Female Match Counterattack: Goddess of Special Forces

Chapter 214
His cultivation base is obviously higher than him, but it is still so difficult for him to fight against him.

Qian Shanyue's eyes darkened, and the sword in her hand turned into three water swords, stabbing towards Mo Zhuochen.

Mo Zhuochen moved slightly and dodged away, but the three water swords followed him firmly.

His clothes fluttered, and the white robe flickered. With a wave of the ice sword in his hand, the three sword shadows were split apart.

However, just after being split, the three water swords turned into countless tiny swords.

Mo Zhuochen's body was immediately enveloped by those small transparent water swords exuding bitter sword energy.

There was no panic on his handsome face, his phoenix eyes were slightly narrowed, and a blood-red charm flashed inside.

There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, he was handsome, indifferent, and confused.

The ice sword in his hand was swung more intensively, and the ice blue light sandwiched snowflakes.

Those tiny water swords were rolled up and turned into pieces of ice.

At this time, Qian Shanyue came to him with a figure like a ghost, and swung a sword wildly.

Mo Zhuochen's handsome face, as light as a cold moon, did not change a single bit, and a cold light flashed across his phoenix eyes.

His ice sword greeted him with a bit of biting cold air.

"Kacha—" With a sound, Qian Shanyue's sword broke.

A trace of astonishment flashed in Qian Shanyue's eyes, but in a flash, a dagger appeared in his left hand.

The broken sword in his right hand was still touching Mo Zhuochen's ice, his figure swayed slightly, and the dagger in his left hand stabbed straight at Mo Zhuochen's chest.

Mo Zhuochen didn't investigate for a while, and never thought that Qian Shanyue would take out the short sword to attack when the sword was broken.

He frowned slightly, and moved his body slightly.

However, Qian Shanyue's cultivation at this time is already one level higher than him.

"Stab—" With a sound, the Taoist robe on his body was cut.

Faintly, traces of bloodstains could be seen.

Seeing that trace of blood, the burning flames in Qian Shanyue's eyes became even more intense.

His dagger continued to poke forward.

Completely forgot, this is just a martial arts big-ratio.

It was scratched a little bit, Mo Zhuochen tapped his footsteps lightly, and flew down the competition platform.

There was a look of indifference on his handsome face, and he no longer entangled with him!

Only at this time did Qian Shanyue realize that everyone was staring at him dumbfounded.

It seemed that he did something shameful.

Because, just now when Mo Zhuochen fought, the surroundings of the competition stage were covered with ice and snow.

At this time, his face was full of hot and dry, and the breeze was blowing, and with the surrounding crushed ice, all the cold air was blowing over him, and he was startled! !

What did he... just do? ?

He was there just now, after the sneak attack, he continued to attack Mo Zhuochen.

How could this be? ?

Qian Shanyue suddenly felt a headache, just now, it seemed that he saw blood, and he felt that way.

"Thousands... Qianshan Yuesheng!"

After a long while, Xiao Dao, who was recording the game, spoke nonchalantly while standing aside.

There was an uproar in the crowd.

"Hey... what do you mean, Senior Brother Qian wins! There is no rule that you cannot use two swords!"

The wind was clear, but he cursed loudly.

(End of this chapter)