The silhouette flashed.
As both sides of the match were skilled in concealed weapons.
As soon as the fight started, the two of them pulled apart directly.
The fight then became a stalemate.
The two dodged back and forth.
The only thing that could be seen was the sky full of darts staggering back and forth, clashing in a burst of sparks.
Before Tianman Jiuji took to the stage, he was still disdainful.
After all, she had been practising concealed weapons since she was a child, and her hand sword had been refined to perfection.
No one in her generation could beat her.
But after a few rounds.
She was surprised to find that her opponent was no weaker than herself in concealed weapons.
If this went on, it would only end in a draw.
This was not the result she wanted for Tianman Jiuji.
If she could not win the match, why would she have to go on stage?
Thinking of this, she instantly unleashed her charm technique.
Opposite.
Song Mo Xuan Yu’s attention had been focused on the attack and defence of both sides’ concealed weapons, and did not gap on her opponent’s abnormality.
And when she locked eyes with Tian Man Jiuji.
The spirit instantly swayed.
While the audience was still staring nervously at the bout on the field.
In the next second, Song Mo Xuan Yu stopped the movements in her hands, her gaze dulled as she stood still, unmoving.
This state of affairs was something Lin Mo could relate to.
When the Endless Sea was first executed, he had almost died from this move.
And Song Mo Xuan Yu’s symptoms at this moment were precisely the result of being caught in the other party’s charm technique, with his consciousness falling into an illusion.
As for the Heavenly Manifestation Nine Extremes, when he saw that his tactics had succeeded.
Then he smiled disdainfully.
“Originally, I thought you were so strong.
I didn’t expect that it was just an embroidered pillow.”
With that, he pulled out a pair of bitterless from his strapped leg and walked slowly towards his opponent.
As the sharp bitterness slowly approached the small of Song Mo Xuan Yu’s stomach.
The smile on Tianman Jiuji’s face became even more pronounced.
At this moment, he was completely in a position to win.
Seeing the critical situation.
At this moment, the Chief Magistrate also looked towards the Grand Elder’s side with a nervous expression.
As long as Xuanyuan Ming nodded, he would step in to stop the match even if he didn’t want to lose this old face.
After all, the Song family’s youngest child was one of ten thousand super geniuses.
If he were to die here, it would be a loss for the whole of China.
On Xuan Yuan Ming’s side, however, he originally had a heavy face.
Only after a while, he loosened his frown.
And then, with a faint smile, he shook his head slightly towards the head judge.
Indicating that the latter did not need to step in.
”This little doll is a good coincidence of chance.”
With a silent sigh in his heart, Xuanyuan Ming’s gaze then shifted to the martial arts stage once again.
And at this moment, Tian Manchu Jiuji had already arrived in front of Song Mo Xuan Yu.
With the smile of a victor.
Tian Man Jiuji playfully stroked the latter’s delicate cheek
“Don’t put on such a stinky face if you don’t have the strength to do so in the future.”
After murmuring a word, he brought his right hand with bitterness towards the place of the opponent’s dantian and stabbed it straight.
Just as she was about to get it, the smile on her face suddenly froze.
The eyes in his sockets shrank sharply.
In front of him, Song Mo Xuan Yu, who had been frozen like a wooden chicken, dodged out of the way in a strange manner.
And then with great speed, he drew out the short blade at his waist and violently stabbed himself in the abdomen.
With that breathtakingly fast stance, Tian Man Jiuji was unable to react at all.
In the next second, she felt a sharp pain coming from the small of her back.
Before she could even look down and observe, she felt a numbness in her back.
The whole person then lost both eyes and fell to the ground.
Seeing this scene.
The elder of the Heavenly Manifestation Palace could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, before the match, he had asked the young palace master to put on the fine silk armour with a deadly grin.
Otherwise, with Song Mo Xuan Yu’s sword, the young palace master’s dantian would definitely not have been protected.
The Hachiman venerable beside the elder, his face was so dark that water was dripping out of it.
“The Ink Hidden Ancient Art, hasn’t this been lost?
Why would it reappear with this little girl’s hands.”