1530. Chapter 1530 The Final Battle 11

3q c, the fastest update of The Evil King Chasing His Wife: Good-for-nothing Miss Nitian! Nangong Liuyun looked indifferent and looked down on emotions, he nodded indifferently: "Eldest brother."

"Master has always said that your talent is good, that you are one in a million, and that it is the best masterpiece in his life." A strange flash of light flashed in Dongfang Xuan's eyes, and his voice was cold and gloomy, "But, I don't believe it!"

Dongfang Xuan was covered with a cold murderous intent, staring at Nangong Liuyun with a murderous look.

Nangong Liuyun's eyes were sharp and deep. He didn't move, and looked at Dongfang Xuan calmly and coldly: "Soon, you will believe it."

"Really? Then ask the third junior brother to teach me." Dongfang Xuan's eyes seemed to contain thousands of ice, and there was a strange wave of light.

"Admit it." Nangong Liuyun's beautifully curved and perfect chin slowly lifted, his beautiful eyes were as handsome as stars, and he showed invincible confidence.

Under the stage, Su Luo's heart suddenly lifted.

Because she felt that these two people were going to fight.

Sure enough, this thought came to her not far away, when two voices crossed quickly!

Speed, so fast!

Just now when the two passed by each other, they even matched thirteen palms in a row, but in the eyes of the audience, it was only worth a second, so fast.

When the light and shadow flashed, the figures of the two had already crossed.

Originally, Nangong Liuyun was on the left, and Dongfang Xuan was on the right, but now, Dongfang Xuan has changed to Nangong Liuyun's original position, and so is Nangong Liuyun.

Hundreds of thousands of spectators gasped and exclaimed, their eyes fixed on the two people on the stage, holding their breath for a moment.

fantastic!

As expected of a battle between top experts, a strong duel, so many moves have been used in such a blink of an eye. Although they couldn't understand it at all, they felt very powerful.

"Nangong Liuyun, I didn't expect you to have such strength." Dongfang Xuan raised his eyes slightly, and although he said words of praise, his eyes were full of confidence, "However, you are far inferior to me."

"Victory is not blown out." Nangong Liuyun sneered disdainfully.

"Really? Then let you see if the victory belongs to me!" Dongfang Xuan suddenly pulled out a sword behind himself.

"The name of this sword is Lore." Dongfang Xuan seemed to be looking at his most beloved lover, his eyes glowed softly, his voice was slow, and he paused every word, "Once the sword is unsheathed, it will return with blood."

Otherwise, he himself will suffer backlash.

Nangong Liuyun smiled lightly and didn't take it seriously.

Dongfang Xuan's eyes flashed with unprecedented confidence, looking at the cold lore sword in his hand, his voice was gentle and strange: "In the past ten years, lore has followed me around the mainland, and I have met nine ten-level swordsmen. The lore has already drunk blood nine times, now, senior brother has given you the last chance, you should feel honored."

Nangong Liuyun smiled brightly, "The last chance should be left to you, it's perfect."

Su Luo in the audience burst out laughing, feeling both worried and funny at the same time.

Nangong Liuyun's tongue is still so sharp, just now he moved quickly during the battle with Dongfang Xuan, and he was not hindered in the slightest. I hope that he really didn't fall ill and give Dongfang Xuan a severe lesson.

Su Luo clasped his hands together and prayed silently.

She never believed in ghosts and gods, but this time, she would rather believe it.

On stage, the conversation is over.

The lore sword in Dongfang Xuan's hand suddenly came out of its sheath, the corners of his mouth curled up evilly, and his gaze stared at Nangong Liuyun like a cold star.