Morning Star

Chapter 209 She doesn't want to lose, she can't lose

She was careless and didn't expect something to go wrong at this critical juncture.

Is she really going to lose this competition?

"Why is she distracted at this time?" Chu Furong frowned and said from the audience. Although she looked calm on the surface, she was so anxious that she wanted to go up and help Chu Jiu.

Gao Yashan also looked solemn: "The situation is not good."

"Come on, sister! Let me beat her!" Although Zhuohua's intelligence has not yet fully developed, his cultivation is high after all, and he can see the situation on the stage at a glance.

Mo Xinglan pursed her lips and stared at Chujiu on the stage without saying a word.

Mo Mingjie on the other side saw the situation and shouted happily for Mo Yun: "Xiao Yun, teach her a lesson and make her arrogant."

There were also people around who just wanted to watch the fun and make trouble and said the same thing as Mo Mingjie. There were also people who laughed at Chujiu for not knowing what was good for him and not knowing what was good for him. Why not choose Mo Yun to challenge him?

Chujiu's mind was completely focused on the Lingyun Whip and he could not hear the laughter from the audience at all.

He raised the Lingyun Whip and flew to avoid Mo Yun's sword. Then he exerted force in his hand and swung the whip at Mo Yun who was standing on the ground.

Mo Yun dodged with a leap.

The whip hit the ground, causing it to scream miserably and leaving a whip mark.

Chujiu landed on the ground and swung the whip at the opponent.

Seeing this, Mo Yun dodged while raising his sword to let the whip wrap around it, and then stuck it into the ground with a "clang" sound.

The next moment, he stepped on the whip and slid forward at a fast speed. He turned around and kicked Chujiu in the abdomen.

"Oh!"

Chujiu flew backwards, hit the barrier of the ring, fell to the ground, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The hairband broke into two pieces and fell to the ground, and the dark brown hair spread over her body and the ground like a waterfall.

She relaxed for a moment, supported herself on the ground and sat up, gasping for breath with her head down.

The corners of my mouth curled up slightly. Fortunately, I didn't scream out loud, otherwise it would be so embarrassing. But it really hurts.

Seeing Mo Yun swinging his sword at her without stopping, she was startled and rolled to the side without time to retract the Lingyun Whip, causing Mo Yun to swing in vain.

She stood up quickly, but she was exhausted and her legs were weak, and she almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, she held on to the barrier beside her.

I cursed in my heart, damn it, why is my physical strength so low? I have no strength left after fighting for such a while? It was like this before in the psychedelic forest. But it was not like this when I fought Yu You. Why is it like this again now?

By the way, before going to the secret realm, Black Hearted Monster nursed her back to health. Later, Black Hearted Monster got injured and the matter was delayed.

Tsk, this body is such a burden.

Mo Xinglan below also noticed what happened. He frowned slightly and watched Chujiu on the stage dodging with empty hands and getting injured again and again.

Seeing her like this, Mo Yun was not in a hurry to knock her down, but deliberately let her run away like a cat playing with a mouse.

Finally, Chujiu couldn't run any longer. He held onto the barrier and gasped for breath, but there was a smile on his face, but it was just a mockery: "Is it fun?"

"Huh, where do you get the confidence that you can beat me?" Mo Yun chuckled disdainfully.

Chujiu laughed loudly without any fear: "Haha, then where do you get the confidence to defeat me?"

"You're quite stubborn." Mo Yun didn't care, with a mocking look on his face.

"Wrong." Chujiu looked at her with a half-smile, "My hardest part is not my mouth, but my bones."

"Then I'll break your bones."

"Okay, try it and see how many you can break."

At this time, there was a burst of laughter from the audience.

"Hahaha...Mo Yun, she asked you to break her bones."

"Let her feel the feeling of having her bones broken..."

"Ha ha……"

Chu Furong glanced coldly at the people who shouted the loudest, then glared at Chu Jiu on the stage and said unhappily, "She really dares to say that. I don't usually see her so bold."

"I feel like Xiaojiu is usually pretty timid." Gao Yashan was also anxious, and he subconsciously replied when he heard her say that. But Chu Furong glared at him, and he shut up immediately.

"..."

Mo Xinglan's face was gloomy, and he took note of the people who shouted the loudest. He clenched his hands tightly at his side and looked at Mo Yun on the stage with cold eyes.

He will not let go of anyone who dares to hurt her.

"Oh!"

There was another loud bang and Chujiu hit the barrier again and fell to the ground, with bright red blood constantly spitting out of his mouth.

She did feel a broken bone, but it didn't matter, it was just a broken bone, it was not like she had never broken a bone before.

She tried to stand up, but fell down again and sat on the ground.

The sound of laughter from the audience suddenly came clearly to my ears.

"Hahahaha...you still dare to challenge Mo Yun?"

"You have no self-awareness at all, haha..."

"Come down quickly..."

"Give up..."

"Deserves it..."

"Give up...haha..."

Give up? How can it be?

She doesn't want to lose.

She doesn't want to lose, she can't lose.

She raised her eyes slightly and saw Mo Yun walking towards her with a sword in hand.

Chujiu's eyes became colder and colder, staring blankly at Mo Yun who was walking towards him.

Suddenly endless resentment rose from the depths of my soul.

Why? Why can you practice cultivation?

I can do it, why...

Damn it all, damn it all...

It's you, it's you who killed me...

Why am I the only one who died...

You are the ones who deserve to die, you deserve to die...

You deserve it...

……

The wind blew from somewhere, lifting her messy hair.

A gust of wind blew by, and her whole temperament changed. It seemed that she was filled with resentment and coldness, and anyone who got close to her would fall into it.

Mo Xinglan, who had been watching her from the audience, felt the change in her and frowned with his eyes slightly narrowed.

"Oh? Interesting. There is such a strong resentment in the little girl's body. It's incredible." Liu Yue's interesting voice came to my ears.

"..."Mo Xinglan ignored it and continued to observe Chujiu's changes carefully.

Resentment? Is that from Yuan Chu Jiu?

I just didn't expect that she had such strong resentment.

Mo Yun on the ring also noticed Chujiu's change, and suddenly felt creepy.

He subconsciously wanted to retract the sword, but it was too late.

A snow-white hand tightly grasped the sword, the sharp blade cut the palm, and bright red blood flowed down the sword.

Mo Yun pulled his hand back that was holding the hilt of the sword, but it was of no use.

The next moment, Chujiu raised his eyes, which were filled with hostility, but he was smiling. The smile was twisted and crazy.

The blood on her lips made her skin look even paler, and the messy hair on her face swayed gently in the breeze, making her look like a ghost crawling out of hell to take lives.

Mo Yun was frightened by her appearance and his heart trembled.

Before she could react, Chujiu stood up and leaned forward again, stabbing the blade mercilessly into her left shoulder.

"You..." Mo Yun stepped back in fear.

But Chujiu did not give her a chance to retreat. He grabbed her hand holding the hilt of the sword and pierced his shoulder with the entire blade.

She seemed to feel no pain, with a bloodthirsty smile on her face.

At this moment, the audience was completely silent, with everyone looking shocked.

Is she crazy? Who would stab themselves with someone else's sword during a fight?