One of Zhou Xuming's natural skills is like being possessed by a cloud bear. The sturdy arms immediately turned into a bear wall that ravaged the clouds, and the slender lower body also turned into bear legs because of this natural skill. The entire phantom armor disappeared, and the muscles that exploded made He Qian on the other side of the ring a little frightened.

However, He Qian soon returned to her normal state, and the Soul Bird Spirit released stood on He Qian's shoulders smartly. The light yellow Liuxian skirt swayed in the air, and the spirit of the bird was different from other spirit spirits, and other spirit spirit did not move after appearing in a certain place.

The spirit of the fowl will sometimes rest on the master's body, and sometimes fly around. But even so, in the battle, the Pact Spirit was still just an unconscious Pact Spirit, and it looked like a phantom in front of everyone's eyes.

Zhou Xuming moved! He walked in the ring with his stout body, and even though his bulky body didn't slow him down. On the contrary, there is not much difference in speed with Zhang Siyu, who has a speed advantage.

He Qian didn't panic when she looked at Zhou Xuming, who had become taller and stronger, don't forget that she was an eighth-order spirit and she wasn't weak! What's more, she also has the natural skill "Slide", although she can't skate far, but she can still get out of a certain distance.

The two people on the field can't, it should be said that there is no auxiliary skill similar to Wang Qiang's "death mark". Therefore, the competition between these two people is their usual experience and strength.

He Qian slid backwards for some distance to avoid Zhou Xuming being able to catch up with her quickly. At the same time, her horror screaming skills are also ready.

Zhou Xuming saw He Qian's lips open. Knowing that she was ready to unleash that headache skill. Zhou Xuming didn't panic, his spiritual power filled his body, and he immediately accelerated towards He Qian. Wanted to interrupt He Qian's skills.

Because he knew that He Qian's skills had a weakness, that is, she couldn't move when she performed a scream of horror. If it moves, the skill will disappear, and it is a continuous skill. That is, as long as the spiritual power is endless, then she can continue to exert it.

"Ah-" Zhou Xuming was a step late, and He Qian's voice had already come out. This skill is a directed skill. That is, it can be cast directly on the opponent, and once it hits, it is stunned or sluggish.

But whether it is dizzy or sluggish, it is not up to He Qian to decide. If the strength is a little stronger. Then it will be vertigo, but there will also be a little bit of resistance. If the strength is about the same, or even lower than He Qian, it will be sluggish. It's like the whole soul has been drained out.

Zhou Xuming is still one level higher than He Qian. No matter how the strength of the late stage of the spirit master is, he will have more means than He Qian, who only has the strength of the middle stage of the spirit master.

Zhou Xuming stood one meter in front of He Qian, and felt that his whole head was dizzy, and there seemed to be a lot of small stars in front of him, and even He Qian's figure was a little blurry, feeling like he had transformed into a lot of He Qian, which made him feel like he wanted to vomit.

He Qian saw that Zhou Xuming was only in a state of vertigo, so she didn't dare to shut up and stop this skill. She already knew Zhou Xuming's strength, so she had to control Zhou Xuming first. At the same time, he is preparing for the "Horror Feather".

All of a sudden, the frightened bird kept circling around He Qian. At the same time, a lot of spiritual power was condensed behind him, and he turned into a feathered flying needle.

Everyone watched the scene under the ring, calculating what they would do if they faced He Qian? And Zhang Siyu knew that there would be no danger to his life in this ring, but when he saw Zhou Xuming being made like this by He Qian, he still felt a little uncomfortable.

She asked Xiang Youguo, "Guoguo, do you think Zhou Xuming will win?" The tone was even a little uncomfortable.

Youguo seemed to be surprised by Zhang Siyu's tone, could it be that Zhang Siyu opened up? Or did he gradually reassure Zhou Xuming?

Thinking about it like this, he didn't want to answer Zhang Siyu's question directly, but said with a straight face: "Siyu, you are not worried about He Qian?" He Qian is also our good friend, what a best friend. Do you want Zhou Xuming to win? ”

In fact, the situation on the scene is that He Qian has a great advantage, but when she hears Youguo's answer, it doesn't seem to be the case! However, Zhang Siyu was teased by Youguo like this, and immediately blushed, "No!" I'm looking to see if there will be any changes, who will worry about Zhou Xuming! I wish he had been beaten to a pig's head. ”

"Really?" Youguo raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhang Siyu, and then said, "Then it is estimated that it will really be beaten into a pig's head." ”

"Huh?" Zhang Siyu exclaimed in surprise and muttered in a low voice, "I was beaten into a pig's head by Vice President Wei, isn't it ugly to be beaten into a pig's head?" That's still not going to be him. ”

Youguo heard Zhang Siyu's whisper, snickered, and looked at the ring intently. I also secretly thought in my heart that if Zhou Xuming and He Qian were of equal strength, maybe He Qian might still be able to win. After all, neither of them had the potential to challenge the high-level and win, and He Qian's attack power was too insufficient.

In the ring, He Qian's feather flying needles had all been formed, and she shouted softly, "Go!" The feather flying needles turned into hundreds of spiritual powers all hit Zhou Xuming's body.

From a distance, Zhou Xuming really looks like a feathered hedgehog! However, at this moment, He Qian's face was also a little pale, after all, the skill of screaming was too much spiritual power, and Zhou Xuming's strength was stronger than her, so the spiritual power she released was much more than the spiritual power of the lowest skill.

Coupled with such a continuous output and such a feathering flying needle, the not strong spiritual power in her body is almost half a spiritual vein.

Zhou Xuming, who was tied into a hedgehog, raised his head suddenly, and his eyes actually turned the same gray as the eyes of the Cloud Stepping Beast. The tingling sensation woke him up, and he seemed to have gotten used to the dizziness.

He tried to take a small step, a little shaky, but not like he couldn't move just now. He was happy in his heart, although his possession skill was also continuous, the consumption of this skill was smaller than He Qian's skill.

But after all, he was hit by two skills, and his spiritual power at this moment was only much better than He Qian's, and he still had about four-fifths of the spiritual power of the spiritual vein.

No matter! If you don't rush, you're sure to lose. Zhou Xuming stabilized his mind! After a few more steps, I got used to it.

And He Qian looked at Zhou Xuming, she couldn't even embarrass her with screams, she immediately chose to give up screaming. Immediately "sliding" towards the rear again. Zhou Xuming felt that there was no restraint from screaming, and he immediately became more flexible.

He lunged forward, no less than he had glided. (To be continued.) )