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1477 Duel 8

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Is it his imagination?

Why couldn't he feel how strong Nangong Liuyun was?

This made Luo Haoming feel inexplicably panicked.

In fact, how did Luo Haoming know that Nangong Liuyun had already taken the dragon-patterned jade pendant from Su Luo and hung it on his body. In this way, his strength was completely hidden, and no one wanted to know how far he had reached.

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"I didn't expect you would dare to come." Luo Haoming stared at Nangong Liuyun with a sinister gaze. His deep gaze was like a poisonous snake hidden in the darkness, shining with cold light.

"Why don't you dare to come?" Nangong Liuyun was so indifferent, looking at Luo Haoming calmly with the eyes of a dead person.

Luo Haoming sneered: "Pretending."

Nangong Liuyun clasped his hands behind his back, proudly independent, with a look of disdain: "How interesting is this dispute of words?"

"You!" Luo Haoming snorted coldly, and his expression immediately returned to normal, "Nangong Liuyun, in this case, I look forward to the explosion of your strength!"

"You will be looking forward to it." Nangong Liuyun nodded calmly.

Luo Haoming's eyes instantly darkened.

At this time, the referee waved decisively: "The game begins!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the experienced referee immediately ran away from the stage!

"Bang bang bang!"

But in the blink of an eye, Luo Haoming and Nangong Liuyun had already faced each other three times.

Then, both parties flew back respectively.

Luo Haoming stood firmly on the spot, but Nangong Liuyun stepped back seven steps in a row, staggering slightly when he finally stood still.

When everyone saw this, some were happy and some were disappointed.

The people who bet on Luo Haoming to win were naturally very happy. On the contrary, the few people who bet on Nangong Liuyun were all dejected at this time and wanted to rush back and change their bets.

Luo Haoming looked at Nangong Liuyun sarcastically: "You still won't admit defeat?"

Nangong Liuyun said nothing and only looked at him lazily, giving him a strong and domineering feeling that could not be ignored.

I saw him forming a seal with one hand, and complicated marks flew out from under his hand.

Luo Haoming looked relaxed.

For him, this is a sure game and not worthy of his caution.

If Nangong Liuyun was not seriously injured, he might still be able to compete with him, but now Nangong Liuyun is destined to lose.

What's more, after the trial just now, Luo Haoming didn't take Nangong Liuyun seriously.

A halo of light blue water vapor rose up, and a dazzling light suddenly appeared, shrouding Luo Haoming in an instant!

"Tenth level water prison? Haha, Nangong Liuyun, it depends on how long your spiritual power can sustain you!" Luo Haoming raised the corner of his mouth mockingly.

Luo Haoming raised the cold sword in his hand.

This sword is the Luo Feather Sword that has been passed down from generation to generation in the Luo family. It is only slightly weaker than the legendary Chixiao Sword and Chengying Sword.

The Falling Feather Sword corresponds to his wind attribute, almost doubling his speed.

Luo Haoming raised his Falling Feather Sword and struck Nangong Liuyun in the air!

Swish, brush, brush!

Luo Yu's nine slashes were followed by a half-moon-shaped sword radiance. The sword radiance was fierce and domineering, with murderous intent!

Luo Haoming originally wanted to use the power of Luo Yu's Nine Cuts to kill Nangong Liuyun directly with his sword!

So as soon as he comes up, he uses big moves.

Each of Luo Yu's nine slashes is a superposition of the effects of the previous one. Until the ninth slash, the power is doubled by nine times!

This shows how powerful the Ninth Slash is!
Chapter completed!
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