The Demonic King Chases His Wife: The Rebellious Good-for-Nothing Miss Chapter 1530 – The last battle (11)

Chapter 1530 – The last battle (11)
Nangong Liuyun’s expression was apathetic, couldn’t tell his mood. He nodded indifferently: “First Senior Brother.”
“Master had always said your natural talent is very good, absolutely none better than you. You are his best masterpiece in his lifetime.” A strangeness flashed through Dongfang Xuan’s eyes. His tone was ice-cold and hidden, “But I don’t believe it!”
Dongfang Xuan was enveloped in ice-cold killing intent from head to toe. He murderously stared at Nangong Liuyun.
Nangong Liuyun’s gaze was sharp and abstruse. His figure was motionless and firm as he rightfully cast a cold sidelong glance at Dongfang Xuan: “Very quickly, you will believe it.”
“Really? Then ask Third Junior Brother to give a few pointers.” Dongfang Xuan’s gaze contained varied coldness and frost. a strange reflection floating in it.
“Acknowledged.” Nangong Liuyun’s perfectly curved and beautiful chin slowly lifted up. His beautiful eyes were handsome as bright stars. It had a ‘can conquer every obstacle’ self-confidence.
Off the stage, Su Luo’s heart suddenly lifted up.
Because she could feel that these two people were about to battle.
Sure enough, this thought of hers had barely risen up when she saw the two figures quickly crisscross and pass by!
Speed, such fast speed!
Just now, when the two people crossed by each other, they exchanged thirteen moves. But in everyone’s eyes, it was only a second in time, such fast speed.
Like light that flashed by, the two people had already parted from the exchange.
Originally, Nangong Liuyun was on the left, Dongfang Xuan on the right. But now, Dongfang Xuan changed to Nangong Liuyun’s original position. It was the same for Nangong Liuyun.
Several hundred thousands of spectators gave off sounds of surprise and sucked in cold air. Their eyes stared fixedly at the two people on the stage, unblinkingly and with rapt attention.
Too brilliant ah!
Worthy of being a battle of experts at their summit. A contest of strong against strong. in the blink of an eye, they had already exchanged so many pointers… they actually couldn’t make sense of what they saw but could feel it was very powerful.
“Nangong Liuyun, didn’t expect you actually had such strength.” Dongfang Xuan’s eyebrow lifted up slightly. Although he was saying a praise, his eyes, however, were filled with self-confidence, “But you are too far behind when compared to me.”
“Victory is not something that comes from boasting.” Nangong Liuyun disdainfully sneered.
“Really? Then I’ll let you see whether victory belongs to me!” Dongfang Xuan suddenly drew a sword from his back.
“This sword’s name is Yue Juesha.” Dongfang Xuan looked as if he was looking at his most beloved lover. His gaze gave off a soft light tone, slowly emphasizing each word he was saying, “Once a sword is unsheathed, it will inevitably drink blood before returning.”
Otherwise, he would receive the kickback.
Nangong Liuyun faintly smiled, not at all concerned.
Dongfang Xuan’s eyes flashed with self-confidence, looked at the ice-cold sword that would deal the final blow. His soft tone carried a trace of strange darkness:“These ten years, Juesha has followed me travel all over the world. Encountered a total of nine tenth-ranked experts. Juesha has already drank blood nine times, now, Senior Brother left the last opportunity for you, you should feel honored.”
The corner of Nangong Liuyun’s mouth bloomed into a splendid smile, “This last opportunity ought to be set aside for yourself. Only then would it be perfect.”
Under the stage, Su Luo laughed out loud with a ‘pff’ sound. Even though her heart was worried, she still found this funny.
Nangong Liuyun’s speaking ability was still this nimble. Just now, he and Dongfang Xuan fought very quickly and wasn’t hindered a bit. She hoped he really didn’t fall ill and ruthlessly taught Dongfang Xuan a lesson.
Both of Su Luo’s palms were together in prayer and silently prayed.
She had never believed in supernatural beings, but this time, she’d rather believe they exist.
On the stage, the dialogue had completed.
The Juesha Sword in Dongfang Xuan’s hand suddenly unsheathed. The corner of his mouth hooked up demonically, his gaze staring unwaveringly at Nangong Liuyun.