill Li Rumeng, but at this moment......

Without injury, a perfect blade was drawn, the wind and clouds changed, and the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder condensed on Li Rumeng's long sword stabbed down heavily.

The rumbling thunder, everyone who didn't know was collecting their clothes, but Zhou Nuo went straight to meet it, he had already found a flaw, a fatal flaw!

Between Li Rumeng's divine thunder, there is a gap that can be passed directly, of course, because she is not skilled, but now it is like this, she can't put away her sword and make any movement because of the moment of thunder.

In other words, she is now a live target!

However, Zhou Nuo's only chance was to rush through the gap to complete the blow in a fast enough time.

In what seemed like a mad and impossible move, he passed through the exclamations of thousands of people, and fell to the ground amid all kinds of exclamations and other sounds.

The thunder was loud, and when Zhou Nuo passed through the gap, he was accidentally hit by lightning on his left arm, and the Liuyun disciples were silent for a moment, and they all gasped and looked worriedly.

Li Rumeng was also a little worried, but she knew that Zhou Nuo couldn't fall like this, the sword in her hand was unabated, and she flew to stab, and at the moment when she was about to make contact, Zhou Nuo, who had fallen to the ground, jumped up, opened the folding fan in her left hand to restrict the long sword, and the dagger in her right hand slashed straight down.

Looking confident, imposing like a rainbow, his eyes are locked.

But the injury on his left arm was real, the folding fan was unstable, and it was blocked by the long sword, and in an instant, the dagger was also lifted to the skin, and at the same time, a coldness also stopped at Zhou Nuo's throat.