This sounds like exhortation, but in essence it is a threat!

Ye Nongying smiled softly, but the smile didn't reach the bottom of her eyes. She sank a sulky breath from the bottom of her heart, and said blankly: "Not everyone is so fragile. Since Miss Duanmu is my friend, I Naturally believe her too."

Zhulong also smiled, "Trust her? What do you mean? Can she win or..."

"Naturally she can win."

"Oh, isn't it?"

Zhulong's eyes narrowed, "Mr. Mu is so confident? Did you overestimate Miss Duanmu, or underestimate my elder brother?"

"Master Zhulong, is it overestimated or underestimated? We can look at the following battles. After the battles are over, it will not be too late to discuss them." What a shit!

Zhulong is so clever, he understood it naturally, smiled, and looked at her deeply: "I wanted to discuss with Mr. Mu while watching the fight. Since Mr. Mu doesn't welcome me so much, then I'll take a step forward. NS."

Ye Nongying glanced at him and said nothing.

Zhulong touched the tip of his nose and left without interest.

On the stage, Duanmu Yawang reached out and touched the blood spilling from the corner of her mouth, twitched the corner of her lips, and stood up. She looked at Qingming and said meaningfully: "Maybe Mr. Qingming has cultivated the indestructible body of King Kong. ?"

Qing Ming's face suddenly changed!

Duan Muya looked around, smiled, and talked, Qing Ming's eyes were cold, as if looking at an inferior animal, staring at her coldly, "I still have the strength to say so many things, it seems, yes. I just started playing too lightly."

Duanmuya sneered sneerly and squinted her eyes and said: "Mr. Qingming, please don't let me. Even if I lose, I want to lose more quickly. Just like you said before, don't waste each other's time."

"good."

Qing Ming felt that Duanmu Yawang was mocking him.

Ironically, he solved her within a few strokes.

His assassin laughed furiously, "Since you are so ignorant of good and bad, then I don't need to show you any affection!"

After speaking, I only heard the clanging sound of the sword being unsheathed, and at the same time the strong light flashed.

The body of the sword was white, flashing under strong light.

Duanmu Yawang's eyes dazzled, and she subconsciously stretched out her hand to cover her eyes.

At almost the same instant, Yin Huiyin exclaimed: "Xiaoyawang, be careful..."

Before he finished his words, he saw a powerful sword aura, slashing sharply at her!

This sword aura was so extraordinary, everyone in the audience was frightened by the power, and exclaimed, covering their chests and stepping back, lest they hurt them!

After all, once you are injured by such a sword qi, even if you don't get crushed, you will be split into several pieces!

No one dares to bear such a risk!

The moment Yin Huiyin's words sounded, Duanmu Ya looked at a certain place and a dim light flashed, and at a speed that was difficult for others to detect, he pulled out the original moving sky sword!

She didn't dodge or hide, holding the hilt in both hands, and at the moment when the opponent's sword aura struck, she swept across the sky!

"boom!"

The sword strikes, making a strong burst of sound!

Everyone was stunned by Duanmu Ya's reaction, and Qing Ming was also stunned.

Duanmu Yawang didn't give him time to react at all. With a little tiptoe, his figure disappeared. When Qing Ming came back to his senses, he stabbed his colleague with a sound, and he felt a sharp pain in his chest!

He snorted!

Looking down, there was a deep red blood on the jump, from one of his arms, straight across the entire chest!

The wound on his chest was stained with sword aura, as if he had been licked by a poisonous snake Xinzi, with a tearing pain!

His face turned pale in an instant!

What kind of ghost sword is this, he has never tried such a pain!

No one thought that Duanmu Yawang would be able to fight back, and everyone in the audience was stunned!

"She, she...what's the matter!"

"Yeah, have you seen it? The sword in her hand seems to be of extraordinary quality. The sword body and hilt, and the sword aura is actually golden! This is the first time I have seen a sword with such a sword aura color! "

"Me too." The golden color is like the light of hope, more like the light of the Buddha's light. Everyone doesn't know how to fight it in their hearts, creating a sense of awe.

These people in the audience were discussing. The moment Xiao Bailu and Fang Ruoxing saw Duanmu Yawang's counterattack, they breathed a sigh of relief and almost jumped up with joy.

Little Bailu raised his chin, and was about to show off proudly to Fang Ruoxing, when an innocent and charming little girl's voice sounded: "Your sister's sword is so beautiful, you said, can I borrow it to play for a few days?"

When the little white deer heard Duanmu Yawang's stolen embroidered bag, his face changed, and he turned his head vigilantly at the little girl who was smiling at him: "You, what do you want to do again?"

The little girl blinked innocently, "I just want to play with your sister's sword. What is your reaction?"

"..."

Little Bailu gritted his teeth, his reaction is already very calm!

If he is stronger, he will take this little kid out and beat him up!

See if she dare to want to play with her own things!

"Oh, you're so stupid, I still won't tell you." Ximen Yingyue stared at Xiao Bailu and shook her head, and placed her gaze on the stage.

At the same time, Zhulong on the other side, with a smile on his face, disappeared long ago, staring solemnly at the stage.

Ye Nongying, who was standing not far from Zhulong, saw his expression clearly, and her heart was secretly refreshed.

However, when she swept her eyes towards the sword in Duanmu Yawang's hand on the stage, she also fell into deep thought. This sword was extraordinary, and it could not be Duanmu Yawang's own spirit chain weapon. Her sword...what's the origin of it? Great?

This sword shocked everyone, but Duanmu Yawang's focus was not here. She looked at the Far East Heavenly Sword that was stained with a lot of blood, and some blood beads on the sword slowly disappeared.

"here we go again."

The original moving sky sword sucked blood again.

Duanmu Yawang's heart sank, and if this goes on, everyone will definitely notice that the original moving sword is sucking blood!

She must fight quickly!

Thinking like this, she raised her eyes, slowly raised her hand holding the sword, and pointed at Qingming’s lips and smiled, “Mr. Qingming, I’m sorry, I can’t give you time to rest. I am a person who likes speed more than you. The battle is decided quickly."

The people in the audience were very anxious, "Is Mr. Qingming really going to lose!" They don't want Duanmu Ya to win!

Someone calmly said: "This is not necessarily true. Didn't you look at it? Duanmu Yawang is hurting much more than Mr. Qingming. Duanmu Yawang has released a big move. Mr. Qingming hasn't yet, why are you panicking!"

The people in the audience wanted to say something, they didn't know what was happening on the stage, they just felt that a burst of spiritual pressure that was stronger than ever before approached their foreheads, and then, with a buzzing sound from the brain, their legs immediately softened. Falling to the ground, they only felt that their eyes were black, their heads were red, and they hugged their heads in pain and groaned!