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Chapter 148 - One Power Drops Ten Meetings(2/2)

"Senior Brother Nangong, I won't let you beat me easily!"

On the stage, Mei Ling held a long sword in her hand and had a solemn face.

"One knife!"

Nangong Linjue carried a long and shiny sword on his back and said lightly.

If it were normal times, Nangong Linjue was still in the mood to play with Mei Ling, but at this time, he had already been aroused by Su Mo.

I don't have the mood to continue playing.

"One knife?"

When Mei Ling heard this, her pretty face turned cold.

Is the other party too arrogant?

Even if you, Nangong Lin, feel that you are strong, you can't defeat me with one move!

"Check the knife!"

Nangong Lin felt unwilling to waste time, so he unsheathed his sword and pointed to the ground obliquely.

Swish!

The next moment, Nangong Lin felt his body soar into the sky and slashed down with a knife.

"The sky cuts the clouds!"

Nangong Lin heard a loud shout, and then, a tragic white sword energy that was ten meters long tore through the air and cut it down in an instant.

This sword was extremely powerful, and the sword energy was as fast as lightning, destroying everything and was unstoppable.

"What?"

Merling suddenly turned pale.

This sword was too powerful, this sword was too fast, and he couldn't stop it at all.

boom!!

Without any surprise, Mei Ling was killed with just one knife and landed far away in the battle arena.

A trace of bloody red flowed from the corner of Mei Ling's mouth, and even her robe was torn apart by the knife air, revealing a large area of ​​delicate skin.

After defeating Mei Ling with one sword, Nangong Linjue turned around and walked off the battlefield.

“So powerful!”

"It's so strong. I defeated Mei Ling, who is also the top ten disciples of the outer sect, with one sword."

Everyone was shocked.

Nangong Lin felt that he was worthy of being the best in the outer sect, and his strength was terrifying.

In previous games, most of the disciples who met Nangong Linjue directly gave up.

A few disciples who did not admit defeat were also defeated by Nangong Linjue with one palm, and no one could allow him to display his true strength.

Now, facing Mei Ling, the eighth-ranked outer sect, Nangong Linjue's bursting strength is unimaginable.

Su Mo looked at Nangong Linjue's back and narrowed his eyes slightly.

This person is indeed not weak!

At this time, even on another mountain.

Duan Jingtian, who was following the game, showed a rare smile on his face.
Chapter completed!
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