The Qingshuang Sword broke through the air, glowing with an incomparably dazzling brilliance.

At this moment, Matsuo Bluebird was restrained by Wei Li, and it was too late to react, so he could only watch Zhao Hongsleeve and stab his body with a sword.

"Roaring ——!!"

At the moment when Matsuo Bluebird was swordsman, the aura around his body soared, and his eyes were full of unbearable pain, but his hands suddenly clenched into fists, as if he wanted to make a dying struggle.

"Boom!"

A violent aura emanated from Matsuo Bluebird's body, and then it slammed into the ground like a flood, and scattered, rolling up a ring of smoke and dust, covering the sky and the sun.

In the thick smoke, the energy that rushed towards Zhao Hong's sleeves was all wrapped in cyan light and shadow with black spots, weakened one by one, eliminated and invisible, and at the same time, there were also large black spots attached to Matsuo Bluebird's body, and his screams were piercing and terrible, spreading throughout the audience.

Soon.

The aura of rage in the sky gradually dissipated.

The dust settled.

The sky is clear, and the sun is shining for thousands of miles.

Except for the martial arts arena that has been tossed, it seems that everything has returned to a calm appearance.

The battle of the battle column silenced the audience, and there was no noise.

Because in that mid-air, Zhao Hongsleeve and Matsuo Blue Bird were still floating in mid-air.

The Qingshuang Sword in Zhao Hongsleeve's hand still runs through the body of the Matsutail Blue Bird.

Everyone was staring at these two figures tightly, holding their breath, for these two martial artists with their own magical powers, if it was not the last time, no one knew who the one who won among them was.

"Smack!"

A moment later, a piece of the scale on the Matsuo bluebird's body, with flesh falling off, fell to the ground.

Immediately after, countless scales fell one after another, and one of the bodies of the Matsutail Blue Bird was already a blur of flesh and blood.

The wind is blowing.

Matsuo Bluebird looked at his already tattered body, raised his head slightly, his eyes moved, and then, slowly raised his arm, and with his movements, he was dripping with blood and chasing to the ground.

Incredibly slow.

Matsuo Bluebird's arm slowly stretched out towards Zhao Hong's sleeve, and every inch of movement could make people feel his powerful pain.

"Matsuo Aotori, are you punching?!"

After a while, a voice slowly spread across the audience.

A huge uproar ensued.

At this moment, a battle has already fallen to the dust, but I didn't expect that Matsuo Bluebird, who had been tortured to such an extent, was still insisting on hitting the final blow.

Unfortunately, his movements were so slow that people couldn't even notice his movements.

"You're strong, you've been able to push me to this point. ”

Zhao Hongsleeve looked at the terrifying-looking Matsutail Blue Bird, and his voice was cold: "It's a pity, it's not enough." ”

Matsuo Bluebird's lips opened and he didn't make any sound, and at this moment, the snake letter in his mouth had also fallen off.

It's just a pair of eyes, still full of resentment.

"Boom!"

With the shaking of Zhao Hong's Hidden Blade body, a stream of blood spilled out from the corner of Matsuo Bluebird's mouth again, and a touch of disbelief appeared in his eyes, as if he still didn't believe that he was so defeated.

After a breath, a mighty force poured out along the sword body, and the Matsuo Blue Bird, which no longer had any internal breath protection, turned its flesh and bones into pieces.

The entire body exploded in the air, turning into a mist of blood.

At this moment, the audience finally burst into countless gasps and noises.

All kinds of voices came and went, like a tidal wave.

No one could have imagined that Matsuo Aotori, who was quite famous in the Dongying martial arts world and had been cultivating for decades, thought that he could become famous all over the world with this martial arts conference, and was one of the next top ten ninja candidates, was defeated.

Everyone thought that the battle of Matsuo Blue Bird should be a blockbuster.

But.

How could he lose at the hands of an unknown Chinese woman?

What kind of cultivation is that woman?

How could it be possible to demonize the Matsutail Bluebird and beat the bones without bones?

The moment the Matsuo blue bird exploded in mid-air, Kawashima Uru, Toriyamazu, Akamatsu Tsuyoshi and others in the stands had already grown their mouths in surprise.

The disciples of the Koga School in the back row are also like sculptures.

Even Kobayashi Kazuhashi couldn't help but rub his eyes, trying to make sure that he was not mistaken.

In the end, Kobayashi Itchibashi frowned after confirming that Matsuo Blue Bird was really defeated: "Matsuo Blue Bird...... Not only did he lose, but he was actually killed!"

His voice, like a fuse, ignited everyone's emotions.

"How is this possible? Senior Brother Matsuo is already an undefeated existence among the disciples of the Koga School!"

"That's right! In the previous duel, Matsuo Blue Bird had clearly gained the upper hand!"

"That woman, how could she beat the demonized Blue Bird-sama?"

"Did she use sorcery too?"

“......！”

Everyone was confused.

After all, Zhao Hongsleeve was still at an absolute disadvantage at the moment before she counter-killed Matsuo Bluebird, and Matsuo Bluebird could have killed her with a sword, but she countered it in an instant, and suddenly turned things around.

Countless eyes looked at Zhao Hongsleeve in the field, and while admiring, they were all accompanied by deep fear.

Even a demonized ninja can be killed, what kind of existence should this be?

On the edge of the arena, Ji Haotian saw Zhao Hongsleeve winning, and a light smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Zhao Hongsleeve is really a smart and clever woman.

When I heard my words, I found the key point of Matsuo Bluebird.

Although the black spot released by Zhao Hongsleeve was strong and violent, it couldn't last long, if her last one didn't break through the Matsuo Blue Bird's life gate, in the next second, she would definitely be killed by the Matsuo Blue Bird in the opposite direction.

In the midst of countless gazes, the shadow on the field had already slowly come in the direction where Ji Haotian was.

The Matsuo Blue Bird is indeed difficult, and a battle has forced Zhao Hong's sleeves to play all the cards, and most of the breath around his body is consumed, and there is a heat wave constantly surging in his blood.

"Thank you. ”

Zhao Hongsleeve smiled and thanked Ji Haotian for his head.

Just after the battle, it was extremely dangerous everywhere, if Zhao Hongsleeve hadn't been reminded by Ji Haotian.

That......

She didn't dare to think about the ending anymore.

"I didn't do anything, thank you. ”

Ji Haotian looked at the clothes on Zhao Hongsleeve's shoulders that were torn, and said with a smile, at this moment, Zhao Hongsleeve's wound had healed, and the snow-white fragrant shoulders added a bit of temptation.

"In the next competition with Junichiro Hyakji, I wish you a victory. ”

Zhao Hongsleeve smiled, completely devoid of the jade-faced Rakshasa ferocity and brutality on the field just now: "I have written down the favor I owe you today, but I am determined to win the championship of this martial arts conference, but don't expect me to let you!"