Nangong Liuyun's expression was indifferent, disregarding emotions. He nodded calmly: "Big Brother."
"Master has always said that you have great talent, one in a million, and the best masterpiece of his life." Dongfang Xuan's eyes flashed with a strange glint, and his voice was cold and sinister, "But, I don't believe it!"
Dongfang Xuan was shrouded in a cold murderous intent, staring at Nangong Liuyun with murderous intent.
Nangong Liuyun's eyes were sharp and deep. He remained motionless, glancing sideways at Dongfang Xuan with a steady and cold expression: "Soon, you will believe it."
"Really? Then please give me some guidance, Third Junior Brother." Dongfang Xuan's eyes seemed to contain thousands of ices, and there were strange waves of light.
"Admit it." Nangong Liuyun slowly raised his beautiful and perfectly curved chin, his beautiful eyes as bright as stars, revealing an indestructible confidence.
Below the stage, Su Luo's heart suddenly began to beat faster.
Because she felt that the two men were going to fight.
Sure enough, just as this thought came to her mind, she heard two voices quickly crossing each other!
Speed, such a fast speed!
Just now, when the two of them crossed each other, they actually exchanged thirteen consecutive palm strikes, but in the eyes of the audience, it only took a second, so fast.
As the light and shadow flashed, the two figures had already crossed each other.
Originally, Nangong Liuyun was on the left and Dongfang Xuan was on the right, but now, Dongfang Xuan has moved to Nangong Liuyun's original position, and Nangong Liuyun has also moved to the same position.
Hundreds of thousands of spectators let out suppressed gasps and exclamations, their eyes fixed on the two people on the stage, not blinking for a moment, concentrating and holding their breath.
So wonderful!
It was indeed a battle between top masters, a showdown between the strongest. In just the blink of an eye, they had already used so many moves... Although they couldn't understand it at all, they felt it was so amazing.
"Nangong Liuyun, I didn't expect you to have such strength." Dongfang Xuan's eyes slightly raised. Although he spoke words of praise, his eyes were full of confidence. "But, you are far inferior to me."
"Victory is not something that can be boasted about." Nangong Liuyun sneered disdainfully.
"Really? Then let me show you whether victory belongs to me!" Dongfang Xuan suddenly drew out a sword from behind him.
"This sword is called Juesha." Dongfang Xuan's eyes were soft, as if he was looking at his most beloved lover. His voice was slow, each word emphasized. "Once the sword is unsheathed, it will drink blood."
Otherwise, he will suffer the consequences.
Nangong Liuyun smiled faintly and didn't take it seriously.
Dongfang Xuan's eyes flashed with unprecedented confidence. He stared at the icy Juesha Sword in his hand, his voice gentle yet eerie, "For the past ten years, Juesha has followed me around the continent, encountering nine Tenth-Rank warriors. Juesha has drunk blood nine times. Now, Senior Brother is giving you one last chance. You should feel honored."
Nangong Liuyun let out a brilliant smile, "This last chance should be left to you. That's perfect."
Su Luo in the audience chuckled, feeling both worried and amused.
Nangong Liuyun's tongue is still so sharp. Just now, he moved quickly in the battle with Dongfang Xuan without any hindrance. I hope he is really not sick and will give Dongfang Xuan a good lesson.
Su Luo clasped her hands together and prayed silently.
She never believed in ghosts and gods, but this time, she would rather believe it.
On stage, the conversation has ended.
The killing sword in Dongfang Xuan's hand was suddenly unsheathed, the corners of his mouth curled up wickedly, and his eyes were as cold as stars, staring at Nangong Liuyun.
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