However, no matter how angry Li Yaoyao was, Su Luo still leisurely climbed on Nangong Liuyun's broad and warm back.
Countless wind blades were smashed into powder when they flew around Su Luo.
Li Yaoyao was almost going crazy with jealousy.
"Be careful!" When Li Yaoyao was distracted, Situ Ming flew over and held her in his arms.
"Puff—" a wind blade pierced his back.
"Hiss—" Situ Ming gasped.
This wind blade was really strange, and the skin that was pierced instantly began to bleed like crazy.
"Concentrate, what are you looking at!" Situ Ming roared while helping Li Yaoyao block the wind blade.
Li Yaoyao barely suppressed her jealousy, waved the sword in her hand, and cursed them for not being able to pass.
Luo Dieyi and Luo Haochen concentrated their minds on fighting the wind blades without the slightest distraction.
Beichen Ying and Zi Yan also responded with full concentration.
For Beichen Ying, this wind blade is just the right opportunity to hone his actual combat skills.
Seeing the wind blade coming, he did not destroy it with a single sword, but kept calculating in his mind, taking steps continuously, leaping back and forth, in an attempt to achieve the most exquisite footwork.
For him, this time the wind blade was not just about enduring for a quarter of an hour, but also about practicing chain footwork from this attack.
Zi Yan understood his plan clearly, so she fully cooperated with his actions.
Later on, she almost left Beichen Ying's side, leaving him surrounded by wind blades from all directions.
The blood sword in Beichen Ying's hand moved.
The speed of his sword soared to such an extent that the air around him made a vibrating sound.
Every time the sword is slashed, it can block more than a dozen wind blades.
Many people cannot match this precise control of speed.
At the beginning, one sword could block more than a dozen wind blades, but later, when Beichen Ying slashed with his sword, dozens of wind blades fell down with a crackling sound.
“Swish—”
The last wave of wind blades ended.
Beichen Ying was still not satisfied.
"How come it's gone?" Beichen Ying scratched his head anxiously.
He was practicing at the critical point, and inspiration flashed by and he was almost able to catch it, so why did the wind blade disappear?
Beichen Ying sighed, feeling somewhat dissatisfied.
Li Yaoyao, Luo Dieyi and others glared at him.
They all wished that the wind blades would end sooner and that the quarter of an hour would come sooner, but this person actually complained that the wind blades were too few?
However, after putting away the sword, Beichen Ying's aura subtly changed.
If he was flashy and elegant before, he now gives people a sharp feeling.
It was like a peerless sword that had never been sheathed.
Li Yaoyao wanted to complain a few words, but finally stopped herself and said nothing.
At this moment, with a swish sound, a huge screen appeared in front of everyone.
On the screen, four turntables are constantly spinning.
Below the turntable are the names of the groups.
The first group, Nangong Liuyun and Su Luo.
The second group, Beichen Ying and Zi Yan.
The third group, Li Yaoyao and Situ Ming.
The fourth group, Luo Dieyi and Luo Haochen.
I don’t know how the Nine-Layered Palace knew their names, but now, their names actually appeared below the turntable.
The first group to stop was the fourth group.
"Eighty points."
Luo Dieyi and Luo Haochen scored 80 points.
The third group of turntables also stopped.
Li Yaoyao and Situ Ming scored: "70 points."
Li Yaoyao frowned!
She didn't expect that she and her second senior brother would lose to Luo Dieyi and his sister. This was simply unfair.
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