Empty?

What about daggers? What about knives? Where did it go?

"What ......"

The young man had an ominous premonition and just wanted to retreat, but the spiritual power around him suddenly became viscous, and his speed suddenly slowed down, and at the same time, he heard an indifferent voice coming.

"Spirit, Entanglement, Forbidden!"

This is...... Tier Imprison Spell!

One last thought crossed his mind, and the next moment, he fell into darkness.

A cold light swept by, and blood flashed.

"Idiot, I've told you to be careful~" Zhimo raised his hand to catch the flying dagger and snorted lightly.

He actually has a faster means of attack, do you really think that he will only carry two knives to go up and slash indiscriminately? He's not stupid!

Brother Yunlan is good at using poison and hidden weapons, don't you understand?

What are the principles of Zhimo?

Fast! Vicious! Permit!

Speed is what he is best at, and under the spirit weapon dagger with the "broken" word combination array attached, the young man's defense is not enough, and the only thing that makes him feel a little troublesome is that the other party is too slippery.

However, after disturbing the opponent's mood and restricting the opponent's movement with spells unexpectedly, everything is not a problem!

"I forgot about ...... too" Xiaoshu stroked her forehead, every time she saw Zhimo fighting, she carried a double knife to slash, she forgot that he was also a serious monk.

The monk is already good at imperial objects, so what is it to manipulate it in the air? The monk is already good at spells, so what is it if there are only a few spells?

Relatively speaking, those swordsmanship, formation techniques, sword techniques or something are really difficult things!

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Zhimo passed the seventh round without any problems.

Luo Mingxiao was still a little embarrassed under Zhimo's suggestion, but in the end he narrowly won.

The guy who has been yin with the ink a few times has finally been successfully yin by the ink...... Don't be too cool to borrow a knife to kill someone!

Although he didn't really die, looking at the other party's gray face and almost climbing off the ring, Zhimo was still in a good mood!

After the referee announced the promotion, Young Master Luo quickly stepped down from the stage and disappeared without a trace, and did not come back until more than an hour later, when the eighth round was almost over.

"Xiaomo, you said, at that time, Luo Qingyun didn't dare to enter the city because his clothes were dirty and torn, and he was afraid of being recognized and losing face, right?"

Looking at Luo Mingxiao, who had changed his clothes, dressed up clean and fresh, and almost didn't shine, Xiaoshu suddenly remembered the things when he first met him.

Thinking about it, it is indeed possible, after all, when Luo Mingxiao robbed, he said that as long as he looked good-looking, he later came to Fang City, and went to rob other people's stores with his face covered......

"Hmm." Zhimo answered, he knew it a long time ago, but he couldn't understand it.

If you don't dress yourself up like a flower, you won't dare to see people, Young Master Luo, I'm afraid there's something wrong, right?!

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After the seventh round of the competition, there were only four people left to advance, Zhimo, Luo Mingxiao, a late stage of the elixir and a ...... The early stage of the Spirit!

In order to let the contestants have a good state, there is an hour's rest time after each round of the two days.

In the seventh round, Zhimo was the first to play, and by the end of the seventh round, an hour had passed, and with an interval of one hour, there was a two-hour break, and at the beginning of the eighth round, Zhimo's condition had recovered to its best.

When the array flag of the draw was lit up, the spar token in Zhimo's hand also glowed with a faint light, and on the other side, it was the same color as the jade plate in Zhimo's hand......

Luo Mingxiao!