"As long as you take action, you will definitely hit with one hit!"
"Who is she?" Someone asked the key! This seemingly weak woman has strength that others cannot match. Who is she? When did such a number one figure appear in the Western Moon Empire's Kyoto?
"Do you think the red silk she used looks like the Xue Ruan Luo that Flame King won earlier?" Someone recognized the Xue Ruan Luo and raised a question. Then this sentence seemed to wake up many people and they all agreed.
"It turns out he is from Flame King, no wonder he is so powerful!"
"Yeah, so powerful!"
"..."
For a time, people seemed to have found a reasonable explanation. Under the royal arena, there were more and more voices!
As for Pu Yue on the stage, when he was harvesting the life of the last shadow guard, he jumped up and launched a spin kick, kicking the person heavily to the ground.
With a 'bang', the ground of the royal arena began to collapse. At the same time, Pu Yue used her left foot on the instep of her right foot to move up, and her whole body left the ground straight and was flush with the high platform.
He cast a look full of ridicule and disdain at the three brothers Jun Xiao, and after witnessing the paleness on their faces, he didn't care at all when they were about to fall because they had no leverage.
Xi Yanhuo, who had been standing still, threw the bloody oil-paper umbrella around him, and at the same time, people also moved.
But everyone couldn't see his movements clearly, they only felt a white shadow flash past.
When he saw it clearly again, the blood-like red umbrella unfolded. Under the umbrella, the western fireworks hugged Pu Yue intimately. On his face, which was as cold as a sculpture, the light flowed in the phoenix eyes, and his thin lips moved lightly, "Not bad."
You win!
"Of course!" Winning is a destined fact!
Pu Yue responded confidently, removed all the strength from his body, and stayed directly and safely in the arms of Xi Yanhuo's cold and cold fragrance! As he fell gracefully into the collapsed ruins of the royal arena.
The white clothes are as spotless as snow, the red blood-soft silk lingers and floats around the two people with the falling gravity, and the blood-like oil paper umbrella above their heads floats and rotates...
Her stunning face is as cold as the bright moon in the sky at night, just out of reach. The Western Fireworks have always been a legend of the Western Moon Empire, and it is rare to see them in front of people at such a close distance.
At this moment, he was holding in his arms the woman from Yama who just seemed to have come from hell. The two of them felt a little inconsistent no matter how they looked at it, but they miraculously seemed to be a perfect match!
Because the strong - only the strong can deserve it!
For a time, there was a wave of applause and bursts of cheers. Gradually, some people guessed Pu Yue’s identity. Then there was another burst of sighs and sighs...
There is no longer the previous contempt and disdain, now there is awe and worship of the strong...
This is a world where the strong are respected. As long as you are strong enough and have enough strength, you will be looked up to and respected by everyone!
Pu Yue raised her eyes and glanced at Xi Yanhuo, only to see him lowering his head and looking at her. When their eyes met, an invisible spark flew out. Pu Yue's heart moved inexplicably. There is someone beside you who knows your every move at any time.
It seems to be a good feeling when people are here!
At least, just now she took a look at the faces of Jun Xiao, Jun and Jun Mo, regardless of the danger of falling to the ground without any leverage. And he understood her actions and even came to her immediately.