1501. Chapter 1501 Simulated Battle 5

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"Su Luo, are you still cultivating hard now?" Li Aochen sneered evilly, "It's a pity, what's the use of holding Buddha's feet temporarily? Tsk tsk."

Li Aochen shook his head disdainfully, and then leaned on the wicker chair comfortably, looking up at the sky.

He will lose? how can that be? Even if you kill him, you don't believe it.

Thinking of this, Li Aochen took out a money bag from his waist, and tossed it up and down in his hands to play.

It seems that he can also earn some pocket money to spend.

Tomorrow, the battle will start, Su Luo, are you ready? Li Aochen raised the corners of his eyes evilly.

At this time, Su Luo was still fighting continuously.

again and again.

The later, the longer the battle lasted, the two were at a stalemate, and neither could do anything to the other.

At this time, Su Luo's head, arms, and all exposed skin were dripping with blood.

Su Luo panted violently, letting the sweat flow down like rain without even frowning.

However, waves of severe pain came from the wound, and Su Luo took a deep breath, barely suppressing her somewhat blurred mind.

Su Luo knew that she couldn't move.

The situation of Li Aochen opposite her was not much better.

At this time, Li Aochen's right arm had already been chopped off by Su Luo, and blood gushed out.

He almost jumped in anger, but he didn't dare to move half a step.

Because there will be flaws when moving, and flaws are opportunities for the enemy to attack themselves.

The two stood facing each other, their eyes narrowed dangerously, and they were all staring at each other.

Time passed minute by minute.

After reality.

The translucent morning light breaks the darkness of dawn, and the sky is covered with an orange-red morning glow.

Nanshan.

Su Luo went outside the room.

Bei Chenying and Zi Yan stood facing each other, their expressions were entangled.

"Why don't you come to knock on the door?" Zi Yan thought for a while, then put down her hand and gave Bei Chenying the seat.

Bei Chenying raised her hand, and just when the back of her finger was about to hit the door, she stopped stupidly, turned her head and asked Zi Yan: "Is this really no problem? What if Luoluo is at a critical moment of cultivation? Will she be caught?" Are you disturbed enough to go crazy?"

Zi Yan looked at the sky outside anxiously: "If you don't go, it will be too late, and Luoluo will be automatically disqualified from the competition."

"Then why don't you come?" Bei Chenying gave way weakly.

"You—" Zi Yan stomped on him angrily, and stared at him fiercely, "If I come, I will come!"

Zi Yan stood at the place Bei Chenying vacated, made a hard mental preparation, and then gracefully raised her hand.

When the back of her hand was only an inch away from the door, suddenly, she found that she couldn't move at all!

Zi Yan suddenly panicked.

But before she complained, a cold voice sounded in her ear: "Don't disturb her."

"Senior brother three!" Zi Yan found that she could move, and turned her head in surprise.

Nangong Liuyun was dressed in a light blue brocade robe, standing in the direction of the backlight, the orange-red morning light came from behind him, making him look like a god falling from the nine heavens, he was so handsome and breathtakingly beautiful.

The whole body style and noble and elegant demeanor make people feel that it is profane to look at it more.

"Then what should we do now?" Zi Yan shook her head, driving the beautiful image of Nangong Liuyun out of her mind.