Zhao Xin walked out of the crowd and came to the front of everyone.

"I'll do it. ”

His whisper, in the quiet of the night, was so clear and powerful that it resounded in everyone's heart.

At this time, in the dark night, a distant star suddenly lit up.

"Who is this?"

Someone asked.

"He is Zhao Xin, the first place in this year's Outer Gate Competition, and he is ......"

Someone in the crowd wanted to tell Zhao Xin's name and origin, but was interrupted by a cold voice.

"Zhao Xin was born in a mundane place, and he was just a waste in the past. ”

In the corner, Huang Yan looked disdainful.

"Alas. ”

There was a slight sigh and people were disappointed.

Ming Heng, who was the first in the outer gate, was defeated, and the inner gate Tianjiao Wuman was also defeated, can he Zhao Xin go against the sky?

The immortal man shook his head and sighed.

"You are very strong, but this Taishan is stronger, the king's physique despises all talents, it is a supreme existence, you will die, retreat,"

Ming Heng's face was pale, and he was not lightly injured, stopping Zhao Xin's footsteps.

"It's okay, I'm sure. ”

Zhao Xin smiled and said confidently.

As soon as the words fell, he crossed Ming Heng, raised his toes and continued to walk forward, every time he landed, he tried to avoid flowers, and tried to step on the soil, but the loose trousers that hung down would always wipe the tender petals, so that the petals fell, and when he came to a distance of about ten zhang from Mount Tai, his feet seemed to be filled with the fragrance of thousands of flowers, and he stopped.

Looking at Zhao Xin who walked by, the people of Xianmen did not stop him again, maybe they chose to believe it, or they chose to persuade each other to no avail, so they chose to watch coldly.

The eyes of everyone in the field fell on Zhao Xin's figure, and every time they took a step forward, their hearts seemed to beat with it.

Zhao Xin looked up at the starry sky in the dark night, the bright silver moon, then looked at the attic not far away, and finally put his eyes on Taishan's body.

"Ignorant one, know that I have the blood of the Golden King's body flowing in me, and that a lowly ant like you has the courage to stand up and challenge me!?"

Mount Tai was indispensable, pointing his sword at Zhao Xin.

Everyone in the crowd was shocked when they heard it, and the king's physique was like a mountain for them, which could only be looked up to, and it was out of reach for a lifetime!

They didn't dare to keep a glimmer of hope for Zhao Xin to win, and at the same time, they were glad that it was not themselves who stepped forward.

"The real strength is always only one's own strength, bloodline, status, and talent are all false!"

Zhao Xin pretended to be plain, talked about the big truth, and talked about the cannon or something, and the Zu'an people were never afraid.

"It's ridiculous!"

Tarzan sneered, and the momentum surged, and the golden sword in his hand would fall at any time.

Zhao Xin's expression was very calm, his eyes were very clear, he just stood quietly, he stretched out his fingers, and a little light surrounded his fingers.

Taishan looked at Zhao Xin indifferently and said contemptuously: "You are just a mortal body, the king's physique is an invincible existence!"

As he spoke, the momentum that erupted into a monstrous golden blood qi turned into a coercion and pressed violently towards Zhao Xin.

Zhao Xin's face was still calm, and the corners of his mouth outlined a subtle smile, a little mocking, and he was not affected by Taishan's coercion in the slightest.

Under the shocked gaze of everyone, his expression was indifferent, and the dark red blood qi rushed to the sky, colliding with the golden qi and blood of Mount Tai.

"He has improved a little bit compared to a month ago, and now he has reached the peak realm of Tianyuan. ”

"He's got a lot of talent, it's rare to do that in a month. ”

Ming Heng's face changed slightly.

"He spent a month in Elder Wang Qiankun's courtyard. ”

Someone said.

"That makes sense, but he's no match for the Golden King"

Ming Heng was relieved.

Then his face froze, because Zhao Xin's blood qi was against the golden royal body, and he was not weak at all.

Ming Heng was silent, he couldn't see any emotion on his face, Luo Yu stared at Zhao Xin closely, his beautiful eyes burst into brilliant colors, Bai Yunfei's expression was a little blank, and it was difficult to hide the astonishing light in his eyes, and Huang Yan's face collapsed, a little unwilling!

Everyone in the crowd couldn't help but gasp, being able to compete with the king's physique without being weaker than the downside, isn't this Zhao Xin extraordinary?

Taishan's face was a little ugly, Zhao Xin's indifferent expression and mocking smile made him unbearable, and he felt like he was being played.

He recalled that half a year ago, in the summer full of cicadas, with the fall of a thunderbolt, he met Jiang Daoling, who was fourteen years old at that time, proud of his peers with his kingly physique, and was the strongest genius in the history of that family......

He refocused his gaze on Zhao Xin's body, this person was just a mortal body, why could he compete with him?

Could it be that his cultivation is just higher than him?

Taishan began to look at Zhao Xin suspiciously, and everyone's eyes naturally had such questions, and they all looked at Zhao Xin.

Zhao Xin raised his chin, his black hair fluttered, and said proudly: "Innate! You mortals can't envy it!"

Everyone was speechless, their fists clenched slightly, and they wanted to step forward and flatten this stinky brat.

They don't believe in anything innate, Zhao Xin was still a seventh-class talent a few months ago, how could he have an extraordinary physique?

They think that it is more that Zhao Xin has been greatly transformed.

"Die!"

Tarzan's cold and arrogant voice sounded.

Zhao Xin didn't answer Taishan's words, he was fiddling with the light that surrounded his fingers, and he stood in the dimly lit place gradually brightened.

The golden blood qi overflowed from the surface of his body, and the petals that fell in the air slightly touched the golden blood qi and burned it instantly.

Taishan's face was gloomy, his short body was slightly arched, and the gold was all around, and the whole person looked like a dormant beast, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

Zhao Xin looked at Mount Tai, still standing in place, the surrounding light between his fingers suddenly dispersed and disappeared, Zhao Xin's face showed a distressed look, holding his cheek with his right hand, and sighed softly, as if regretting something.

Taishan's face turned pale, Zhao Xin's careless expression and actions disgusted him to a few points, and a thick gasp sounded from the tip of his nose.

"Die!"

Taishan shouted angrily, the golden blood filled his body, and the golden sword in his hand attacked with the momentum of shattering the sky, tearing open the spring breeze that was coming to him, and striking with a scorching breath.

Zhao Xin pulled out his spear, and then made a piercing motion forward, which was not the slightest bit fancy, and was extremely simple.

A crisp voice rang out.

The spears and swords collided with each other, and then there was a crack in the place where the sword body docked with each other, and with a few clicks, the crack spread over the sword body, and the gun and the sword were disconnected at the same time, and half of the tip of the sword pierced through the air quickly and fell into the distance.

Zhao Xin was hit by the oncoming momentum, took a few steps back in a row, and accidentally stepped on a few flowers, while Taishan stood in place, and the fierce momentum continued.

Zhao Xin discarded the spear that had been cut off in his hand, coughed lightly, stabilized his body, looked around, and finally fixed on the few flowers that had been trampled in front of him.

His expression was a little sad, a little sad, and under the moonlight, he stood on top of the sea of flowers, shaking his head and sighing.

It seems to be grieving over a few flowers that have been trampled to death.

I have to say that this scene is very lethal to the girl.

I feel that Zhao Xinzhen is a personable, sentimental and beautiful man, like a fairy descending to earth, with an ethereal temperament.

The moonlight in the corner of his eyes glanced at everyone's reaction, and Zhao Xin nodded secretly.

On the other side, Taishan did not feel excited because he had the upper hand, but looked at the broken golden sword in his hand, his face was full of sadness, and the anger in his eyes burned even more, and he couldn't wait to kill Zhao Xin with a sword!

The sword was a gift from his father when he was apprenticed, and he loved it and cherished it.

After half a cup of tea, both of them came to their senses.

"I underestimate you! You can even block my sword, but this should be all your strength, but I haven't even used half of it!"

Tarzan said compassionately, and he walked to safety and gently lowered the broken golden sword in his hand.

The people around couldn't help but be shocked, the mighty sword just now was not Taishan's strongest blow.

"Zhao Xin is in danger!"

Ming Heng frowned.

"He's not supposed to die. ”

The convict frowned, and his hands clenched in his long sleeves.

"He's going to win. Luo Yu smiled sweetly, beautiful and moving.

"The big boss is invincible!"

Wang Xiaoer firmly believes.

"I underestimate you, too. ”

Zhao Xin said angrily to Taishan.

"How dare you say big things! It's useless to say more! Next, in order to commemorate my broken sword, I will let you be like it!"

Mount Tai's golden blood surged up, the vitality around the body condensed, and the body was mixed with the sound of wind and rain, and the faint thunder was whistling, which was to condense the vitality to a certain extent before the vision appeared.

Taishan charged forward, his explosive power was amazing, where his feet landed, there was a pit, just a few feet away from the sprint, in front of him was a gust of wind, jumped in front of Zhao Xin, and fell with a punch.

The golden blood is wrapped around this fist, carrying a terrifying wind, and there is a faint flash of electricity, this is not a supernatural power, a martial art, just a vision caused by pure power.

This time, Tarzan dispatched all his strength and blasted this merciless blow.

Ming Heng looked at this and went up to stop it, he felt that Zhao Xin should admit defeat, this blow maybe Zhao Xin would at least be seriously injured, at this time Jiang Yuan's gaze moved to him, and the figure he was about to step forward paused after a moment of hesitation, because he knew that Jiang Yuan would also make a move, and the fist in his hand was clenched tighter.

The previous barbarian was all disabled, and now how can this even more handsome boy resist, it is foreseeable that his childish face will be splashed with blood, and there are already girls in the sea of flowers who hide their faces and can't bear to look at it anymore.

The wind blew away Zhao Xin's black hair, and the impact it brought made his face ache faintly, and his chest was pressed out of breath, this feeling was very uncomfortable, so Zhao Xin moved.

The same blood qi spread out of the body, but it was dark red, a layer of wind and waves rolled outward, a few petals rose with the wind, Zhao Xin's pupils appeared Taishan's fist, and his gaze became fierce.

Then Tarzan's bronze fist was preceded by a jade-like fist.

This fist was also entwined with blood, carrying a violent wind, flashing with electric light, but the wind was more violent and the electric light was more dazzling.

Immediately after, there was a strange cry of pain, fright, and some confusion.

The bronze fist was vulnerable to the jade-like fist, and the surface where Taishan's fist met instantly cracked, and countless cracks appeared, blood burst out, and the white bones were visible!

The cracks spread to his wrists, and his wrist bones snapped.

There were a few clicks, the sound of breaking continued, and the bones of his forearm and hand were broken without incident.

Before this arm could fall weakly, a scream of extreme pain sounded, and a mouthful of blood burst out from between his lips, just falling on the flower that Zhao Xin stepped on.

The terrifying power did not stop, and the fist of red blood and qi still continued to bombard Taishan's body, and with a loud bang, Taishan's body flew fiercely, flying into the sea of flowers farther away.

Tarzan's face was as pale as snow, and his eyes were full of horror and confusion.

The scene in front of him was blurry, he didn't know what was happening, just for a moment he fell into the dirt, but he knew that he had lost, completely defeated.

The expressions of the people in the sea of flowers were instantly stunned and sluggish, and the night in early spring was very calm, with occasional a few breezes blowing and rolling up a few petals.

The calmer the night, the more shocked the center of the crowd, looking at the thin body and handsome face under the purple dress, people are even more difficult to believe the reality in front of them, some people thought that Zhao Xin would be defeated, and wanted him to admit defeat, some people thought that Zhao Xin would lie in a pool of blood splashed with blood, and even couldn't bear to look at each other.

But in the end, to everyone's surprise, it was Tarzan who lost, and it was Tarzan who fell into the dirt and howled.

It took a long time for everyone to react, Jiang Yuan's eyes reflected, and Zhao Xin walked in front of Taishan, who was in pain.

"Stop!"