Just as he said, on Nangong Liuyun's unrivaled handsome face, his cold eyes as black as ink were firmly fixed on his face.
Nangong Liuyun's footsteps were steady and powerful, walking towards Dongfang Xuan step by step.
At this time, Nangong Liuyun exuded an invisible force of deterrence, as sharp as an unsheathed peerless cold sword, which pierced people's ears and made people feel chills in their hearts.
Dongfang Xuan subconsciously took a step back.
After taking a step back, he realized what stupid thing he had done, so he immediately stood firm again and coughed to cover up his embarrassment.
Nangong Liuyun's thick sword eyebrows frowned slightly, and he approached Dongfang Xuan step by step. His eyes were as cold as a cold pool, and his voice was cold: "Where is Luoluo?"
When Su Luo was mentioned, the anger in Dongfang Xuan's heart suddenly surged to the highest level. He sneered coldly: "I'm asking now, don't you think it's too late?"
Nangong Liuyun's eyes suddenly darkened, and a cold light flashed. He stretched out his long arm and grabbed Dongfang Xuan by the collar, and lifted him up directly. His ice-filled eyes shot out with murderous intent: "Say!"
The intimidating roar shocked Dongfang Xuan's mind.
There was a hint of horror in Dongfang Xuan's eyes that was hard to get rid of.
If he remembered correctly, when he separated from Nangong Liuyun before, he was only a leader. How come his strength has risen so fast in the blink of an eye?
Dongfang Xuan knew that his strength had recovered to 70% to 80%, and he was at least at the middle stage of the Saint level. However, he was caught by Nangong Liuyun with one hand. What happened? Could it be that Nangong Liuyun caught him with one hand?
Not only was he not killed by the dragon, but he also had another opportunity as a blessing in disguise?
The more Dongfang Xuan thought about it, the more horrified he became, and the more he thought about it, the more regretful he became. Finally, he stared straight at Nangong Liuyun: "Where is the giant dragon?"
"Do you think it still has a chance to live?" Nangong Liuyun tightened his arms and snorted coldly.
Dongfang Xuan felt as if his throat had been cut, and a feeling of suffocation approaching death arose spontaneously. This feeling made him feel panicked and terrifying.
"Say!" Nangong Liuyun shouted loudly, his voice anxious and impatient.
Dongfang Xuan's lowered eyes flashed with a hint of coldness. In terms of strength, he is no longer Nangong Liuyun's opponent. If he doesn't take some measures, he may really have to answer here today.
He had just escaped from Su Luo's pursuit, and immediately fell into Nangong Liuyun's killing spree. Dongfang Xuan felt that his luck had reached its extreme.
What should be done to disturb Nangong Liuyun's usual calmness and rationality and cause his mental flaw? Dongfang Xuan's eyes sparkled, and he quickly had an idea.
"Do you really want to know the news about Su Luo?" Dongfang Xuan waved Nangong Liuyun's arm away.
Nangong Liuyun's black eyes frowned slightly, staring at him for a moment without saying a word.
"Actually Su Luo..." Dongfang Xuan sighed softly, "Actually, I don't know how Su Luo is doing now... I hope this girl will have her own destiny."
"What's going on?" Nangong Liuyun's face remained calm, but the veins on the back of his hands on his long robe were bulging, and he was obviously extremely angry.
With this beginning, Dongfang Xuan began to make up lies vividly.
He told the story of Su Luo being chased and falling to the bottom of the Mo River. His words were 90% true and 10% false, making it almost impossible to find any flaws.
In the story he described, after Su Luo entered the Mo River, she was chased by the puppet of the God of War, and then nothing happened...