Scold

"court death!"

The victory or defeat was already obvious, but Ziyu actually dared to make a move. At this time, if Mo Yang was tolerant, then he would not be Mu Yun's apprentice!

With a chuckle, the green sword in the Moyang scabbard immediately came out of its orifice, and a line of blood floated along the sky.

Ziyu screamed, and the daggers in both hands fell to the ground again, and in his palm, two blood lines were clearly visible.

"The victory or defeat is already clear, you still make a sneak attack, do you want to die?"

"The victory or defeat is unclear. If you don't kill, you won't count as winning me."

"If it weren't for the rules, you would be a dead body now."

Looking at Ziyu, Mo Yang said indifferently.

This time, Mo Yang obviously had the upper hand, but Ziyu was unwilling to lose, so he shot again. Such a result, even Luofu, has nothing to say.

"Waste, waste, waste!"