Ximen Biluo was only worried that if something happened to Zi Tong on the martial arts stage, she would have no way to explain it when Beichen came back. After all, Zhou Tong was from her Ximen family.
Unexpectedly, Zitong not only refused to give her face, but was also so unreasonable. Ximen Biluo, who had always pretended to be a pretty girl, couldn't help but feel angry at this moment.
Zi Tong smiled evilly, "Senior Sister, I will definitely keep your kindness in mind. When my Beichen comes back, I will definitely tell him how kind-hearted you are!"
"Anyway, I've said everything I should say. If you insist on going your own way, there's nothing I can do about it!" Ximen Biluo naturally heard that she was speaking sarcastically, and immediately turned around and winked at Zhou Tong.
Coming this time, Ximen Biluo had already thought of this possibility. Since the matter had reached this point, he simply killed Zi Tong.
Zhou Tong saw her look and immediately understood. He flew onto the stage in a flash and shouted to Zi Tong in the audience, "Zi Tong, what are you waiting for?!"
"Coming!" Zi Tong's feet paused on the spot, and his body flew up. He stepped lightly on Ximen Biluo's shoulder with his toes, and he flew through the air and landed opposite Zhou Tong on the martial arts stage.
Ximen Biluo was just an astromancer, and there was no warning. He was just stepped on by her. An obvious shoe print appeared on the shoulder of the snow-white dress, and his body was shaken by her step.
"Junior sister Ximen, are you okay?!" Chen Yiping was busy holding her arm.
"I'm fine!" Ximen Biluo straightened up and his eyes fell on Zi Tong, who was already cold.
Zi Tong, don't be complacent, today is the day you die!
Zhou Tong turned around and stared at the purple pupils falling in front of her. She slowly raised her hands. A flash of light flashed between her empty hands, and a giant blade appeared in her hands.
That knife was really big. It was as long as a person tall and more than a foot wide at its widest point. The blade was jet black with bright red fire patterns on it. The handle was made of an unknown material and was as crystal clear as ruby.
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Zhou Tong gently retracted his hands and held the sword upright on his body. A flash of light flashed in his eyes. Silver light overflowed from the giant blade and instantly enveloped the entire blade. It looked like a bolt of lightning in Zhou Tong's hand.
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"Zitong, it's too late for you to admit defeat now!" Zhou Tong's tone was domineering and arrogant as he clenched the flame sword with both hands.
Zi Tong raised her lips, "If you are afraid, we don't have to compete!"
Just trying to scare her with a knife, do these girls think she is scared?!
"This one is the flaming sword?"
"The flaming sword, one of the top ten weapons of the Star Hall?"
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There was immediately a murmur of surprise in the audience.
"Ha--" Zhou Tong laughed out loud, "If you want to die, I will grant it to you!"
As soon as the word "you" was spoken, her figure had disappeared.
Seeing the giant blade striking Zi Tong like a ray of silver lightning, several of Zi Tong's attendants and many new students showed worried looks in their eyes.
The flaming sword, one of the ten major weapons of the Star Hall, is actually in Zhou Tong's hands. It is like adding more power to a tiger. Zi Tong is much weaker than her in strength. I am afraid this battle will be lost, right?
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Ximen Biluo stood in the audience, watching Zhou Tong rush towards Zi Tong, the corners of his lips just raised up coldly.
It seems that everything will be over soon.
In the flash of lightning, Zhou Tong's figure had already arrived in front of Zi Tong.