As Chen Jing's voice fell, the black long whip in her hand suddenly emitted a faint white smoke, and the cold aura spread in an instant. But in the blink of an eye, the long black whip was covered with a thin layer of frost.

This is a medium-grade spiritual weapon, the Blazing Whip.

The weapon was accumulated, and Chen Jing was on tiptoe, and rushed towards the person.

Mo Tianyue stood motionless, only staring at the long whip that exuded a chilling bone.

Seeing that there was no movement, Chen Jing sneered and said coldly,

"First whip! Break your mouth!"

The sound fell, raised his hand, and a whip was drawn towards the person, and the cold long whip was like a black dragon shooting directly at the target.

A strong whip wind swept all around, and the cold and biting wind whipped the air whirring.

Everyone in Chiyang Kingdom saw that Chen Jing attacked his face, and they all glared angrily.

Although the rules of the competition do not explicitly state that you cannot use a weapon to attack your face, in such a national stage, if you use a weapon, everyone knows to avoid your face.

There is no such unwritten rule in domestic competitions, after all, no matter how much you insult it, it is the people of your own country, and you can't hurt the face of the country.

But the international stage, the nature is different.

A silent slap in the face that others have nothing to say, but a substantive slap in the face, that is, a blatant slap in the face of the country.

Like the first day of the preliminary competition, Taichu Academy was so arrogant, no one ever moved the opponent's face, because they all knew this reason.

"This Chen Jing is really arrogant! Do you really think she is a big dark horse?"

"Let her be arrogant! If she really hits Mo Tianyue's face, Lao Tzu won't be a human being if she doesn't rip off her face after the game!"

Everyone was angry, but they still hoped that Mo Tianyue could dodge.

As a result, seeing that people didn't move, many people couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

If this is really smoked on the face, the flesh will have to die in several layers.

Everyone in Taichu Academy watched a good show.

"You say, can she hide?"

"You can hide a hair! I can't stand steadily, how can I hide? Even if I can hide once, can I hide the second and third times? You may not know what kind of person Chen Jing is, but she is the kind of person who will not give up until she reaches her goal, since she attacked her face, she must have to whip her face to stop, this Mo Qianyue is sure to be whipped in the face this time. ”

"Not to mention the bad face, although Chen Jing's whip is only a medium-grade spiritual weapon, its main material is iron soaked in the cold pool for hundreds of years, and it is full of extremely cold power, which has to hit the face, and the meat does not know how many layers will be glued off, and when the time comes, what we see may be a monster with no flesh on the face. ”

"Hahaha, that's the best, I've seen that her face is not pleasing to the eye, and I'll ruin how arrogant she is!"

Shangguan Li stared without blinking, and there was a faint expectation in his eyes.

The chubby girl also clenched her fists excitedly and shouted in a low voice: "Hurry! Hurry!"

Before the Chinese characters could be spoken, her voice stopped abruptly, and she looked at the stage with wide eyes and shock.

On the stage,

Mo Tianyue looked at the long whip that was coming quickly, her eyes narrowed, and when the cold long whip was approaching, she raised her hand and firmly grasped the long whip in her hand.

The chilling chill spread rapidly from the palm of his hand to his whole body.

But in the blink of an eye, her hands were covered with a thin layer of frost.

She gritted her teeth, and her ghost stepped out, pulling the whip in her hand with all her might.

Chen Jing didn't expect that Mo Tianyue would choose to catch her whip, let alone that she would catch it.

You know, you know, the speed of her whip can almost be described as lightning.

My prince is coquettish again