Rotate, horizontally.

The sharp lancet smoothly sliced through the delicate flesh, piercing the internal organs beneath the skin, and blood gushed out of the wound immediately.

Purple Pupil retracted the scalpel and retreated sideways while swinging it again.

Qingyun Liuyun blade was magnificent, slashing at Zhou Tong's waist, cutting off the skin and spine.

Zhou Tong cut off Beichen's hairband, and she asked her to taste the taste of cutting it in two.

Zhou Tong's body was divided into two at once, and he fell to the ground with a muffled sound, like a flower girl, who had been cut in two by the waist, and when there was a loud bang, the flame blade fell to the ground.

Everyone was stunned.

To say that these disciples of the Star Hall, for them, this kind of thing is not very new, but they have seen murder, but they have never seen such murder.

In the astonishment of everyone, Purple Pupil had already walked over, put away the scalpel in her left hand, she bent down to pick up the flaming blade from the ground, and violently injected her own force into the blade, and the flames on the knife body that were about to disperse because of the loss of force support instantly steamed.

"Purple Pupil, you...... What are you doing?! ”

Offstage, Ximen Biluo's face turned white.

Obviously, Zhou Tong is dying, and she has to cut Zhou Tong in two with a knife, what is she going to do now?!

Zitong raised her cold little face, looked at Ximen Biluo in the audience, raised her bloodstained feet, stepped on Zhou Tong's face heavily, and twisted her feet vigorously as she had just twisted the hairband.

The girl in front of her, the white clothes on her body have already been dyed with blood, and the hair that is longer than her waist is scattered on her body, forming a sharp contrast between black, white, and red.

Under the light, the purple eyes of the purple pupils flashed with firelight.

Her face was very calm, but the coldness in her purple eyes made Ximen Bi feel cold on her back.

Ximen Biluo suddenly understood what Zitong was doing-she was doing what Zhou Tong had done to her headband just now.

Looking at the Ximen Biluo under the stage, the purple pupil stepped over Zhou Tong's corpse on the ground, lowered the flame blade in his hand, and approached the tip of the burning knife to Zhou Tong's body on the stage.

Hair burns, hair burns...... The scorching flames completely engulfed Zhou Tong in an instant, burning behind her.

While doing all this, her eyes were always fixed on Simon Biluo.

Zitong knows very well that all this is because of Ximen Biluo, and she wants to let this little white flower see what the consequences will be if she provokes her!

On the stage, the firelight was steaming, and the slender figure stood in front of the firelight, holding a knife in each hand, and the clear cloud flowing cloud blade in his right hand was still dripping with blood.

That delicate girl was like a god of war who came out of the Shura field, strong and cold-blooded.

That night, that man, that knife...... It is deeply imprinted in everyone's mind.

Countless years later, when the people present recall the emotions of that night, they still feel a chill in their hearts.

The purple pupil stepped off the stage, and everyone in the audience immediately automatically spread out to the two wings, splitting a path like flowing water.

She took a step, and with each step, the person in front of her automatically separated.

Until she walked in front of Ximen Biluo, Zhang Yiping took a step back and stepped aside, and Ximen Biluo gritted his teeth and stood in place without moving.

The purple pupil didn't move forward, and took another step forward, the distance between the two people was only one step away, and if she took another step forward, she would bump into Ximen Biluo