Nangong Liuyun looked indifferent and looked down on his emotions. He nodded indifferently: "Senior Brother."
"Master has always said that your talent is good, there is no one in ten thousand, it is the best masterpiece in his life." A strange flash flashed in Dongfang Xuan's eyes, and his voice was cold and secluded, "But, I don't believe it!"
Dongfang Xuan was enveloped in a cold killing intent, staring at Nangong Liuyun with murderous intent.
Nangong Liuyun's eyes were sharp and deep, his body was still, and he squinted at Dongfang Xuan steadily and coldly: "Soon, you will believe it."
"Really? Then ask the third junior brother to give advice." Dongfang Xuan's eyes seemed to contain thousands of ice, and there was a strange wave of light.
"Admit." Nangong Liuyun's beautiful and perfect chin was slowly raised, her beautiful eyes were as handsome as a star, and she was full of invincible confidence.
Under the stage, Su Luo's heart suddenly lifted.
Because she felt that the two were going to fight.
Sure enough, the thought didn't come to her very far, and I saw two voices quickly intertwined!
Speed, so fast!
Just now, when the two crossed each other, they had thirteen palms in a row, but in the eyes of the audience, it only lasted for a second, so fast.
When the light and shadow flashed, the figures of the two had already staggered away.
Originally, Nangong Liuyun was on the left and Dongfang Xuan was on the right, but now, Dongfang Xuan has changed to the original position of Nangong Liuyun, and the same is true for Nangong Liuyun.
Hundreds of thousands of spectators heard a burst of suppressed gasps and exclamations, their eyes fixed on the two people on the stage, and they held their breaths for a moment.
Bravo!
As expected of a battle between top masters, a strong duel, so many moves have been made in such a blink of an eye... Although they couldn't understand it at all, they felt it was amazing.
"Nangong Liuyun, I didn't expect you to have such strength." Dongfang Xuan raised his eyes slightly, although he said praise, but his eyes were full of confidence, "However, you are far inferior to me."
"Victory is not blown out." Nangong Liuyun sneered disdainfully.
"Really? Then let's see if the victory belongs to me!" Dongfang Xuan suddenly drew a sword from behind him.
"The name of this sword is lore." Dongfang Xuan seemed to be looking at his most beloved lover, his eyes glowed softly, his voice was slow, and he paused every word, "Once the sword is unsheathed, it will return with blood."
Otherwise, he himself will suffer backlash.
Nangong Liuyun smiled lightly and didn't care.
An unprecedented confidence flashed in Dongfang Xuan's eyes, looking at the cold lore sword in his hand, his voice was gentle and sinister: "In the past ten years, lore has followed me around the continent, and I have met nine tenth rank, The lore has been drunk nine times, and now, you should be honored that Senior Brother will give you the last chance."
There was a dazzling smile on Nangong Liuyun's mouth, "The last chance should be left to yourself. This is perfect."
Su Luo, who was under the stage, burst out laughing, feeling both worried and funny in his heart.
Nangong Liuyun's lip service is still so sharp. Just now, he acted quickly in the battle with Dongfang Xuan, and he was not hindered in the slightest. I hope he really didn't fall ill and teach Dongfang Xuan a hard lesson.
Su Luo put her hands together and prayed silently.
She never believed in ghosts and gods, but this time, she would rather believe it.
On stage, the conversation has ended.
The lore sword in Dongfang Xuan's hand suddenly unsheathed, the corners of his mouth twitched evilly, his eyes staring at Nangong Liuyun like a cold star.