Emperor of Pills and Martial Arts

The ninth knife!    

When the last blade appeared, Wu Zeyang's expression instantly froze.    

He really did not expect the other party to still have one more blade left. Top's mouth was gaping as if he had seen a ghost.    

At this time, he had already activated all of the Spiritual Energy and poured it into the sword-net, just enough to withstand the attacks of the eight daggers, and was barely able to maintain this delicate balance.    

And now, the ninth blade would be able to instantly break this balance.    

Under Wu Zeyang's shocked and stunned gaze, Tang Xiaodao smiled as he held his ninth blade and stabbed forward. In the end, he broke the balance and pierced through the sword-net weaved by the golden light.    

"Rumble!"    

sword-net exploded, creating a sound of thunder from the ninth heaven.    

Suddenly, terrifying energy fluctuations exploded from the scene. Like an angry sea, it swept out in all directions, causing the nearby trees and plants to be swept up into the air. Smoke and dust covered the sun, as if it was the end of the world.    

The energy shockwave rippled outwards, creating a storm of Spiritual Energy, enveloping the two of them within.    

Tang Xiaodao's first eight blades had already been struck and blown away, scattering in all directions. Some of them pierced into the tree trunks, while others landed on the ground.    

At the same time, Wu Zeyang's Long sword was pushed out of his hands by the waves. It drew a long arc in the air and inserted itself into the grass, right up to the sword hilt.    

When the Long sword left his hands, Wu Zeyang's empty hands did not have a blade, and his face was pale because he had consumed a lot of energy. Facing Tang Xiaodao's ninth blade, he already felt somewhat helpless, and could only retreat backwards at a fast speed.    

However, Tang Xiaodao's speed was even faster, especially with the support of the tornado around him, he was like a cool breeze, instantly approaching Wu Zeyang, and thrusting out with the dagger, he pointed it at the other party's neck.    

Wu Zeyang turned pale with fright, his palm suddenly struck out, summoning a golden palm image, like a fan, it struck towards Tang Xiaodao's face.    

The corner of Tang Xiaodao's mouth curled up as the long blade in his hand chopped down. A blade light suddenly appeared, and with a 'chi la' sound, it cut the illusory palm image in half, as if it was a piece of white paper.    

Following that, under Wu Zeyang's horrified gaze, the knife in Tang Xiaodao's hand moved forward and instantly landed on his neck, spitting out a stream of fresh blood.    

"You lost!"    

Tang Xiaodao stood in front of Wu Zeyang quietly, with the small blade placed on the other party's neck. Tang Xiaodao did not go any further, nor did he retreat as the tip of the blade blocked the wound on the other party's neck.    

Fresh blood slowly flowed down from the small blade's body, dripping down from Tang Xiaodao's right hand that was holding the blade and onto the ground.    

Feeling the chill on his neck, Wu Zeyang didn't dare make the slightest movement and could only stand there in a daze. His heart was filled with extreme fear, afraid that Tang Xiaodao would accidentally insert all of the small knives into his neck.    

Looking at the two figures facing each other and the small knife in their hands, the onlookers were shocked beyond belief as they cried out in alarm.    

"Victory!? Tang Xiaodao actually won!? "    

"Yeah, I never thought that Wu Zeyang would still lose after using his Xuan Level and Swordsmanship!"    

"I have to say, this genius Young Master is truly tyrannical. His understanding of Wind Attribute and Spiritual Energy has reached the pinnacle, to the point that he could actually control nine small blades at once."    

"Indeed, with nine throwing knife, not to mention the peak of the Yi Gan, I'm afraid that even those who have just entered the Air Control would feel that it is a little tricky to deal with them."    

"Chu Mo, Tang Xiaodao, these two guys, each is stronger than the other. This year's Freshmen is truly excessively strong!"    

"From what they said just now, it seems like these two fellows have even established a force called Chu Sect. Sis, you're quite ambitious!"    

"However, his strength is indeed worthy of this ambition, and right now, he can be considered to have trampled over the old faction's Tung Wu, and the Chu Sect will definitely become famous in the Star Academy."    

"Pitiful ah, it's not good for Wu Zeyang to provoke anyone, but to provoke these two evil stars of the Chu Sect, his luck is really bad!"    

Hearing the discussions of the crowd, Wu Zeyang's face became more and more gloomy, until water was almost flowing out.    

At the same time that he was feeling depressed and helpless, Wu Zeyang was extremely regretful in his heart ? regretting offending the Chu Sect, regretting offending Chu Mo and Tang Xiaodao, and regretting even more having listened to Dongfang Xinghai's slanderous words.    

However, it was too late to regret it now!