"Fortunately, I bet on Luo Haoming to win from the beginning. Hahaha, this time I even mortgaged the house. It was really smart!"
"Luo Haoming must win! Must win! Must win!"
There was a lot of discussion in the audience.
Many people at the VIP seats laughed knowingly, because most of them had bet on Luo Haoming's win.
Luo Haoming's sword strike was about to bring them countless wealth, how could they be unhappy?
Su Luo's heart suddenly rose to her throat.
Bei Chenying and others also stared at the field nervously and anxiously.
In terms of true strength, Nangong Liuyun has actually reached the leader level, but... In the previous battle with Patriarch Mo, his strength was suppressed to the tenth level, so Su Luo really didn't know if he could take this move.
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At this time, the whole place was silent, as if the sound of leaves falling to the ground could be clearly heard.
Can His Highness King Jin take this move?
Will His Highness King Jin fall under this move?
Such questions are swirling in everyone's mind.
At this time, as Luo Haoming was getting closer and closer in the sky, Nangong Liuyun seemed to be frightened and stood there, motionless.
Luo Haoming's body's shocking spiritual energy circulated to the extreme, and the Luo Feather Sword in his hand glowed red.
Victory or failure depends on this one blow, so Luo Haoming didn't consider the issue of consuming spiritual energy at all.
He moved his sword crazily, slashing at Nangong Liuyun crazily with one move after another.
He deeply felt that Nangong Liuyun's opponent was too formidable, and he must not be given even the slightest chance, otherwise he would definitely be able to stand up and turn things around!
“Bang bang bang bang bang!!!!”
Luo Haoming's Luo Yu Sword carried the power of a commander, and he cut it down with no mercy!
However, at this time, Nangong Liuyun actually took out a piece of black cloth from his sleeve.
At such a tense moment, when everyone was sweating for him.
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He actually slowly took out a piece of black cloth from his sleeve.
The black cloth was in the shape of a long strip and was made of pure silk. After he shook it, it was clean and neat without any wrinkles.
Nangong Liuyun slowly covered his eyes with the black cloth and tied a tight knot on the back of his head.
"Your Highness, Prince Jin, is he seeking death?"
"I couldn't beat you originally. Now close your eyes. Isn't this the rhythm of seeking death?"
"His Royal Highness King Jin, hide quickly, hide quickly, hide quickly!!!"
Countless voices intertwined and the whole scene was noisy, but the only thing in common was that everyone held their breath and stared at Nangong Liuyun's figure.
Just when the Luoyu Sword struck Nangong Liuyun in the middle of his head with earth-shattering power!
Suddenly, Nangong Liuyun's figure disappeared from the spot!
"Hey, where is His Royal Highness King Jin?"
"Where has His Royal Highness the King of Jin gone?"
"how so?"
Countless spectators rubbed their eyes and stared at the place where Nangong Liuyun was standing, staring in disbelief.
But even though their eyes were dazzled, they still couldn't find their King Jin.
"Can Nangong Liuyun teleport?" At this moment, the face of the Mo family in Weiyang Palace was as black as thick ink, so heavy that ink could almost drip out.
If Nangong Liuyun can really teleport, then many things that happened in Weiyang Palace have reasonable explanations!
The leader of the Mo family gritted his teeth, but the elder slowly shook his head and said firmly and solemnly: "It's not teleportation, but the speed is close to teleportation."