With the judge's "start", Zhang Youwan's aura soared, her body was as fast as lightning, and the long sword with black qi was pointed directly at Mu Zhifu's heart.

Mu Zhifu's eyes lit up, and she sighed secretly in her heart: Zhang Youwan is worthy of being the most important daughter of the Zhang family, this cultivation is afraid that it will be more than three times higher than herself, and her swordsmanship is even more deep-rooted, and her sword moves are smooth and powerful, so it is no wonder that she dares to bet on a spirit crystal mine with herself.

Well...... If it weren't for Mu Wangjun's fooling her into cultivating the "Mixed Yuan Creation Divine Skill", if it wasn't for the senior brother who taught her the "Flying Dragon Nine Styles" swordsmanship, if it weren't for a certain prince who taught her the cracking technique of the Liang swordsmanship...... There's a real chance she won't be able to beat it.

At this moment, Princess Yao felt pity for Zhang Youwan...... It's a pity that the situation she worked so hard to earn for herself is actually a big hole dug for herself.

Between thoughts, the tip of the sword had arrived in front of Mu Zhifu. However, an incredible scene happened......

The onlookers only saw her holding a sword flower casually, and the sword qi on Zhang Youwan's long sword had disappeared.

Immediately, her figure flashed, dodged the attack, and with a backhand wave, a long wound was drawn on Miss Zhang Wu's arm, and the blood immediately stained her clothes red, and the long sword in her hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

Zhang Youwan was shocked, she always thought that her swordsmanship would be a step above the other party no matter what, but she didn't want to even go through a move.

Her supporters were ready to cheer for her when they saw her move quickly and accurately. But before she could raise her throat in one breath, and before she could shout, she was already defeated. Although everyone couldn't say anything, the words in their hearts were written on their faces—this was really embarrassing.

Mu Zhifu pointed at Zhang Youwan with the tip of her sword, and stood in the center of the arena, but did not move.

Zhang Youwan forced herself to calm down, planning to use words to attract the other party's attention, and then took the opportunity to pick up her sword from the ground.

She covered her wound and smiled smugly: "What if you knock out my sword? Don't forget the rules of our game, you only win if you pierce the opponent's piece of paper, otherwise it will be useless if you kill me." ”

The corners of Mu Zhifu's lips were slightly hooked: "Do you think I can't find the piece of paper on your body?"

Zhang Youwan laughed: "Yes! You will never find the piece of paper on me! So, you can't win this competition at all!"

Princess Yao didn't talk nonsense with her, only held a long sword in her hand and walked around her. Indeed, as she said, the piece of paper was not seen on her.

Zhang Youwan was even more proud, and glanced at Mu Zhifu provocatively. Immediately, with a toe of her toes, she hooked the long sword on the ground, and then reached out to take it.

However, before everyone could react, Mu Zhifu on the side waved another sword, scratching a deep scar on her outstretched hand.

The back of her hand was injured, Miss Zhang Wu reflexively withdrew her hand, and the long sword fell to the ground again.

She glared viciously at the sword-wielding girl beside her, just in time to see a smile flash in the girl's eyes. Suddenly, a bad premonition rose in her heart, and she panicked instantly.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

Mu Zhifu looked at her, smiled without saying a word, raised her hand and slashed another sword on her.

This sword is neither deep nor shallow. It was painful enough to make her feel painful, but it wasn't fatal, and she could even hold on and continue to compete.

If the previous two swords didn't hurt her deeply, Zhang Youwan could still laugh and laugh at Mu Zhifu's swordsmanship. With a sword in hand, she could no longer deceive herself......

Thinking of this, Zhang Youwan's pupils shrank, and the horror was indescribable-this demon girl of Lingshan!

"You...... You!" she looked at Mu Zhifu in horror.

Mu Zhifu smiled and gave her another sword.

"Didn't you say that Princess Xichu Jiu is my role model? Why don't you do it quickly?"

Zhang Youwan felt a chill inexplicably rise in her back, and involuntarily took a step back.

She stepped back, and Mu Zhifu stepped forward. This time, she pierced Zhang Youwan's shoulder with a sword. Then, as if regretful, he said, "Ouch, it's a pity that the piece of paper is not here." ”

Zhang Youwan, who was about to pee: "......"

People who seem to be aware of something: "......"

In this way, Mu Zhifu repeatedly "tested" more than 30 places on Zhang Youwan, almost stabbing people into plugs.

Miss Zhang Wu was so painful that she almost fainted, and she wanted to admit defeat several times, but she was interrupted by Princess Yao's sword, and a thousand words turned into one: "Ahhh

How can Zhang Youwan's supporters stand it? They have long been cursing on the sidelines.

And with this curse, the name of "Lingshan Demon Girl" was called out again. Together with the last "bullying" of Zhang Youting, everyone knows about it, and no one knows about it.

After about a stick of incense, Mu Zhifu looked at the dense blood holes on Zhang Youwan's body and nodded with satisfaction.

Then, she raised her hand again, and in full view of everyone, stabbed her sword into the other's head.

"Shhhh

But this time, Qing Shui's sword fell, but he didn't see blood, but cut off Zhang Youwan's bun.

Mu Zhifu put her hair in a bun on the tip of the sword and handed it to the judge, her voice was faint: "It's time to pronounce the sentence." ”

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