The sharp lancet smoothly cut through the delicate flesh and pierced the internal organs under the skin, and blood immediately spurted out from the wound.
Zi Tong retracted the scalpel, stepped back, and swung the knife again.
The Qingyun Liuyun blade was brilliant, and it slashed hard at Zhou Tong's waist, severing the skin and cutting off the spine.
Zhou Tong cut off Beichen's hair tie, so she wanted her to taste the feeling of cutting it in half.
Zhou Tong's body suddenly split into two parts, and he fell to the ground with a muffled sound. The flower-like girl had been chopped into two pieces at the waist. With a clang, the flaming sword fell from his hand and fell to the ground.
Everyone was stunned.
Speaking of the disciples of the Hall of Stars, killing people is not new to them, but they have seen murderers, but they have never seen such murderous people.
In everyone's astonishment, Zi Tong had already walked over and put away the scalpel in her left hand. She bent down and picked up the flaming sword from the ground, and fiercely injected her own force into the blade. The blade was about to collapse due to the loss of force support.
The dissipated flames instantly evaporated.
"Zitong, you...what are you going to do?!"
In the audience, Ximen Biluo's face turned pale.
It was clear that Zhou Tong was about to die, but she still wanted to cut Zhou Tong in two with a knife. What would she do now?!
Zi Tong raised her cold little face and stared at Ximen Biluo in the audience. She raised her blood-stained foot and stepped heavily on Zhou Tong's face. She followed the way she twisted her hairband just now and twisted it twice hard.
foot.
The white clothes on the girl in front of her had already been dyed bright red by blood, and her hair, which was longer than her waist, was scattered around her body. The black, white and red formed a sharp contrast.
Under the light, the purple eyes flashed with fire.
Her face was very calm, but the coldness in her purple eyes made Ximen Bi Lao feel a chill down her back.
Ximen Biluo suddenly understood what Zi Tong was doing - she was doing what Zhou Tong did to her hairband just now.
Looking at Ximen Biluo in the audience, Zi Tong stepped over Zhou Tong's body on the ground, lowered the flaming sword in his hand, and brought the burning tip close to Zhou Tong's body on the stage.
Her hair caught fire, her hair caught fire... The scorching flames completely engulfed Zhou Tong in an instant, burning fiercely behind her.
While doing all this, her eyes were always fixed on Ximen Biluo.
Zi Tong knew very well that all this happened because of Ximen Biluo, and she wanted to show this little white flower what the consequences would be if she provoked her!
On the martial arts stage, the fire was steaming, and the slender figure stood in front of the fire, holding a knife in each hand, and the Qingyun Liuyun Blade in the right hand was still dripping with blood.
That delicate girl was like the God of War who came out of Shura Field, strong and cold-blooded.
That night, that person, that knife... are deeply imprinted in everyone's mind.
Countless years later, when people present recall the emotions of that night, they will still feel chills in their hearts.
Zi Tong jumped off the martial arts stage, and everyone in the audience immediately spread out to the two wings, forming a path like flowing water.
She took a step, and with every step she took, the people in front of her would automatically separate.
Until she walked in front of Ximen Biluo, Chen Yiping took a step back and stepped aside. Ximen Biluo gritted his teeth and stood there without moving.
Zi Tong didn't move forward, but took another step forward. The distance between the two people was only one step away. If she took another step forward, she would bump into Ximen Biluo...