As soon as he started, Zhang Zhao turned around and prepared to walk to the edge of the ring, so as to give more space to the two players who were about to compete.

But what no one expected was that just when he turned around and didn't take a step, a strong wind suddenly blew behind him, and then he felt a powerful shock wave coming.

This shock wave hit Zhang Zhao's back, did not cause him any damage, but made him feel very surprised, this time he looked back, only to find that at the moment when he just shouted, this Zhang Gao from Cloud City instantly attacked, relying on the supersonic wind system light skill, instantly rushed towards Feng Xueshuang.

But the latter reacted extremely quickly, and the moment he felt the wind rising, he almost subconsciously laid a wall of ice in front of him, blocking this quick punch.

With a "bang", the ice wall shattered, the ice crystals scattered all over the ground, and the two started a fierce hand-to-hand fight. One wind and one ice, now it will be a point, whether it is freezing everything, or the wind urging everything, it must not take long to get an accurate answer.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Zhao couldn't help laughing, these two people are really competitive, and they don't want to give each other a chance at all.

"Phantom Eight Punches. ”

The two sides fought fiercely for about two minutes, and this Zhang Gao suddenly shouted angrily, and his fists burst out with fiery red light, and a set of punches came out.

The first punch, the second punch, the third punch.

Eight punches, each punch was unmistakably hit the same part of Wind's chest, and with each punch, he took a step back, a full eight steps back.

"Ahem!"

Zhang Gao seemed to be extremely confident in his phantom eight punches, and after punching eight punches, he did not continue to attack, but turned to look at the audience, raised his right fist, and showed excitement on his face.

The audience in the audience also cheered, but looking at the wind and snow, he first stood unsteadily, then coughed up a little blood, and it took a while to stabilize his body.

But instead of being defeated, he grabbed the void with both hands, and began to swing it as if he were holding a long stick.

"Boom!"

With a muffled sound, the wind, snow and frost fixed the invisible long stick on the ground, and at that moment, a silvery-white, two-meter-long spear appeared in his hand out of thin air.

Feeling the abnormal movement behind him, Zhang Gao also regained his vigilance. I saw Feng Xueshuang kick the barrel of the gun and then hold it with both hands, and swiped the blade from the bottom to the top, and saw a cold current rushing towards Zhang Gao like a meteor catching the moon, when this cold current hit him, many ice spikes appeared on the ground around Zhang Gao's feet, and many cold ice even spread to his legs, trapping him in place.

"Huhuhuhu"

Fengxueshuang continued to play with the spear, the blade cut through the void, the whistling sound kept coming, and finally pointed forward, and shouted angrily, "The gun is like a dragon", and instantly saw a cold current burst out from the blade of the gun, transforming into a ten-meter-long ice dragon, and pounced towards Zhang Gao with a bloody mouth.

Seeing this ice dragon, Zhang Gao was covered in a cold sweat, desperately struggling to escape from here, but the ice under his feet seemed to grow on him, and he couldn't break free no matter what.

He felt a hint of death, the power of this ice dragon was not something he could resist with his physical body.

In a hurry, Zhang Gao looked at Zhang Zhao next to him with a worried face.

After sensing Zhang Gao's gaze for help, Zhang Zhao blocked behind Zhang Gao in an instant, facing this ice dragon that seemed to be able to engulf everything, he stretched out one hand, and the dazzling blue light flashed out, laying a true qi barrier in front of him.

"Whew......"

With a dragon groan, the ice dragon slammed into Zhang Zhao's true qi barrier and immediately turned into nothingness. Zhang Zhao also took the credit, looked at the wind and snow frost with doubts on his face, and said lightly: "You have already won." ”

Hearing this, Fengxueshuang also calmed down, he nodded silently, and then walked out of the ring.

Judging from Zhang Zhao's observation of Zhang Gao, he felt that if Zhang Gao used all his strength, it should not be difficult to block that move. And he also sensed that this wind and snow frost was already the end of the crossbow, as long as he made this move, then he would definitely lose.

But the crux of the problem is that this Zhang Gao doesn't believe in himself, so he takes the initiative to ask the referee to come and help, which is tantamount to admitting defeat in advance.

"I invite the next two players to the stage. ”

As soon as he announced this, he heard a wave of shouts from the audience, and Zhang Zhao was stunned.

Walking from the back of the sea of people was a woman in the flower season, she was tall and beautiful, but for some reason, there was a trace of pain between her eyebrows.

She is the person Zhang Zhao once dreamed of meeting, and she is also the one who never dreamed of coming to participate in the competition now.

"Wu Xiaomin, Wu Xiaomin, Wu Xiaomin. ”

Under the ring, more than tens of thousands of people were shouting this name in unison, she was Wu Xiaomin, who had a past life with Zhang Zhao, and could not tell the whole story.

Wu Xiaomin changed her past demeanor, the gentleness of the past was long gone, replaced by a look of indifference, she walked into the ring, stared at Zhang Zhao, that look, as if she had never known him, and finally clasped her fists with both hands, as a salute, retreated to the side of the ring, waiting for her opponent to come up.

Although Zhang Zhao was confused, it was not difficult for him to guess why Wu Xiaomin came over to participate in the competition. In that battle of Kunlun, her father Wu Xiaotian resolutely stayed behind to block the three hall masters of the Golden Eagle Sect in order to protect more people.

Since then, Zhang Zhao has regarded all the people of the Wu family as his relatives, and from time to time he will send people to comfort and take care of him, but Wu Xiaomin does not appreciate it at all, and has always regarded him as an enemy, thinking that it was him who led to a series of bad things behind this.

Today, no one thought that the weak woman who only knew how to read and write would become the most dazzling star in this herringbone group.

Using his spiritual sense to detect, Zhang Zhao noticed that Wu Xiaomin at this time had entered the eighth level of strength in the Grandmaster Realm, and he was considered the top in the herringbone group.

It seems that this family gene is indeed very powerful, her father is a god emperor who stands up to the sky, she stepped into the path of a martial artist, and she can also cultivate to a point that surprises everyone in a very short period of time.

Contrary to when Wu Xiaomin came on stage, when the contestants came this time, the audience in the audience made an extremely disdainful voice, and some even scolded, and the farther he went, the more frequent this spitting became.

Feeling the atmosphere of this scene, Zhang Zhao couldn't help but look at the male player.

He is not very old, maybe only about eighteen or nineteen years old, and he is also clear-eyed, not a man, but a little like a woman.