Chapter 1535 – The last battle (15)
“First Senior Brother is too hateful.” Zi Yan bit her lower lips and accompanied Su Luo to stand up, raising their heads to look at the two people in mid-air.
“Nangong Liuyun is still holding up.” Although he didn’t show it and the majority of the people hadn’t discover it, but Su Luo knew his situation wasn’t good.
At this moment, the people in mid-air stood facing each other.
Dongfang Xuan’s gaze was bloodthirsty and sinister, as he laughed madly: “Third Junior Brother, how long can you hold on?”
Nangong Liuyun didn’t show any weakness as he fought back coldly: “How long you can last, is how long I’ll accompany you for.”
“But your legs are trembling in fear ah. Hahaha——” Dongfang Xuan repeatedly howled with laughter but his body gave off a murderous aura.
Nangong Liuyun’s body gave off a cruel fighting intent, the corner of his mouth hooking up into a demonic and cold arc, “Senior Brother is also scared until you are trembling from head to toe ah.”
Dongfang Xuan’s Juesha Sword pointed directly at Nangong Liuyun: “Death is at hand and you dare mouth off!”
Nangong Liuyun’s expression was indifferent as if the Dongfang Xuan in front of him was merely a transient cloud: “Just give it all you’ve got.”
“Fine!” Dongfang Xuan shouted loudly.
Immediately, his body moved!
Off the stage, everyone nervously watched the two of them in mid-air.
Although they couldn’t hear clearly what they were saying, but it seemed very violent.
Su Luo’s heart was also clenched tightly.
Her gaze stared unblinkingly at the two figures in mid-air.
Dongfang Xuan’s body moved. Instantly, around him in all directions, virtual images that looked exactly like him appeared. The number of virtual images continuously increased.
Nine, eighteen….thirty-six….forty-five….seventy-two…
As the number of people increased. Su Luo’s face became increasingly pale.
Seventy-two, Dongfang Xuan actually condensed out seventy-two other images of him.
“First Senior Brother actually secretly already cultivated to eight turns ah!” Zi Yan’s lips trembled slightly. The words she spoke also carried traces of fear.
Eight turns of Virtual Images, what kind of strength it is ah!
Su Luo’s tone had a trace of righteous coldness: “Maybe he is still hiding his real strength.”
Beichen Ying’s fists were clenched tightly!
Dongfang Xuan took out his trump card but Nangong Liuyun just so happened to have encountered bad luck to have his illness strike. Was there a more unfortunate matter than this?
On the VIP seats, all the Elders’ brows were also tightly puckered.
“Nangong this boy will lose for sure this time.” Old man Luo didn’t have a good impression of Nangong Liuyun because of his grandson and granddaughter. So, he didn’t mind hitting him while down.
Jade Lake’s Li family’s old man faintly smiled: “Brother Luo’s words are true.”
Beichen family’s old man coldy sneered. Without regard to others, he tossed a shelled peanut in his mouth: “The outcome of the battle still hasn’t been decided. The two of you guys oh, have set down the verdict too early.”
“Sneer, that Nangong boy’s strength originally wasn’t as strong as that Dongfang boy, not to mention that he is injured right now. If he can win it like this, I, Luo Mingxu, will directly give him my family’s secret martial arts Thunder Bow!”
Thunder Bow technique was considered a high level martial arts. It was much stronger than the one Nangong Liuyun took out from the secret book collection.
“What does Brother Rong Yun think?” Old man Li smiled insincerely as he tossed the dialogue toward Grandmaster Rong Yun.
Grandmaster Rong Yun’s pair of icy, deep, pitch-black eyes gave off an elegant luster.
Among these group of old men, such a handsome male seemed somewhat strange.
But none of these old man dared to ignore his existence.
Because Grandmaster Rong Yun’s strength was profoundly mysterious. Nobody knew if he had reached the monarch rank that existed only in legends.
Because no one was able to force Grandmaster Rong Yun to his bottom line.