Liu Chengfeng looked at Su Luo and said with a sneer, "I'll give you one last chance. I can still spare your life by kowtowing and admit defeat.
"In the competition arena, life or death doesn't matter. Second son of the Liu family, be careful, lest you move your head and still chatter there." Su Luo was someone who would suffer, so he turned back sarcastically on the spot.
Liu Chengfeng sneered again and again: "What a stinky brat who doesn't care about life or death on the martial arts arena! Well, since you're not afraid of death, come and die!"
When the words fell, Liu Chengfeng lightly stroked, his sleeves fluttered, and his hands condensed into a halo in front of his chest. Soon, his body was filled with water vapor, and ice blades as thin as cicada wings appeared in the palm of his hand.
Liu Chengfeng, a third-order ice magician, is good at ice blade art.
Su Luo frowned slightly. If she competes in mana, she can only be promoted to the third rank. Her odds of winning are too small. Only in close combat and relying on her previous life's assassination methods, the chance of winning this battle is great.
Before Liu Chengfeng could shoot the ice blade, Su Luo had already made a preemptive strike, her figure was as fast as lightning, and when the afterimage flashed, she had already rushed towards Liu Chengfeng in an instant.
Su Luo's speed was too fast, and the fast Liu Chengfeng was a little surprised.
In Liu Chengfeng's impression, Su Luo has never had any fluctuations in spiritual power, so he always felt that Su Luo was easy to deal with, and he could announce the end of the battle by simply shooting the ice blade.
But the truth slapped him hard.
Su Luo approached quickly, and Liu Chengfeng actually retreated again and again.
At this time, not only Liu Chengfeng, but also Liu Potian frowned. He didn't expect that the other party's little waste material would have two strokes. However, he is full of confidence in Liu Chengfeng.
At this time, Su Luo followed Liu Chengfeng like a shadow, because only in close combat, she had a better chance of winning, and could create a chance for herself to win.
Liu Chengfeng's retreat was a subconscious action, but then he came back to his senses, the other party was just rushing up at a fast speed, a waste with only speed but no spiritual power, what was he afraid of
Thinking of this, Liu Chengfeng snorted coldly: "I don't know how high the sky is, I really thought I was afraid of you!"
Before he finished speaking, a row of three ice blades in his hand shot at Su Luo's forehead.
The ice blade gleamed with cold light, and if there was a stream of light flashing, it was ten times sharper than a sharp sword!
The three ice blades were in character lines, one high and two low, and they made a zizi cracking sound due to the extremely fast speed.
The two ice blades flew towards Su Luo's eyes, and the ice blade above was directly at the heart of Su Luo's eyebrows!
The distance between the two is very close, the ice blade carries the cold murderous aura, and the strength is very heavy. If you are stabbed, you will be blind or die!
At this critical juncture, Su Luo's feet bent into a bow shape in a graceful posture, and her figure suddenly became shorter, and the three sharp blades were close to Su Luo's cheeks and could be avoided.
Before Su Luo could regain his senses, Liu Chengfeng had five more ice blades in his hands, but the cold light flashed, and the murderous intent was awe-inspiring.
"The first time I was able to dodge, the second time I'll see how you dodge!" Liu Chengfeng fluttered wildly, his eyes full of murderous intent, "Ice blade art, shoot!"
Suddenly, the air seemed to be imprisoned by an invisible cold air.
"Wow—"
Five ice blades as thin as cicada wings flashed like white light, the speed reached the limit, and a terrifying feeling passed by in an instant.
Unexpectedly, Liu Chengfeng looked like a weak and powerless dude, but this ice blade technique was so sharp.
Seeing this, Su Luo's heart trembled slightly, but he was not afraid.