All of them were pierced deep into the flesh, even into the bones.

Blood poured out.

Her clothes, which were originally red, were darker and more dazzling under the smudge of blood.

This kind of extreme pain was something she had never experienced before. To a certain extent, Yan Ruomeng is also pampered and has not suffered real hardship.

In the past, when competing in martial arts, everyone would more or less look at her noble face and let her a little. Or, even if you do it, it's just to the point, and you won't really be heavy-handed.

Ziqian Mo is different.

She's not a ruthless demon.

It's just that he will never be soft on the enemy!

"Boom-"

Just when Yan Ruomeng thought that Zi Qianmo's counterattack was over, reality gave her a resounding slap in the face again.

A new and more terrible round of suffering has struck again.

The silver needles that pierced her flesh and bones spun and twisted like drills.

The already scarred body was tortured with blood flowing wildly, and the flesh and blood were blurred.

Yan Ruomeng half-knelt on the ground, raised his head and screamed in pain, hysterical: "Don't! Ahh......h Stop ......"

It's unbearable.

I couldn't help but start begging for mercy.

Zi Qianmo's face was expressionless and unmoved.

Ten fingers are slender, and there are thousands of soul power threads, which are precisely controlled.

That's right.

This "torture" was inflicted on Yan Ruomeng by Zi Qianmo.

Even if Yan Ruomeng has the cultivation of the Great Perfection Realm of the Innate Stage, and his body has been tempered to a certain extent, he can't resist it at all!

"Impossible."

Regarding Yan Ruomeng's begging for mercy, Zi Qianmo only replied with three words.

When Yan Ruomeng heard this, her eyes showed a look of horror.

However, she didn't have time to think about anything more, and a new round of pain came at her intensively.

"Ahhh

The terrible screams echoed on the arena.

Reverberated in the venue.

The audience was horrified!

Everyone was shocked, first of all, they were shocked by Zi Qianmo's strong strength, which could actually abuse the senior sister of the Treasure Pavilion to such an extent within two moves!

Secondly, I was shocked that Zi Qianmo's precise control of soul power could be so fine and accurate to such an unbelievable degree!

"I'm afraid, Ziqian Mo has already reached the Purple Mansion Period."

"Yes, that's right, otherwise it would be impossible to inflict this terrifying suppression on Senior Sister Yan."

"It's terrifying, sixteen-year-old Zifu Period!"

"This is the first person in Beilan Kingdom!"

"Hey, the smoke is lost."

……

On the spectator seats, everyone's attitude has begun to show a one-sided situation.

The other five pavilions have basically seen the results of the game.

The disciples of the Treasure Pavilion had desperate faces, first in disbelief, and then extremely sad.

"Stop!"

The old pavilion master couldn't sit still.

Seeing his granddaughter being abused so badly, he couldn't help but feel a little distressed, and he had to stand up and rush to the arena.

"Master of the Smoke Pavilion, don't be impatient."

An extremely young, fair-skinned and slender, but extremely powerful hand, ghostly, rested on the shoulder of the Smoke Pavilion Master.

It was Mo Yan.

The Smoke Pavilion Lord suddenly felt as if he was shouldering a mountain, and half of his shoulders collapsed. A fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

What a powerful force!