Unexpectedly, Dream Weaver's right hand was raised.

The phantom flower bell in his hand shook slightly.

Ding dong......

A crisp bell rang.

The petals that were still flying beside her began to gather in her palm.

Zhu'an stood by the mirror lake, looking at Weaving Dream's wandering gaze in amazement, as if she had suddenly found a target, and her gaze fell on Zixin on her right.

Why?

Weaving Dreams, who has lost her five senses, can still react in the face of danger?

Have you regained your five senses?

Soon, he found out that he was wrong, Weaving Dream was not prepared to defend, she really couldn't see anything, she even took a step towards the line knife, and almost hit the line knife directly, she didn't want to block Wu Ya's attack at all, she was just about to start attacking.

The petals in her palm suddenly attacked straight towards Zixin on her right hand, and the flying flowers converged, like a huge flower blade.

Wu Ya hurriedly controlled Zi Xin to retreat, but it was too late, and the attack that was originally planned by them was disrupted by Weaving Dream's sudden attack.

Zhu'an was puzzled, attacking the puppet was ineffective, and Zhimeng knew that the target of the attack was still Zixin?

After a blow to the flower blade, it broke out and flew back to Weaving Dreams, Zixin suddenly fell to the ground, and Wuya on the side once again gave up and continued to attack Weaving Dreams, and pounced again, blocking in front of Zixin.

Everyone thought that it was Weaving Dream that knocked down Zi Xin, but Zhu An could see it clearly, Weaving Dream's petals did not hit Zi Xin, and directly cut the line of Wu Ya's control of Zi Xin, and Zi Xin, who lost control, could no longer stand unsteadily, and fell to the ground in defeat.

With such a fall, the black robe that Zixin had been wearing was taken away by the broken thread on his wrist in the chaos, revealing a leg with only Sen Sen's bones, and the mutilated skin, which was extremely ugly.

It's a bad puppet that hasn't done it yet!

It is a defective product.

The uproar and ridicule in the audience, as well as the shocked and surprised gaze, were like sharp knives stabbing Wu Ya into the heart.

Wu Ya hurriedly rushed over to re-cover Zixin's robe, and she screamed bitterly and angrily: "No! No! You can't look at my Zixin!"

However, Weaving Dream did not stop after a wave of attacks, and once again took a step in Zixin's direction, controlling Feihua to prepare to launch a second attack.

The target is still Zixin, who has lost control.

Wu Ya hurriedly flipped her fingers to recall the thin thread, and slashed wildly towards Weaving Dreams, blocking Weaving Dreams from approaching.

The thin line directly cut through Weaving Dream's shoulder, and under the torn clothes, there was a red and swollen blood mark,

Soon blood beads came to seep in.

However, Weaving Dream didn't seem to notice, didn't even look at it, still didn't feel pain, or continued to control the flying flower attack, not caring about the thin line in Wu Ya's hand as a whip, and launched two or three waves of attacks against the thin line, and even directly destroyed the thin line in Wu Ya's hand again on the way to attack.

At this time, Weaving Dream, there is no unnecessary waste of the use of internal force, and she doesn't even use internal force to form a flower shield defense, and she has a lot of blood marks drawn out of her body, but she doesn't care at all, she only thinks about attacking, as if she is more like a puppet who kills people without blinking an eye than Zixin.

Wu Ya had no line in her hand, so she had to desperately protect Zixin with her body, and only then did she feel fear and burst into tears in a panic.

"Don't hurt Zixin, please don't hurt him! I lost! I lost! I admit defeat! Please stop!"

Although she cried so much that it was distressing, Weaving Dream couldn't hear any sound at all, and still walked towards Zixin step by step.

The target of her attack is still only Zixin, and she seems to want to completely destroy Zixin before she is willing to stop.

Wuya pounced on Zixin, and her back was cut by Flying Flower in order to help her puppet block the attack, and her clothes became tattered, but she still didn't get out of the way.

But despite all his desperate efforts, he couldn't block all the attacks, and there were still petals that bypassed her and attacked Zixin directly, his robe was scratched, and his mutilated body was exposed again.

Although the golem's bones no longer bleed and did not feel pain, they were beaten into a pile of crumble and turned into powder.

Wuya was scared and frightened by this, she didn't care that she was hurt, but she couldn't stand Zixin like this, as if every attack hit her heart.

Wu Ya begged in tears in pain, the usual style had long since collapsed.

"I'm throwing in the towel!

"Please, what do you want me to do to let Zixin go? Please!"

"I'll kowtow to you and admit your mistakes, please! Stop! Don't hit him again!"

Wu Ya said, and really jumped to the feet of Weaving Dream and knelt down directly, slamming her head on the ground.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong before, I was wrong! I can do anything, I admit defeat! Please let Zixin go!"

Weaving Dream couldn't hear or see what was happening at all, she just walked forward with empty eyes, past Wu Ya, like a terrible ghost asking for her life, and the flying flowers in her hand kept hitting Zixin.

Wu Ya knelt on the ground and grabbed the corner of Weaving Dream's clothes, and begged again: "Is this my life? I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you! As long as you can spare Zixin, okay? If you want me, I'll give it to you!"

Such a crippled bad puppet

The puppet was more important than her life.

Wuya wept, the tattoos on her face looked ruined, and she went to the ground with trembling hands to pick up a broken Yasi, which was long enough to slit her throat.

She took the thread and looked back at the lifeless puppet, pounced over again and leaned over to Zixin's side, kissed the corner of his mouth with great love and determination, and picked up the thread to pay for her life to Weaving Dreams.

In the light of the calcium carbide fire, a long sword flew over and nailed her hand to the ground, Wuya screamed in pain, and couldn't move a bit.

I don't know when I came to the competition platform, Zhu An put down his hand, flew in front of Weaving Dreams, and stopped in front of Weaving Dreams.

"Dream weaving!"

Weaving Dream's eyes were hollow, he couldn't see him at all, he was still walking forward indifferently, the attacks in his hands were non-stop, and he drove the true qi to control the petals directly, and the two true qi collided in countless petals, and instantly exploded into a cloud of tiny powder in mid-air, blocking this wave of attacks for the two people behind him.

"Wake up from Weaving Dreams!"

Weaving Dream gathered his qi and transformed to prepare to attack again, and Zhu'an directly blocked in front of them, Wu Ya lay on the ground and covered her pierced palm, her eyes widened, and her vision was blurred by tears again.

Her opponent actually saved her?

Weaving Dreams has only one target, but there is no limit to the range of her attack, just like anyone who stands in her way to kill, they all have to die.

The flower blade she condensed flew straight towards Zhu'an, but Zhu'an didn't move, and didn't defend himself, as if he wanted to let this flower blade stab at him.

Streamer stood by the mirror lake and covered his eyes, he couldn't look at it, what's wrong with Sister Weaving Dream? Why do you even have to beat the master? What the hell is going on......

However, the two people on the competition stage seemed to have been cut off from the outside world, and Zhu'an's eyes were as warm as spring, just looking at Weaving Dream so intently, and his voice was gentle like winter snow about to melt in spring.

It was as if they were not in some bloody match, but in the afternoon chatter.

"Weaving dreams, I've always wanted to try and call you a dream. ”

"There's a saying that I always want to tell you. Although you can't hear it at all now, maybe it's because you can't hear it that I can tell you. ”

Zhu An stretched out his hand and calmly stretched out his hand to Weaving Dream with the sharp flower blade, not caring at all that his arm was cut by the petals, oozing red blood, just like the wisp of bright red on Weaving Dream's lips.

He smiled, unconcerned about the wounds.

The hand seemed to have passed through many obstacles, and it went up against the flow of flowers, and fell gently on the top of her head.

"Amm. Maybe the road ahead is clear, but I hope to move forward with you. ”