It is such an inconspicuous old man who just restrained the power of a fifth-level warrior, and absorbed all the fighting spirit emitted by the weapon that originally belonged to the warrior, and then smashed it into pieces in the air. This kind of strength
, not just anyone can do it.
At that moment, everyone forgot about Nangong Aoxuan and Fang Yang who were still fighting at the side. They focused their attention on the old man and cast admiring and grateful glances at him.
Nangong Lingyue looked at the old man in black robes intently. Suddenly, for some reason, his vision blurred, and then he saw that there were masses of black mist swimming around the old man, surrounding him like a ball of black mist.
The clouds are so oppressive that it’s hard to breathe!
Moreover, this black mist seemed to be of the same origin as the black light he emitted just now, which also made Nangong Lingyue feel uncomfortable.
how so?
Nangong Lingyue covered her chest with her hands, large beads of sweat slid down her forehead, and her face instantly turned pale and bloodless.
Nangong Shenge, who was not far away, suddenly noticed something strange about Nangong Lingyue, thinking that she was afraid because she was worried about being injured, or because she had never seen such a fighting scene. At that moment, she couldn't help but angrily cursed, "Trash!
"
But he ignored Nangong Lingyue at all. It seemed that as long as Nangong Lingyue didn't involve him, he didn't care even if he died.
However, Nangong Lingyue was not the only one who felt this kind of discomfort. Even Yu Wenyi, who was guarding the emperor, was pale. However, because of his high skill, he suppressed the discomfort by himself and no one noticed it.
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However, as the black mist around the old man gradually dissipated, the discomfort in the hearts of Nangong Lingyue and Yu Wenyi gradually disappeared, and both of them let out a long sigh of relief.
Yu Wenyi suddenly felt something in his heart. He seemed to feel something. He raised his head and looked at Nangong Lingyue not far away. He happened to see Nangong Lingyue wiping her sweat. He was extremely surprised at the moment. Could it be that she also felt it?
But no one had time to think carefully, because Nangong Aoxuan and Fang Yang, who were fighting together, finally decided the winner.
With a loud "bang", everyone's attention was immediately drawn to Nangong Aoxuan and Fang Yang. Only then did everyone realize that Nangong Aoxuan had won.
Although the result was an expected victory or defeat, looking at Fang Yang who had lost an arm on the ground, he was lying on the ground, the scarlet liquid had already flowed all over the ground, and the severed arm was lying not far from him.
Here, blood was still flowing on Senbai's bone stubble.
As for Fang Yang, his originally indifferent face was extremely distorted due to the severe pain in his arm, but he still held on without crying out in pain.
"Okay, this time, Mr. Nangong wins!" Yu Wenfeng announced with a smile, without even looking at Fang Yang who was lying on the ground. It seemed that even if he died, he deserved it.
As for the high-ranking emperor and empress, her face was a little ugly just because she couldn't stand the color of blood, but she didn't say anything.
Nangong Lingyue looked at this scene and couldn't help snorting, who said that just now? Use force to make friends, stop at that?
Just now, Fang Yang only injured Li Mo, and Yuwen took the risk and pulled Fang Yang out to kill him. However, Nangong Aoxuan cut off one of Fang Yang's arms, but what he got in exchange was Yu Wenfeng's applause and praise!
Humph, I’m afraid Yu Wenfeng is deliberately selling face to Nangong Shenge?