In the ring, Zheng Qiu's face was calm, as if he had just done a trivial matter. Above Zheng Qiu, Zhang Shuang hung in the air, his face slightly pale.

Feeling that there was not much spiritual power in his body, Zhang Shuang's heart gradually sank. He didn't expect that his ice dragon didn't let Zheng Qiu move a step, which made him very frustrated. Sighing, Zhang Shuang seemed to have figured out something, his body suddenly loosened, the temperament exuded from his body suddenly became transparent, and the desire for victory in his eyes dissipated, replaced by a powerful fighting spirit.

let go of the obsession with the top ten, just to confirm himself. Previously fought for victory, now for battle.

The spiritual power in the body is no longer retained, and all of it is pouring out. The drizzle, which was still dripping, slowly turned into snowflakes, and a breeze blew through the ring. The strong oppressive force emanated from Zhang Shuang's body, and as soon as the sword momentum came out, the breeze that slowly blew in the ring suddenly became loud, and the wind howled, and it was still increasing.

"Whew!"

Within a breath, a huge whirlwind visible to the naked eye had appeared, and the snow that was constantly falling around it was sucked into it, gradually turning into a white whirlwind.

"Ice Blizzard!"

With Zhang Shuang's loud shout, the standing white whirlwind suddenly had a target and rolled towards Zheng Qiu. The majestic spiritual power emanated from the whirlwind, and the incomparably strong suction pulled everything around it, and the falling snow was constantly sucked into it, if it weren't for a faint light on the ground, the ring floor would have been sucked out directly.

"He's better than me. ”

Ma Guangli muttered. Even if the overflow of spiritual power was blocked by the light mask, everyone could still feel the power of this white whirlwind. I thought that Zhang Shuang was half a pound and eight taels with him, but he was just unlucky for a while, so he lost half a move, but he didn't expect that when he fought against him, he still had some reservations.

Mo Li was also slightly surprised, it seems that in the battle that day, Zhang Shuang chose to lose to himself and hide his strength, just for today's battle.

The huge whirlwind seemed to engulf everything, crushing towards Zheng Qiu. Zhang Shuang, who was empty in the dantian, shook his body and slowly fell to the ring, but his eyes were staring at Zheng Qiu, who was gradually approaching by the whirlwind.

Zheng Qiu raised his eyebrows, but he didn't expect Zhang Shuang to have such a hidden trick. Then his face returned to calm, and he looked at the whirlwind that swept in. The body, which has not moved since taking the stage, has finally taken its first step.

The long hair was lightly raised, and the right foot stepped forward, and a huge oppressive force slowly emanated from the calm body. There was no change in the spirit sword in his hand, and he slashed it lightly.

Zheng Qiu, who was extremely small in comparison, held a small spirit sword in his hand and slashed above the huge whirlwind, such a stark contrast made people suspect that the sword would be destroyed in the next moment. But no one present would think so, and sure enough, the mighty whirlwind suddenly stopped advancing after the spirit sword landed on it, and a force that was not strong but extremely tenacious made it impossible to advance any further.

It seemed that Zheng Qiu, who didn't use the slightest strength, stopped the whirlwind like this, and such a strange scene made the people in Square Hill widen their eyes and be confused.

The mystery can be seen, and there are not many people in the entire square.

Li Ran, who ranked ninth, and Shen Yanming, who ranked eighth, glanced at each other, and their eyes were extremely solemn. Zheng Qiu's hand was revealed, and it was difficult for them to do it.

"Dissipate. ”

Zheng Kun said lightly, the spirit sword in his hand suddenly rose from the bottom up, and the sword light flashed in the middle of the whirlwind, as if nothing had happened. Losing the obstacle of the spirit sword, the whirlwind roared forward again, and saw that it was about to hit Zheng Qiu, but he didn't have the slightest worried expression, and his steps were motionless, standing quietly in place. The whirlwind blew, Zheng Qiu's robe fluttered, and his expression was indifferent.

"Why didn't Zheng Qiu move? Does he want to release water?"

The audience in the square exclaimed, Zheng Qiu didn't seem to have the desire to fight, and quietly faced the attack of the whirlwind.

At this time, the whirlwind that was about to hit Zheng Qiu had already whistled past Zheng Qiu. However, what is shocking is that Zheng Qiu stood still in place, without the slightest scar on his body, and even his clothes were the same as before, intact.

Hit by such a powerful whirlwind, he was unscathed.

Just when everyone was shocked, the whirlwind suddenly headed left and right, and after traveling a short distance, it gradually dissipated in the ring.

If you want to say that the people present feel the deepest, it is naturally Zhang Shuang. Zheng Qiu's every move was under his sight, and he could say with certainty that Zheng Qiu didn't use a single martial art. But if you want to ask Zheng Qiu how to crack his whirlwind, he doesn't know, and because of this, he is even more shocked.

There was no more unwillingness in his heart, and he was convinced. Zhang Shuang hugged Zheng Qiu and directly dodged out of the ring.

"Zhang Shuang, the challenge failed, and the ranking is fixed at twenty. ”

Zheng Qiu sat back on the chair, his face calm, as if he had defeated Zhang Shuang in anticipation. But it is also true, Zheng Qiu didn't seem to spend too much effort, and cracked Zhang Shuang's killing moves one by one.

"Zheng Qiu, I haven't seen you make a move for three years, I didn't expect you to have such strength. ”

Li Ran's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said with a hint of vigilance and a hint of hostility. Not only him, but Shen Yanming also looked at Zheng Qiu coldly.

Zheng Qiu ended the match lightly, and the strength he showed had already made them both feel threatened, and it was not known how much Zheng Qiu had reservations. The two are extremely wary of those who can threaten their rankings.

Seemingly not seeing the hostility in the eyes of the two, Zheng Qiu smiled and shook his head: "It's just Senior Brother Zhang Shuang's mercy." ”

This set of rhetoric did not convince the two, and it did not reduce the vigilance in their hearts in the slightest.

"Mo Li, do you see it?"

Lin Dong exhaled slowly, the scene just now had a great shock to him. There was no strong collision of spiritual power, nor did there be a touching sword and sword shadow, but it made him feel the gap between himself and Zheng Qiu.

Nodding lightly, Mo Li said softly: "Zhang Shuang's whirlwind just now was completely cut in half by Zheng Qiu's powerful spiritual power and superb control of the sword momentum. ”

Lin Dong sighed: "That's right, with this hand, I am no longer his opponent." ”

The most basic thing is the strongest thing. The twenty people on the left and right of the ring are also in congenital perfection, but the spiritual power in their bodies is very different. If there is a slowly flowing stream in Lin Dong's dantian, then Zheng Qiu's body is a surging river, which is far inferior in quality and quantity, and this is the precipitation of time. In this battle, Zheng Qiuzhen really showed what it means to be a heritage.

A cold light flashed in Mo Li's eyes, but even so, it didn't change his attitude towards Zheng Qiu in the slightest.

This did not escape the eyes of Su Yuechan, who had been staring at him, and sighed secretly in her heart.

"The next challenger, Xu Sibai. ”

(There are things in school these two days, so the word count of today's two chapters is a little less, forgive me)