Urban Madness

"drink!"

Han Ling Hua Luojiao shouted and waved a sword aura.

Nan Yu hurriedly swung his whip to resist, but was forced back several meters by this sword energy.

If these few meters are placed in normal times, there may not be any major problems.

But now it was on the competition stage, Nan Yu gritted his teeth and stabilized his figure.

At this time, half of her foot was out of the range of the martial arts stage.

Seeing that he was about to get out of the martial arts stage, Nan Yu hurriedly adjusted his figure.

But Lin Han's flowers fell, pressing every step of the way, this sword, wiping Nan Yu's face, dashed dangerously.

Although Nan Yu hid in the past, the veil on her face was picked off, revealing the stunning face of the country and the city.

"Oh it's you!"

Seeing Nan Yu's face, Han Ling Hualuo suddenly became angry.

"Where is Ye Fan? Tell him to come out and see me!"

She was more powerful with one sword, and Nan Yu was forced to retreat step by step.

"If he wants to see you, you will see him soon, why should you ask me? You know I won't tell you."

Although it is downwind, Nan Yu is not afraid.

"you wanna die!"

Han Ling Hualuo's eyes were red.

She couldn't understand what she was inferior to the woman in front of her, why Ye Fan didn't choose herself in the first place.

Ye Fan, who was watching the battle in the audience, was not nervous at all.

He could see that although Han Ling was now pressing hard, she could not hurt Nan Yu. Correspondingly, Nan Yu had been defending, and Han Ling could not hurt her.

This kind of match, the attack of you come and me, lasted for a cup of tea, Nan Yu was forced off the competition stage because of an accident.

But no one at Guangming Pavilion blamed Nan Yu for his failure.

One is because Nan Yu is so beautiful, they can't bear to blame.

The other is that the strength of the two sides is equal, and after such a long time, it can be regarded as a glorious defeat.

Han Ling Hualuo stared at Nan Yu fiercely, and flew off the competition stage.

She relaxed for a while before she calmed down her excitement.

"This third match, General Feng Bo, will leave it to you!"

Han Ling Hualuo pointed to one of them and said.

The man took off his cloak, and he was a skinny old man.

"Feng Bo Feilian, please advise!"

After the skinny old man got on the martial arts stage, he looked at everyone in the Guangming Pavilion.

Everyone in Guangming Pavilion, look at me, I think you have watched each other for a long time, and have not decided who will play the battle.

"This group of people under you are a little too wasteful, why don't you even dare to participate in the martial arts contest!"

Ye Fan stood by Dijiang's side, silently complaining.

"This third match is very important. They are not 100% sure, so naturally they dare not play."

Di Jiang smiled.

"Moreover, this old man on the stage, although his strength is not considered to be an outstanding wave among the evil faction, his ability to control the wind with one hand is so superb that makes people unpredictable."

When the two discussed in a low voice, a figure squeezed to the front of the cultivators in the Guangming Pavilion.

"Hey, Liu Yu, why are you here?"

Seeing the person, Ye Fan was a little surprised, but he had never subpoenaed Liu Yu.

"My lord, I want to be on stage, and I will meet this Feng Bo!"

Liu Yu stood in front of Ye Fan and saluted him.

"Your cultivation base is still too weak for you to be on stage."

Ye Fan shook his head.

Liu Yu looked at Ye Fan for a long while, letting out his own breath.

Ye Fan just wanted to ask Liu Yu to go back, but found that the strength of this guy, I don't know when, has reached the peak of the golden core.

"Are you a human being? How come your strength has improved so quickly!"