"It's not fair! You have the ability, you threw away the sword, and fight me fairly! ”

Yan Ruomeng is not a fool, she knows that the sword in Ziqian Mo's hand is not an ordinary sword.

It's the sword spirit.

Or rather, the machine spirit.

The butterfly jasper knife left by her grandmother is also magical. However, the machine is weak, taking on the shape of a butterfly, and cannot even be transformed into a knife shape.

Ziqian Mo is different.

The machine spirit can be directly transformed into the appearance of a sword, and the lethality is huge, and it is not ordinary at first glance, which is enviable.

It can't go on like this.

If Zi Qianmo is allowed to take this instrument spirit and kill all sides in the Hero Tower Trial, then this first place must be hers, where does she still have her own share?

Be sure to kill Zi Qianmo!

"Okay." Regarding Yan Ruomeng's request, Zi Qianmo agreed without hesitation and abandoned the sword on the spot.

Isn't this woman going to be fair?

Then give her justice!

Let her lose convincingly!

Yan Ruomeng secretly rejoiced in his heart, and said; "Refreshing! Let's get started! ”

His own cultivation is a realm higher than that of the other party.

He is in the Great Perfection Realm of the Congenital Period, and Ziqian Mo is in the Upper Realm of the Innate Period.

Ziqian Mo is just a little strange.

The opposite move of the blow just now, Yan Ruomeng came to such a conclusion.

However, in the life and death of a master, it is not enough to have strange powers. Yan Ruomeng is confident that he can "kill" Zi Qianmo.

Yan Ruomeng began to call himself.

She didn't even give her opponent time to react, and she couldn't wait to attack.

The cold water aura formed a suspended waterfall in front of him, and then, countless water spirit flying blades flew out of the waterfall and rushed towards Zi Qianmo.

Ziqian Mo didn't hide.

Straight head-to-head.

What she has is an incomparably powerful body. Originating from the Kunlun Ten Thousand Demon Mountain in the Heavenly Realm, it is not at all imaginable in the world.

She was lightning fast, and her figure was almost all that remained.

is almost to a certain level, even if there are many water spirit flying blades in Yan Ruomeng, there are dozens, hundreds, or even thousands, no one of them can touch her body!

Not even a drop of water can touch it.

"You-"

Yan Ruomeng never thought that after his smug move attack went out, what he got was such a result, "What are you hiding?" Don't run if you have the ability! ”

Zi Qianmo sneered in his heart.

Now, she can see the woman Yan Ruomeng clearly.

If you can't beat you, you will say that you have a sword in your hand, which is unfair, and if you have the ability, you will abandon the sword;

If I can't beat you, I will say that you are hiding everywhere, which is unfair, and don't run if you have the ability.

What's the difference between this vexatious mess?

Even if it's a child, it's not so sloppy.

What to do?

What else can I do, convince her!

The next moment, Zi Qianmo's right hand was condensed into a palm, and the aura in his palm was dense, like a floating cloud.

Floating cloud hands.

It slapped heavily on the back of Yan Ruomeng's shoulder!

This blow can be said to be very ruthless, without a trace of mercy.

The four words of pity and pity for jade do not exist at all in Ziqian Mo's dictionary!

There was a crisp "click".

The back of the shoulder blade of Yan Ruomeng was shattered.

It is an out-of-body fracture.

A part of the broken bones directly pierced the flesh and exposed to the air, and the blood flowed wildly.

"Ahh

Yan Ruomeng half-squatted down, covered his injured shoulder with one hand, wanted to touch it, but didn't dare to really touch it, he was in pain and let out a miserable scream.

It's a soul, but the pain is real.