Zhao Xiaoliang's gaze was always indifferent, as if he was not interested in everything, and even he did not have the slightest intention to respond to Song Xiao's words of war. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It is a kind of transcendent gaze, as if everything in the world is illusory, and only oneself is the only reality.

He seemed to be silently telling everyone that his opponent was only himself, and that he didn't care about anyone else.

Who cares about ants underfoot?

This transcendent gaze made everyone present fearful, as if they were afraid of the invincible devil, and did not dare to make a mistake at all.

Song Xiao just looked calm and abnormally calm about this, even if Zhao Xiaoliang in front of him gave him a lot of pressure, he still quickly entered the state.

At this moment, his heart was unusually calm, like a cold pool of still water.

Those whispers in the audience, the promise to my sister, the determination to survive, and all kinds of secret speculations about the research institute...... All kinds of complicated thoughts were left behind at this moment, and they completely dissipated as if they were in the past.

He clenched the sword in his hand, silently feeling the touch of the sword, and a trace of imperceptible essence burst out from the bottom of his eyes.

In the midst of all the attention, Song Xiao shouted angrily, and the force up and down his body stirred up in an instant, quickly climbed to his peak state, and quickly slashed out a sword in the direction of Zhao Xiaoliang.

"Huh."

The gray sword qi quickly struck Zhao Xiaoliang.

However, the attack trajectory of the sword qi was not as everyone expected, but instead rose into the air halfway, with an inexplicable deep meaning.

"Boom."

As soon as everyone's faces changed, the sword qi exploded in an instant above the sky, exploding like a bomb.

Immediately, thousands of subtle cold lights suddenly appeared in the void, and the cold killing intent made everyone in the audience subconsciously shrink their necks.

"Huh."

Thousands of sword qi turned into a rain of rain, tearing through the sky, overwhelmingly killing Zhao Xiaoliang.

"Rain of Swords." Between the roar of the sword qi of heaven and earth, Song Xiao's cold voice came.

The process of Song Xiao's shot can be said to be done in one go, and there is no sense of dragging mud and water at all, but with the fast, accurate, and ruthless practice between the swords.

Obviously, Zhao Xiaoliang invisibly put a lot of pressure on him, and asked him to do his best as soon as he started.

"It has appeared, Song Xiao's specialty super technique ---- the Great Five Elements Sword Codex." Someone under the ring exclaimed.

The children in the research institute all have their own supernatural skills that they have studied for a long time, all of which come from the library of the academy that is rich in classics, and in a sense, the supernatural skills practiced by all the children make up for their lack of supernatural skills to a certain extent.

After all, their Force level is only level ten, and they only have one ability.

In this case, the Dual Ability has a very advantageous advantage, after all, the two abilities can make the difference between victory and defeat in battle.

Therefore, the top 10 that is famous on the leaderboard is undoubtedly not a unique double ability.

However, the Institute, for some unknown purpose, encourages all children to practice paramagic, even as much as possible.

In this case, the advantage of the dual ability is not so obvious, after all, as long as the talent is enough, it can cultivate multiple super arts.

From the side, this also reflects the unfathomable nature of the research institute, and the strength behind it must be extremely strong, otherwise there will not be so many supernatural techniques that are priceless in the outside world and are still chosen by the children to practice.

From beginning to end, Zhao Xiaoliang always floated indifferently at a height of three feet, and his eyes with mysterious silver light never contained the slightest emotion, as if he was overlooking the gods in the world.

When the rain of thousands of swords was approaching, the white robe worn by Zhao Xiaoliang was immediately blown by the sharp qi that broke through the air, and he vaguely felt that he was about to be torn.

It's like when a storm comes, no one is spared.

However, at the critical moment, Zhao Xiaoliang raised his hand lightly and waved it around without hurrying.

In an instant, the silver light filled the entire ring like a vast ocean, and between the buzzing of the space, the power of space surrounded Zhao Xiaoliang like a thousand streams returning to the sea, forming a silver protective shield in an instant, protecting Zhao Xiaoliang.

"Bang bang."

A strange scene happened, like rain hitting plantains, thousands of sword rains poured on the silver shield, making a light sound, but it could only shake the surface of the silver shield.

The silver light on the surface of the shield dispersed with the rain of thousands of swords, like a repetitive rule, which could not be destroyed at all.

Even the surface of the protective shield can't be destroyed, let alone the deeper inside of the protective shield, and even the deepest Zhao Xiaoliang.

The rain of thousands of swords finally stopped, and even Song Xiao's gaze became solemn.

Originally, the crowd who were shocked and speechless because of the rain curtain of the sword woke up in shock, and a sigh came: "No one can hurt Zhao Xiaoliang, he is already invincible when he controls the space." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone fell silent, as if they silently acquiesced to this statement.

Time and space are inherently awe-inspiring.

Just like the power of God, how can mortals overcome it?

Song Xiaoxiao always stood in the crowd without saying a word, looked at Song Xiao with a worried face, and said silently: Brother, even if no one believes that you will win, I always believe that you can create miracles.

She prayed silently, as if she were guarding the hope of a candle flickering in the wind, unwilling to give up.

On the ring, Zhao Xiaoliang waited until the sword rain stopped, and waved his hand directly and easily towards Song Xiao.

"Huh."

The extremely rich silver light spread throughout the entire space, surging towards the unavoidable Song Xiao like a tide, with an extremely terrifying sense of oppression.

"Here we are." Song Xiao's face was extremely solemn.

The entire space instantly contracted, as if it was being held by an invisible giant, and with enough force to squash people, it surged towards Song Xiao from all directions.

At the same time, the air around Song Xiao was slowly disappearing, as if it was being rapidly evacuated by an exhaust fan, which made his heart and lungs twitch.

Immediately, a force that forced him to stiffen invisibly struck, instantly hitting Song Xiao, trying to make him restrained.

This process is done in one go, containing the power of space and three ways to defeat the enemy, and it is used so easily in Zhao Xiaoliang's hands, just like the sigh of the fingertips.

Song Xiao's complexion changed in an instant, and he couldn't move directly.

The power of spatial squeezing enough to crush a person to death, the suffocating vacuum environment, and the stiff force that immobilizes him to move, the three forces are perfectly combined, as if they are activated according to an unmistakable formula, and directly exert the deadliest force.

In the frightened eyes of everyone, Song Xiao was like a dehydrated fish, under the constraints of the power of space, step by step in suffocation and squeezing towards the abyss of death.

From beginning to end, Zhao Xiaoliang's face was still indifferent, and he looked like an understatement.

As if it was just doing something insignificant. (To be continued.) )