Chapter 1187 (1/2)

Although it's clear that it's just a contest, under the power of the invisible sword, everyone feels as if they are facing a great enemy. It seems that they are either others or themselves in the face of the cold smoke.

”It turns out that your sword is an artifact!” Nan Aotian was slightly surprised. He also drew out his long sword at a very slow speed. Only half an inch of the sword's light flickered, and then came the sound of dragon chanting, which released the meaning of hegemony.

The sword in his hand, even if it's not an artifact, must not be much different. Before, he not only hid his strength, but also his sword. Until then, many people could see that the sword he used today was totally different from last night.

Time, as if stagnated at this moment, all people's hearts, involuntarily speed up the beat, as if to seize the cavity.

”It seems that mu Hanyan met his opponent this time, and I don't know if I still have the chance to fight with him.” Jiang Qi Ling looks at this scene, also don't know is Schadenfreude, or regret of say.

”Originally, I wanted to fight again and step on mu Hanyan to correct my name. Now it seems that I may not have this chance.” The more mortal world shakes his head and sighs.

Although the sky is clear, but everyone's feeling is so dull, as if the top of the dark clouds, people can't breathe.

”In fact, I know your most fatal weakness.” Mu Hanyan smiles slightly.

”What?” Nan Aotian was startled.

I just feel that mu Hanyan's eyes are locked on me, sharp as a blade.

No, it's impossible. How could he know. Nan Aotian's heart is filled with inexplicable confusion.

”Nine days, the stars fall!” Finally, mu Hanyan cut out with one sword. And her eyes, still dead lock South Ao day body somewhere.

Smile on the face, still so confident.

”Wait!” At this time, Nan Aotian suddenly opened his mouth.

Mu Hanyan's move was just half done. Hearing his cry, he abruptly stopped the sword and looked at Nan Aotian with a smile.

”Why don't we have another comparison?” South Ao day said.

”How?” Mu Hanyan asked.

”They are all the children of the aristocratic family. It's a loss of status to fight and kill. Why don't we just have a fight, sit back and talk about wine and heroes?” South Ao day chokes of a accept sword to return scabbard, threw to throw a robe sleeve, all show the aristocratic breath of the son of an aristocratic family, say to Mu Hanyan.

”Poof!” as he was drinking tea leisurely, Jiang Qi Ling and Yue fan Chen, who were going to watch a big play, came out at the same time.

Under the stage, everyone was stunned. No one doubts that mu Hanyan and Nan Aotian will meet each other, and they will have a great war, even a classic memory of their whole life.

Who would have expected that Nan Aotian would take up the sword, and even say that he wanted Wendou. If you give him a folding fan and shave off his beard, it would be a bit of handsome.

However, look at your bulging muscles, look at your stubble face, you are still fighting, worthy of your powerful appearance?

”Not interested.” Mu Hanyan refused without hesitation.

”Do you have to do it?” Nan Aotian tilts his head and looks at mu Hanyan.

”Nonsense.” Mu Hanyan said firmly.

”There's one thing we can discuss?” South Ao day said.

”What to discuss?” Mu Hanyan asked with a smile.

”You can do it, but don't hit me in the face, especially don't touch my beard.” South Ao day said.