As soon as these words came out, not only Luo Yu's eyes darkened slightly.
Even Yan Lie below narrowed his eyes slightly.
To beat a dog, you have to look at the owner. To question Luo Yu's appearance in front of him is simply not taking his Imperial Academy into consideration and giving him a slap in the face.
What a ignorant boy.
"Tell me a few more words." Luo Yu waved the wrinkles on his clothes, his voice was very calm.
"What do you mean?" Feng Wuya frowned.
"You can still speak now, but I advise you to say a few more words, otherwise you won't be able to speak again later. Don't blame me for not reminding you." Luo Yu was gentle and quiet.
Feng Wuya, who understood what Luo Yu meant, had a murderous look on his arrogant face.
Then there was an arrogant laugh: "It's up to you, but I want to see who silences whom in the end."
"There's so much nonsense." Luo Yu tilted his body and slowly raised his hand.
Feng Wuya's face darkened when he saw this, and he didn't say much. He made a mistake with his hands, and a faint red light rose up from the palms of his hands. He slashed the air with a knife and struck at Luo Yu.
Seeing this, Luo Yu turned slightly on his toes and leaned back.
The sharp invisible sword energy flew out diagonally after grazing the tip of Luo Yu's nose, and struck the ring with one strike.
"Bang." Only a crisp collision sound was heard.
The increasingly solid arena, which was made of the strongest black stone, was instantly cut into a small corner by the strike knife and shattered into pieces.
When the surrounding colleges saw the two men coming up, they started to fight.
There was no fighting spirit at all, but it was so powerful that I couldn't help but be horrified, and at the same time, the excitement in my eyes became even stronger.
The sword energy flew in all directions, coming vertically and horizontally.
Feng Wuya could be seen swiping the knife in his hand, and the invisible force tore through the air, making a squeaking sound. In an instant, a knife net was woven around Luo Yu.
Sharp and fierce.
On the other hand, Luo Yu remained motionless, giving up his fierce internal strength.
His body was slow and limp, looking like a piece of weak cotton drifting with the waves in the strong wind.
At that critical moment, the sword wind that shot from the tip of her nose, forehead, and chest was just a little bit short of being able to cut off Luo Yu's head and bleed her.