In the ring, Zhou Muer had a killing intent against Zhao Shihe, and Zhao Shihe also felt this very clearly.

Zhao Shihe's eyes narrowed slightly, his right hand clenched the long sword, and his left hand was placed in a fist behind him.

Zhou Mu'er, who stepped into the Earth Martial Realm, brought a lot of pressure to Zhao Shihe, and even the moment he was locked, he felt that he was cold, and it seemed that he would die at her hands immediately.

But because of this, Zhao Shihe did not hesitate to begin to brew the mastery in the Zhao clan.

In fact, there are not so many fancy games between masters, maybe just one move is enough to distinguish the winner from the loser.

Zhou Mu'er was not in a hurry to make a move at Zhao Shihe immediately, her eyes only faintly revealed murderous aura, and locked Zhao Shihe's qi, making it impossible for him to escape from the ring.

"Is this going to be a trick to decide whether you win or lose?"

opened his eyes and looked at Wang Feng above, and muttered quite speechlessly.

The people who can see the state between Zhou Muer and Zhao Shihe are not only Wang Feng, but many people have seen their eyebrows.

Quickly separating the winner is not a waste of time, but it does require a lot of appreciation. People who like to watch this kind of ring match naturally don't want to see this kind of situation.

But how the two people in the ring will face each other is not something that others can decide and influence, and I can only hope that this move can still be seen.

Wang Feng set his eyes on Zhao Shihe.

Obviously, in such a situation, it is often the weak who fight.

No matter what the final outcome is, at least judging from the current cultivation strength, Zhao Shihe will inevitably take the lead. Zhou Mu'er's current state is like a cat staring at a mouse, although the murderous intention is not lost.

Perhaps, this is the mentality that only a strong person can have.

Not to mention, everyone present, if you let that Venerable evaluate it, you may not even be an ant.

Zhao Shihe really couldn't calm down, and finally made a move.

I saw that the long sword in his hand was lightly slashed across his left palm, bringing out a blood stain, and also leaving a blood stain on the sword.

The aura around his body was running rapidly, and he was pulled by the bloodstained long sword, and in the blink of an eye, several huge spiritual wind long swords were formed. The only thing that Jian Feng was pointing at was Zhou Mu'er on the other side.

"Icy Waves!"

When Zhao Shihe drank these four words viciously, several huge spiritual wind swords, driven by the tide of aura, quickly stabbed at Zhou Mu'er.

Not only that, but his body actually disappeared in the powerful aura, and disappeared without a trace.

When they saw this scene, the people under the ring were all shocked.

Everyone knew very well that Zhao Shihe's killing move was definitely not the several huge spiritual wind swords. The body that disappears is the most palpitating place.

"It turns out... And so!"

Wang Feng, who had been staring at Zhao Shihe, muttered in a low voice.

"Ding!

"Ice Wave Waves: Heaven-level martial arts, consume a lot of spiritual energy to form a spiritual sword, and with the help of the waves of spiritual energy, hide the ontological killing potential. ”

Wang Feng didn't expect that concentrating on Zhao Shihe's body would let the Emperor Divine Pupil reproduce his complete "Ice Waves".

At the moment when he obtained this type of heaven-level martial art, the Emperor Venerable Divine Pupil also immediately gave a way to crack it, which made him suddenly realize.

"It seems that the Zhao clan is going to be completely extinct!" He didn't have any pity for Zhao Shihe, only deeper indifference.

Her eyes fell on Zhou Mu'er's body, just as Wang Feng thought, she was not panicked at all.

"The bells and whistles of martial arts moves, in addition to wasting a lot of your aura, can't let you have even a star win rate!"

The crisp voice spit out in Zhou Mu'er's mouth, without a trace of nervousness.

Seeing that the huge spiritual wind sword under the wave of spiritual energy was about to stab her body, it suddenly stopped in the air. An extremely light layer of black aura appeared beside Zhou Mu'er, making it impossible for the Spirit Wind Sword to advance an inch.

"I also accepted your aura!"

The Spirit Wind Sword, which could not penetrate the black aura, gradually disintegrated on top of the black aura when it moved forward again, turning into a little aura and being quickly absorbed by Zhou Mu'er.

"Bastard..."

Seeing that all the aura with the Spirit Wind Long Sword was about to be absorbed by Zhou Mu'er, Zhao Shihe's figure suddenly appeared behind her, and the long sword in her hand burst out with three sword rays, enveloping her body.

The icy waves only hid Zhao Shihe's figure.

Knowing that it was impossible to break through Zhou Mu'er's defensive position with such a move on the surface, he brewed the Sancai Sword Technique in his hand while disappearing.

"Hmph!

Zhou Mu'er didn't even look back, letting Zhao Shihe's sword stab at her.

Zhao Shihe was very confident in his blow, and when he saw her so big, he was naturally more happy.

But when the sword came into contact with the layer of black aura beside Zhou Mu'er, Zhao Shihe's pupils instantly shrank.

"It's... How is that possible!?"

Together with his sword and the aura in it, it was also disintegrated and absorbed by Zhou Mu'er's black aura, but the body of the long sword that pierced it turned into a little debris and spilled to the ground.

Not to mention Zhao Shihe, who was close at hand, all the people looking at the ring at this moment had dull expressions.

Without waiting for Zhao Shihe to let go of the hilt of his sword and step back, Zhou Mu'er waved his right hand slightly, and that layer of black aura instantly swelled out, enveloping Zhao Shihe's body in it.

"Help me..."

"Don't..."

The first was Zhao Shihe's last shout, his face full of horror.

The second sound was shouted by Zhao Jing, the hall master of the Zhao clan under the ring, this was his last son.

But Zhou Mu'er obviously won't be affected in any way, Zhao Shihe, who was shrouded in black aura, except for the two words shouted at the end, didn't struggle for a while, and quickly disappeared.

The people who saw this scene were dumbfounded.

If Zhao Shihe's methods are ruthless, Zhou Muer's performance did not even leave a corpse, which completely shocked the audience.

"I'm giving up the ring!"

"I'll give up too!"

"And me!"

The last three practitioners who did not appear on the stage spoke almost immediately, for fear that if they were a second late, Zhou Mu'er would destroy all of them under the ring.

And Zhou Mu'er, who had just easily killed Zhao Shihe, looked extremely plain and stood there motionless.

"What is she doing?"

Qinghuan's eyes were also full of horror, afraid that this woman would hurt Wang Feng beside him again.

Zhou Mu'er's state was a little abnormal, as if the aura fluctuated a lot. The Great Elder said with a frown.

Wang Feng, who had been sitting there, stood up with a solemn face, he stared at Zhou Mu'er in the ring, and spit out four words.

"She's breaking through!"