Chapter 1482

Name：The Demonic King Chases His Wife The Rebellious Good-for-Nothing Miss Author：Su Xiao Nuan
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"Fortunately, I bet Luo Haoming to win at the beginning. Hahaha, this time I even mortgaged my house. It's really wise!"

"Luo Haoming will win! Win! Win

There was a lot of discussion on the stage.

At all the VIP seats, many people gave a knowing smile. Because most of them also bet Luo Haoming to win.

Luo Haoming's sword will bring them countless wealth. How can they be unhappy?

Su Luo's heart suddenly raised to her throat.

Beichen shadow and others are all nervous and nervous staring at the field.

In terms of real strength, Nangong Liuyun has actually reached the commanding rank, but Before the war with Mo Laozu, his strength was suppressed to the tenth level, so Su Luo really did not know whether he could take this move.

At this time, the whole scene is silent, as if the sound of the leaves landing is clearly visible.

Can his royal highness accept this move?

Will the king of Jin fall under this move?

All of us have this question in mind.

At this time, as Luo Haoming is getting closer and closer in the sky, Nangong Liuyun seems to be scared to be stupid. He stays in place and does not move.

Luo Haoming's aura of startling nature runs to the extreme, and the falling feather sword in his hand is full of red light.

The victory or defeat was a blow, so Luo Haoming didn't consider the issue of consuming aura at all.

He carried the sword crazily, one move, one sword, and slashed to Nangong Liuyun crazily.

He deeply felt that Nangong Liuyun, the opponent, was too terrible to give him even a little chance, otherwise he would definitely turn around and turn the world around!

"BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM

Luo Haoming's falling feather sword has the power of the commanding level. If you cut down the sword, you will feel no mercy!

However, at this time, Nangong Liuyun took out a piece of black cloth from his sleeve.

In such a tense moment, when everyone is holding a cold sweat for him.

He.

He took a piece of black cloth out of his sleeve slowly.

Black cloth is a long strip, made of pure silk. After being shaken by him, it is clean and tidy without any wrinkles.

Nangong Liuyun slowly covered his eyes with black cloth and made a dead knot in the back of his brain.

"Is your Highness the king of Jin looking for death?"

"I couldn't beat it. Now close your eyes. This is not the rhythm of death. What's the rhythm?"

"Your Highness, hide, hide, hide, hide, hide!"

Countless voices interweave, the whole scene is noisy, but the only thing in common is that all people hold their breath and stare at the figure of Nangong Liuyun.

Just as the falling feather sword carries the earth shaking power, it splits into the middle of Nangong Liuyun's forehead!

Suddenly, the figure of Nangong Liuyun was lost!

"Why, where is his Royal Highness the king of Jin?"

"Where is his Highness the king of Jin?"

"How could that happen?"

Countless audiences rubbed their eyes and fixed their eyes on the place where Nangong Liuyun had stood, staring in disbelief.

But even if their eyes were dazzled, they still couldn't find their Royal Highness king of Jin.

"Nangong Liuyun will move in a flash?" At this moment, the face of the master of Mohism in Weiyang palace was as black as thick ink, so heavy that ink could almost drip out.

If Nangong Liuyun really can move, then many things happened in Weiyang palace have a reasonable explanation!

The master of the Mohist School gnashed his teeth, but the elder shook his head slowly and said definitely and solemnly, "it's not blinking, but it's fast approaching blink."

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