Zitong did not explain. At this time, explanation was futile. No one would believe that she saw the imprint on Yan Hui.
"Zitong, I want to kill you!"
Yan Hui quickly put on his clothes, covered his body, lifted his right hand, and had held the snow blade, rushed to the purple pupil, and the purple pupil raised his knife.
"Zitong." The voice of the dean sounded no emotion, "Surprove your knife!"
Zitong turned his face, looked at him, looked at him at his eyes, and Zitong saw the contempt of contempt from his eyes.
Zitong saw the meaning of his eyes, and immediately concluded in his heart that the person who used the creature print was him. He was intentional. He knew her secret and deliberately mistaken her to enter the game.
He was determined that as long as she surrendered the clear clouds, she would die under the sword of Yan Hui.
If she doesn't make it, he can execute her as a thief.
Sure enough, poisonous meter.
Zitong smiled, raised his hand, and threw the knife in his hand.
With a sound, the blade was pierced into the stone field of the trial platform. Looking at this scene, there was a shocking sound.
It is indeed the first Qingfeng Liuyun Blade of the college, and it is so sharp.
Yan Hui looked at her without a knife, smiled coldly, and waved to her again. The two girls fought in the trial.
At this time, this matter has been transformed into a private grievances of the two, and Zitong and Yan Hui have been unsuitable. This is what everyone knows in the college. Therefore, she tears a section, and everyone doesn't feel too strange.
Very fast.
Especially some male disciples, full of eyes full of eyes, and even grateful to purple pupils in their hearts.
Now, watching the two of them, everyone is an expression of optimistic drama. If you want to see these two, who can win.
The disciples such as Shen Feng and Ye He frowned.
Zitong has no knife, and her strength will naturally be greatly reduced. Can she still fight back?!
Seeing that Yan Hui waved a knife, Zitong deliberately sold a flaw. Yan Hui was counting. As soon as he entered the sword, he had to stab her chest. The purple pupil rolled on the ground.
In this sword, she was very hard. She wanted to get the purple pupils, and half of the knife stabbed to the stone surface.
The corner of the purple pupil lips was light, and her right hand slipped. Yan Hui only felt a pain in her chest. The robe that Macebon gave her her body was once again opened by the purple pupil.
Just opened a big mouth, Yan Hui leaned his body again. The two little white rabbits immediately broke out and appeared in front of everyone.
Yan Hui twisted his wrist, sliding knife.
The snow blade cut the stone and cut the waist of the purple pupil.
Zitong raised his hand, and even used his right hand to block her knife.
Of course, she didn't really have to use a knife. In her hands, she also held a small knife. She was not just the knife of the Qingfeng Liuyun Blade.
Block the snow blade with a surgery knife, and the purple pupil followed the power of the knife.
"Sister's figure is really good, today you are not blessed!"
"Go to death!"
Yan Hui pulled a robe to cover the exposed chest, and the silver teeth had to be bitten and scolded. She waved her hand and chopped to the purple pupil.
On the knife, the golden light is large.
In this sword, Yan Hui also used his best.
The blade fell, Zitong waved to meet, and the fingertips were also a masterpiece.