"Senior brother is too hateful." Zi Yan bit her lower lip and stood up with Su Luo, looking up at the two in midair.
"Nangong Liuyun is already holding on." Although he didn't show it at all, and most people didn't notice it, Su Luo knew that his condition was very bad.
At this time, in mid-air, the two stood opposite each other.
Dongfang Xuan's eyes were bloody and ferocious, and he laughed wildly: "Third Junior Brother, how much can you hold on?"
Nangong Liuyun snorted coldly without showing weakness: "I will accompany you as long as you can."
"However, your legs are shaking with fear. Hahahahaha-" Dongfang Xuan laughed wildly, but his body was full of murderous energy.
Nangong Liuyun exuded a cruel fighting intent, the corners of his mouth rose, evoking a gloomy arc of Mo Xie Yu, "Senior brother is also trembling with fright."
Dongfang Xuan's lore sword straight guide Gong Liuyun: "How dare you talk too much when you are about to die!"
Nangong Liuyun's expression was indifferent, as if Dongfang Xuan in front of him was nothing but a cloud: "Just let the horse come over."
"Okay!" Dongfang Xuan exclaimed.
Immediately, act, act!
Under the stage, everyone looked nervously at them in midair.
Although I couldn't hear what they were talking about, they looked amazing.
Su Luo's heart clenched tightly.
His eyes were fixed on the two people in the air.
Dongfang Xuan, his figure moved, and in an instant, phantoms that looked exactly like him appeared in all directions, and the phantoms continued to increase.
Nine, eighteen... thirty-six... forty-five... seventy-two...
As the number of people increased, Su Luo's complexion became paler.
Seventy-two, Dongfang Xuan turned into seventy-two people.
"Senior brother has been unknowingly cultivated to the eighth turn of the phantom!" Zi Yan's lips trembled slightly, and the words she said were also horrified.
The eight-turn phantom, what kind of strength is that
Su Luo's voice had a hint of coldness: "Perhaps, he is hiding his true strength."
Bei Chenying's fist clenched tightly!
Dongfang Xuan had all his cards, but Nangong Liuyun had the unfortunate chance of getting sick. Is there anything more unfortunate than this
In the VIP seats, the old men frowned slightly at this time.
"That kid Nangong is sure to lose this time." The old man of the Luo family didn't have a good impression of Nangong Liuyun because of his grandchildren, so he fell into the trap.
The old man Li of the Li family in Yaochi smiled lightly: "Brother Luo is very true."
The old man Beichen snorted coldly, and threw a peanut into his mouth like no one else was there: "The outcome is not yet determined, you two, it's too early to draw a conclusion."
"Hey, that Nangong boy is not as strong as Dongfang boy, let alone wearing it on his body, if he can win, I Luo Mingxu will directly offer my Luo family's ancestral lightning technique with both hands!"
The Lightning Induction Technique was a high-level cultivation technique, and it was much more powerful than the secrets that Nangong Liuyun had obtained from the secrets room.
"Brother Rong Yun, what do you think?" Old Man Li threw the conversation at Master Rong Yun with a smile.
Master Rong Yun's ice eyes were dark and deep, with a light and magnificent luster.
Among the group of old men, such a handsome man looked a little weird.
But none of these old men dared to ignore his existence.
Because the strength of Master Rong Yun is unfathomable, no one knows whether he has reached the legendary monarch level.
Because, no one can force Master Rong Yun's bottom line.
- It's not over yet, so we'll continue the fight tomorrow~~ Dear friends, you won't dream of Nangong fighting at night~~ Hehe. PS: There are still relatives who can't find my Weibo, and I crash. Please search for the words "Su Xiaonuan's Weibo" on Sina Weibo, and you will find someone with a V, more than 6,000 followers, and a cartoon avatar. That's me, the author of your family~~~ Waiting for you, come and interact exchange~