"Elder brother is so disgusting." Zi Yan bit her lower lip, stood up with Su Luo, and looked up at the two people in mid-air.
"Nangong Liuyun is already holding on." Although he didn't show it at all, and most people didn't notice it, Su Luo knew that his condition was very bad.
At this time, two people stood opposite each other in mid-air.
Dongfang Xuan's eyes were bloody and ferocious, and he laughed wildly: "Third Junior Brother, how much more can you hold on to?"
Nangong Liuyun snorted coldly without showing any signs of weakness: "I will stay with you as long as you can."
"But, your legs and feet are trembling with fear. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha." Dongfang Xuan laughed wildly, but his body was full of murderous aura.
Nangong Liuyun's body exuded a cruel fighting spirit, and the corners of his mouth raised, evoking a dark and cold arc, "Elder brother is also trembling with fear."
Dongfang Xuanjue's killing sword pointed directly at Gong Liuyun: "How dare you talk when you are about to die!"
Nangong Liuyun looked indifferent, as if Dongfang Xuan in front of him was just a cloud: "Just let your horse come over."
"Okay!" Dongfang Xuan shouted loudly.
Immediately, move your body!
Everyone in the audience looked at them nervously in the air.
Although I couldn't hear what they were saying, they looked awesome.
Su Luo's heart clenched tightly.
His eyes were fixed on the two people in mid-air.
Dongfang Xuan's figure moved, and in an instant, shadows that looked exactly like him appeared in all directions, and the number of shadows continued to increase.
As the number of people increased, Su Luo's complexion became paler.
Seventy-two, Dongfang Xuan turned into seventy-two people.
"Elder brother has actually cultivated to the eighth level of virtual shadow without anyone noticing!" Zi Yan's lips trembled slightly, and her words were filled with panic.
Eight turns of phantom, what kind of strength is that?
Su Luo's voice had a hint of coldness: "Perhaps, he has hidden his true strength."
Beichen Ying's fists were clenched tightly!
Dongfang Xuan used all his cards, but Nangong Liuyun was unlucky enough to get sick. Is there anything more unfortunate than this?
At the VIP table, all the old men frowned slightly at this time.
"That boy Nangong will definitely lose this time." The old man of the Luo family did not have a good impression of Nangong Liuyun because of his grandchildren, so he added insult to injury.
Mr. Li from the Li family in Yaochi smiled lightly: "What Brother Luo said is true."
Mr. Beichen sneered coldly and threw a peanut into his mouth as if no one else was watching: "The outcome has not yet been decided. It's too early for you two to draw a conclusion."
"Tsk, then Nangong boy is not as strong as Dongfang boy, let alone carrying it with him. If we can win like this, I, Luo Mingxu, will directly give my Luo family's ancestral thunder technique with both hands!"
The art of attracting lightning is a high-level skill, which is much more powerful than the secret book that Nangong Liuyun got from the secret room.
"Brother Rong Yun, what do you think?" Mr. Li turned to Master Rong Yun with a smile.
Master Rong Yun's icy eyes are dark and deep, with a light and magnificent luster.
Among a group of old men, such a handsome man seemed a bit strange.
But none of these old men dared to ignore his existence.
Because Master Rong Yun's strength is unpredictable, no one knows whether he has reached the legendary monarch level.
Because no one can force Master Rong Yun to the bottom line.
——I haven’t finished the fight yet. Let’s continue the fight tomorrow. Dear friends, you won’t dream of Nangong fighting when you sleep at night. ps: I still can’t find my Weibo and I’m devastated. Please search “Su” on Sina Weibo
"Xiao Nuan's Weibo" has six words, one with a v, more than 6,000 fans, and a cartoon avatar. That's your author. I'm waiting for you. Come and interact.