Xiao Yan frowned, why are you looking at me? It's not like I'm fighting you, Xiao Yan directly glared back.
I'm afraid that you are not Xiao Xue's opponent now. If Xiao Xue uses all his abilities, except for not using Erha, even the King of Fighters may not be able to take advantage of Xiao Xue. You just choose the strongest one.
If it's not you who is unlucky, who else could be unlucky? This is called stealing the chicken but losing the rice.
Wu Zhen held the Wuji stick in his hand and his eyes were sharp. He looked at Xiao Xue again. It seemed that all the illusions just now were created by Xiao Xue.
Everyone in the audience was dumbfounded. He was so inseparable from the fifteenth best player on the list, so his failure seemed to be doomed from the moment he came on stage.
Among the twenty-two people who had fought with Xiao Xue, most of them were not only amazed, but also felt like they had been deceived. Unexpectedly, they looked quiet on the outside but were so deep in mind. These people could only sigh helplessly.
Take it as a lesson for yourself to be fooled.
Wu Zhen quickly turned the Wuji stick in his hand, forming a huge vortex with an aura that absorbed everything.
Xiao Xue's figure seemed to be absorbed by something, and her feet moved slowly.
Anyone who has seen the fighting skills displayed by Wu Zhen will naturally exclaim.
"That's Wu Zhen's most powerful fighting skill. I heard it's an advanced Xuan-level fighting skill that can be exchanged for a thousand fire energy points, the invincible whirlpool!"
"I heard that he relied on this fighting skill to secure the fifteenth place. Many people who challenged him were defeated by this move."
"It seems that Xiao Xue will be in trouble this time."
Listening to the discussion in the audience, Hu Jia frowned, with a look of worry on his face.
It was like a huge whirlpool suddenly appeared in the river, swallowing everything around it, and the branches in the distance were abruptly broken.
As the hurricane roared by, Xiao Xue inserted the Frost Sword into the ring, and a transparent ice wall appeared in front of Xiao Xue.
Seeing this, Wu Zhen increased the intensity of his swing, and the whistling wind made a "rustling" sound in Xiao Xue's ears. A branch of the branch passed across Xiao Xue's face, and a trace of blood was splashed into the air.
Xiao Xue made a slight sound "Ah" in pain, and the ice wall seemed to be crumbling in the huge whirlpool of void waves.
Xiao Xue gently touched her cheek with her right hand, and a trace of blood was clearly visible between her two fingers.
Xiao Xue's eyes suddenly turned blood red, and a red light shot straight through the ice wall, passed through the center of the huge whirlpool, and finally entered Wu Zhen's eyes.
At that moment, Wu Zhen stopped what he was doing, with just a little hesitation.
The power of the vortex weakened a lot in an instant, and what followed was a deep dragon roar that hit Wu Zhen's brain with thick sound waves.
The people in the audience could not clearly see what was happening because of the huge whirlpool on the stage, but now they found that Wu Zhen seemed to be frozen and stopped what he was doing.
Although it was very short, lasting only ten seconds, it was enough for Xiao Xue.
A giant sword shadow fell from the sky and hit directly where Wu Zhen was standing.
Wu Zhengang realized that in order to continue the fighting skills just now, his fighting energy had been consumed a lot, and now he was facing the giant sword falling from the sky.
Under the strong suppression, Wu Zhen was unable to break free, and his feet seemed to be stuck in the quagmire. Wu Zhen looked down and saw that his feet were sealed by Xiao Xue.
Looking up at the giant sword that was about to fall, Wu Zhen raised the Wuji stick in his hand and used up the last of his fighting spirit. A phantom formed by the light yellow fighting spirit Wuji stick rushed forward to meet the giant sword.
As a loud "bang" was heard, dust filled the arena, and the people in the audience stared at this sudden scene in stunned silence.
Many people showed incredible expressions, and even rubbed their eyes to see clearly what just happened on the stage?
Xiao Xun'er whispered in Xiao Yan's ear: "Brother Xiao Yan, why did sister Xue'er's eyes turn red for a moment just now?"
Hu Jia didn't understand either. He was like a chicken eating rice, his head was pounding.
Xiao Yan shook his head and looked at the stage: "I don't know either. I know about Long Yin. As for why the little sister's eyes turned red, I don't know."
Xiao Yan thought to himself: This girl has more and more secrets now. Is it a good thing or a bad thing?
As the dust on the ring dispersed, Wu Zhen and Xiao Xue stood on their own sides, seemingly fine.
The two slowly turned around and looked at each other. The Wuji stick in Wu Zhen's hand fell to the ground with a clang, a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, and his body was unsteady.
Half-kneeling on the ground, Wu Zhen wiped the remaining blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at Xiao Xue with a look of reluctance.
After a long while, Wu Zhen uttered a few words: "I lost."
Xiao Xue didn't change much in her expression, or in other words, in her inner emotions.
Just taking back the frost sword, I felt like a fairy. A breeze blew, my dress danced with the wind, and the white hairband simply tied in my hair fluttered gently.
If it weren't for the shallow scar on her cheek, she wouldn't have known that Xiao Xue had just experienced a battle.
Wu Zhen stretched out his right hand, and the fire crystal card was stuck in the palm of his hand. Xiao Xue was not polite, and a light blue fighting spirit sucked the fire crystal card in Wu Zhen's hand into his own hand.
After deducting 500 ignition energy value, it was returned to Wu Zhen.
The game ended on its own. At the same time, there was a healing elixir returned to Wu Zhen's hand. Wu Zhen put away the fire crystal card, stood up slowly while holding his chest, and saluted: "Thank you."
Xiao Xue waved her hand as a kind of reply, and Wu Zhen walked down the stage dejectedly, without the arrogant or confident aura that he had at the beginning.
The crowd automatically separated and Wu Zhen quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.
Xiao Xue looked much better, and those who hesitated about Xiao Xue lowered their heads and admitted their shortcomings.
The sky was getting dark, and Xiao Xue, who had not stopped fighting after a day, just relied on willpower to hold on.
Although the last game was won, the consumption also reached the extreme.
The melon-eating crowd knew that Xiao Xue's strength was real, so they dispersed one after another.
Xiao Xue, who has always been strong, returned to her room after several ups and downs.
Hu Jia wanted to visit but was stopped by Xiao Yan.
"My little sister is probably over-consumed right now. She needs to rest, so we shouldn't disturb her."
Xiao Yan knew that his sister was not just a coquettish girl. She had a strong heart, which was no worse than his own.
Hu Jia looked at Xiao Xue's figure and listened to Xiao Yan's words, but she had no choice but to give up.
Panmen's events today are once again reported, especially Xiao Xue defeated Wu Zhen who was ranked fifteenth on the strong list and replaced Wu Zhen as the fifteenth. This performance of strength made those who still don't give up on Panmen