"Fortunately, I bet on Luo Haoming to win from the beginning, hahaha, this time I even mortgaged the house. It's really wise!"
"Luo Haoming must win! Must win! Must win!"
There was a lot of discussion in the audience.
In the various VIP seats, many people let out a knowing smile. Because most of them also bet on Luo Haoming to win.
Luo Haoming's sword will bring them countless wealth, how could they be unhappy
Su Luo's heart suddenly rose to his throat.
Bei Chenying and the others all stared nervously and apprehensively on the field.
In terms of real strength, Nangong Liuyun has actually reached the commanding rank, but... In the previous battle with Old Ancestor Mo, his strength was suppressed to the tenth rank, so Su Luo really didn't know whether he could take this move.
At this time, the audience was silent, as if the sound of leaves falling to the ground could be clearly seen.
Can His Royal Highness King Jin accept this move
Will His Royal Highness King Jin fall under this move
Such questions are circling in everyone's mind.
At this time, as Luo Haoming in the sky got closer and closer, Nangong Liuyun seemed to be frightened and stupid, standing there, motionless.
Luo Haoming's whole body was terrifyingly energized, and the Falling Feather Sword in his hand was glowing red.
Victory or defeat is here, so Luo Haoming did not consider the consumption of spiritual energy at all.
He wields the sword frantically, one move, one sword, madly slashing at Nangong Liuyun.
He deeply felt that the opponent of Nangong Liuyun was too terrifying, and he absolutely could not give him even a chance, otherwise he could definitely turn around and turn things around!
"Bang bang bang bang!!!!"
Luo Haoming's Falling Feather Sword had commander-level formidable power, and the sword cut down without mercy!
However, at this time, Nangong Liuyun actually took out a piece of black cloth from his sleeve.
At such a tense moment, when everyone was in a cold sweat for him.
he.
He took out a piece of black cloth from his sleeve slowly.
The black cloth was in the shape of a long strip, made of pure silk. After being shaken by him, it was clean and tidy without any wrinkles on it.
Nangong Liuyun slowly covered his eyes with black cloth, and tied a dead knot in the back of his head.
"Is His Royal Highness King Jin courting death?"
"I couldn't beat it in the first place. Now close your eyes. Isn't this the rhythm of courting death?"
"His Royal Highness King Jin, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up and hide!!!"
Countless voices intertwined, and the whole scene was noisy, but the only thing in common was that everyone held their breath and stared at Nangong Liuyun's figure.
Just as Luo Yujian, carrying the earth-shattering power, slashed towards the center of Nangong Liuyun's forehead!
Suddenly, the figure of Nangong Liuyun was lost in place!
"Hey, what about His Royal Highness King Jin?"
"Where did His Royal Highness King Jin go?"
"how so?"
Countless spectators rubbed their eyes and stared at the place where Nangong Liuyun was standing, staring in disbelief.
But even though their eyes were full, they still couldn't find their Royal Highness King Jin.
"Will Nangong Liuyun teleport?" At this moment, the complexion of the head of the Mo family in Weiyang Palace was as black as thick ink, and it was almost dripping ink.
If Nangong Liuyun can really teleport, then many things that happened in Weiyang Palace have a reasonable explanation!
Patriarch Mo gritted his teeth, but the first elder shook his head slowly, and said with certainty and solemnity, "It's not teleportation, but the speed is already close to teleportation."