On the ring, Zhou Muer had murderous intentions towards Zhao Shihe, and Zhao Shihe felt this clearly.
Zhao Shihe narrowed his eyes slightly, clenched the long sword in his right hand, and put his left hand into a fist behind his back.
Zhou Muer, who had stepped into the Earth Martial Realm, put a lot of pressure on Zhao Shihe. Even at the moment he was locked, he felt cold all over, as if he would die in her hands immediately.
But because of this, Zhao Shihe did not hesitate to start brewing the secret knowledge in the Zhao clan hall.
The game between masters is actually not that fancy. Perhaps just one move is enough to determine the winner.
Zhou Muer was not in a hurry to attack Zhao Shihe immediately, her eyes only revealed a faint murderous intent, and locked onto Zhao Shihe's energy, making it impossible for him to escape from the ring.
"Is this a plan to determine victory or defeat with one move?"
Wang Feng opened his eyes and looked at Wang Feng above, muttering quite speechlessly.
The person who could see the situation between Zhou Muer and Zhao Shihe was not just Wang Feng, many people also noticed.
Of course, it won't waste time to quickly determine the winner, but it will save a lot of appreciation. People who like to watch this kind of arena competition naturally don't want to see this kind of situation.
But no one else can decide or influence how the two people in the ring will confront each other. We can only hope that this move can still be interesting.
Wang Feng cast his gaze on Zhao Shihe.
Obviously, in such a situation, the weak will often initiate the battle.
Regardless of the final victory or defeat, at least judging from the current strength of his cultivation, Zhao Shihe will definitely take the first shot. Zhou Muer's current state is like a cat staring at a mouse, although the murderous intention is still playful.
Perhaps, this is the mentality that a strong person has.
Not to mention, all the people present might not even be considered ants if evaluated by that venerable person.
As expected, Zhao Shihe failed to keep his composure and finally took action.
I saw him lightly swiping the long sword in his hand on his left palm, bringing out a bloodstain and leaving bloodstains on the sword.
The spiritual energy around his body began to circulate rapidly, and under the tug of the blood-stained sword, several huge spiritual wind swords were formed in a blink of an eye. The only thing the sword pointed at was Zhou Mu'er opposite.
"Ice Waves Sky!"
When Zhao Shihe shouted these four words viciously, several huge spiritual wind swords, driven by the tide of spiritual energy, quickly stabbed Zhou Muer.
Not only that, his body actually disappeared in the powerful spiritual energy and disappeared.
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 huge spiritual wind swords. The disappearing body was the most frightening thing.
"I see!"
Wang Feng, who had been staring at Zhao Shihe, murmured again.
"Ding! Copying successful!"
"Ice Wave Heaven: Heaven-level martial arts, consumes a large amount of spiritual energy to form a spiritual sword, and uses the waves of spiritual energy to hide the killing power of the body."
Wang Feng never expected that by focusing on Zhao Shihe, the Emperor's Divine Eye would recreate his complete "Ice Wave Sky".
The moment he acquired this heaven-level martial arts, the Emperor's Divine Eyes immediately gave him a solution, which made him suddenly realize it.
"It seems that the Zhao clan is going to be completely extinct!" He would not have any pity for Zhao Shihe, only a deeper indifference.
His eyes fell on Zhou Muer. Just as Wang Feng thought, she didn't panic at all.
"Fancy martial arts moves will not only waste a lot of your spiritual energy, but they will not give you even a single point of victory!"
A crisp voice came out of Zhou Muer's mouth without any trace of nervousness.
Seeing that the huge spiritual wind sword under the wave of spiritual energy was about to pierce her body, it suddenly stopped in the air. A layer of extremely light black spiritual energy appeared next to Zhou Muer, making it impossible for the spiritual wind sword to advance even an inch.
"I've also accepted your spiritual energy!"
The spiritual wind sword, which could not penetrate the black spiritual energy, gradually disintegrated on the black spiritual energy when it moved forward again, turning into little spiritual energy that was quickly absorbed by Zhou Muer.
"Asshole..."
Seeing that all the spiritual energy contained in the spiritual wind sword was about to be absorbed by Zhou Muer, Zhao Shihe's figure suddenly appeared behind her, and the sword in his hand erupted with three sword lights, covering his whole body.
The icy waves in the sky only obscured Zhao Shihe's figure.
Knowing that it was impossible to break through Zhou Muer's defense with such a superficial move, he prepared the Three Talents Sword Technique in his hand while disappearing.
"Huh! You really overestimate your capabilities!"
Zhou Muer didn't even look back, letting Zhao Shihe's sword light stab at her.
Zhao Shihe was very confident in his attack, and when he saw her being so confident, he was naturally even more happy.
But when the sword light came into contact with the black spiritual energy around Zhou Muer, Zhao Shihe's pupils shrank instantly.
"How...how is this possible!?"
Together with his sword light and the spiritual energy in it, they were also disintegrated and absorbed by Zhou Muer's black spiritual energy, and the long sword body that penetrated turned into bits of debris and scattered to the ground.
Not to mention Zhao Shihe who was very close at hand, everyone looking at the ring at this moment had dull expressions.
Before Zhao Shihe let go of the hilt of the sword and stepped back, Zhou Muer waved her right hand lightly, and the black aura instantly expanded, covering Zhao Shihe's body.
"Save me..."
"don't want…"
The first cry was Zhao Shihe's last cry, his face full of horror.
The second call came from Zhao Jing, the head of the Zhao clan's ancestral hall, under the ring. This was his last son.
But Zhou Muer obviously would not be affected in any way. Zhao Shihe, shrouded in black spiritual energy, did not struggle for a moment except for the last two words he shouted, and quickly disappeared into thin air.
People who saw this scene were stunned.
If Zhao Shihe's methods were ruthless, Zhou Muer's performance was such that he didn't even leave a corpse behind, which completely shocked the entire audience.
"I give up the ring competition!"
"I give up too!"
"And me!"
The last three practitioners who did not appear on the stage spoke almost immediately, fearing that if they spoke a second too late, Zhou Muer would kill them all below the ring.
But Zhou Muer, who had just easily killed Zhao Shihe, looked extremely calm and stood there motionless.
"What is she doing?"
Qing Huan's eyes were also full of panic, fearing that this woman would hurt Wang Feng next to him again.
"Zhou Mu'er's condition is a bit abnormal. It seems that the spiritual energy fluctuates greatly." The elder said with a frown.
Wang Feng, who had been sitting there, stood up with a solemn expression. He stared at Zhou Muer on the ring and uttered four words.