"Luckily, I bet on Luo Haoming to win from the beginning. Hahahaha, this time I even mortgaged my house. How wise!"
"Luo Haoming will win! He will win! He will win!"
There was a lot of discussion in the audience.
Many people in the VIP seats laughed knowingly, because most of them had bet on Luo Haoming to win.
Luo Haoming's sword strike will bring them countless wealth. How could they not be happy?
Su Luo's heart suddenly rose to her throat.
Beichen Ying and the others were all staring at the field nervously and anxiously.
In terms of true strength, Nangong Liuyun has actually reached the commander level, but... in the previous battle with Patriarch Mo, his strength was suppressed to the tenth level, so Su Luo really didn't know if he could take this move.
At this moment, the whole audience was silent, as if the sound of leaves falling to the ground could be clearly heard.
Can His Royal Highness the Prince of Jin take on this move?
Will His Royal Highness the Prince of Jin fall to this move?
This question was swirling in everyone's mind.
At this time, as Luo Haoming in the sky was getting closer and closer, Nangong Liuyun seemed to be frightened and stood there motionless.
The astonishing spiritual energy around Luo Haoming was circulating to its peak, and the red light of the Falling Feather Sword in his hand became stronger.
Victory or failure depends on this one strike, so Luo Haoming didn't even consider the issue of consuming spiritual energy.
He wielded his sword frantically, slashing at Nangong Liuyun with one move after another and one sword after another.
He felt deeply that Nangong Liuyun was too formidable an opponent and that he must not be given even the slightest chance, otherwise he would definitely be able to turn the tables and turn the tide!
"Bang bang bang bang bang!!!!"
Luo Haoming's Falling Feather Sword carries the power of a commander, and every strike is without mercy!
However, at this time, Nangong Liuyun actually took out a piece of black cloth from his sleeve.
At such a tense moment, when everyone was sweating for him.
he.
He actually took out a piece of black cloth from his sleeve slowly and methodically.
The black cloth was in the shape of a long strip and was made of pure silk. After he shook it, it became clean and tidy without any wrinkles.
Nangong Liuyun slowly covered his eyes with the black cloth and tied a knot at the back of his head without haste.
"Is Your Highness Prince Jin seeking death?"
"You're already losing, and now you're closing your eyes, isn't that just courting death?"
"Your Highness Prince Jin, hide quickly, hide quickly, hide quickly!!!"
Countless voices intertwined together, and the whole scene was noisy, but the only thing in common was that everyone was concentrating and holding their breath, staring at Nangong Liuyun's figure.
Just as the Luoyu Sword was about to chop down on Nangong Liuyun's forehead with earth-shattering power!
Suddenly, Nangong Liuyun disappeared from the spot!
"Hey, where's His Royal Highness Prince Jin?"
"Where is His Royal Highness Prince Jin?"
"how so?"
Countless spectators rubbed their eyes and stared at the place where Nangong Liuyun had been standing, staring in disbelief.
But even though their eyes were dazzled, they still couldn't find their Prince Jin.
"Nangong Liuyun can teleport?" At this moment, the face of the head of the Mo family in Weiyang Palace was as dark as thick ink, so dark that ink could almost drip out.
If Nangong Liuyun could really teleport, then many things that happened in Weiyang Palace would have a reasonable explanation!
The head of the Mo family gnashed his teeth, but the great elder slowly shook his head and said firmly and solemnly: "It's not teleportation, but the speed is already fast enough to be teleportation."
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