The Merry Evil Emperor of Another World

Chapter 71 The End of the Competition (1)
Silence, deadly silence.

I'm afraid that an embroidery needle fell on the ground at this time, and everyone can hear it!

There are two hands on the hilts of the two swords with purple light, one pair of hands with thick calluses because they have held the sword for a long time, and the person who owns these hands is naturally a person who practiced sword hard. Smiling proudly, yes, when he had already let his three companions rush towards Chu Mo, he relied on his family's footwork to approach Chu Mo slowly with a sneak attack.

Unexpectedly, Chu Mo released a spell at will and knocked down his three companions, but he didn't have the slightest intention of retreating. After years of blood and fire tests, he was already very calm, so calm that even his When his companion died in front of him, he would not take another breath, he was waiting, he was waiting for Chu Mo to relax, when the white smoke dissipated, he saw Chu Mo pointing at the three fainted people When he was a companion, he knew that the time he had been waiting for had come.

He even felt the sound of the sharp blade piercing through the muscles when his sharp sword pierced Chu Mo's back. He was very excited, yes, he was very excited, because his excitement made him forget One thing, if a person exposes his weakness to the other party so easily, then what does that person think, not to mention that that person can knock down three swordsmen of the same strength with just a single spell? The strength to pour without killing.

Not killing is often harder to control than killing.

It's a pity that he didn't think about it that much now, so he also didn't notice the flash of killing intent in Chu Mo's eyes.

The sword was approaching. When the two long swords were about to pierce into Chu Mo's body, everyone in the audience gasped. They watched the sword pierce into Chu Mo's body slowly. They were all still, and the two long swords stabbed into Chu Mo's body silently.

At this time, Zixuan couldn't help but started to cry. Shui Ling gently covered the little girl's eyes with her hands. She didn't want her sister to see such a cruel scene. Nianyan was praying to the benevolent God of Light Ovid prayed, hoping that Chu Mo's dead soul could ascend to heaven as soon as possible, Yaqin just sighed softly, holding Zixuan's jade hand tightly with both hands, only Ling Qi looked suspiciously at the field, her His eyes were fixed on the situation on the field, as if he was afraid of missing any details.

In the arena, seeing that Chu Mo had been pierced by two swords, the noble boy had already started cheering, and the skinny mage and the tiger-headed swordsman beside him also laughed happily at this time. They were still very happy. Afraid of Chu Mo's power, now that Chu Mo is dead, he instantly feels how wonderful it is to be alive.

(End of this chapter)