Le Aya withdrew from the field and stood on the sidelines with Zhao Hongxing.

Zhao Zongming and Mr. Cang looked at each other motionlessly, the momentum emanating from the two upper ninth-level people seemed to have washed away the air around them, and Zhao Hongxing was a little out of breath just by watching from afar.

"You say, can Master win?" Zhao Hongxing took off his coat and put it on Le Aya.

"I don't know. Le Aya stared at the two people who were confronting each other with momentum in the field, and only nodded at Zhao Hongxing's move to clothe him.

Le Aya really didn't know if the teacher could beat this Yan Ming King, she had never seen the teacher burst out with such a strong momentum, but the stronger the momentum of the outburst, the stronger the opponent's strength.

Zhao Hongxing didn't understand what the confrontation between these two people was, and in his understanding, wouldn't the confrontation in momentum just depend on who would be the first to instigate? Whoever was the first to instigate in momentum would definitely not dare to make a move.

Unlike Zhao Hongxing's understanding, which relies on staring beads and a loud voice to raise the momentum, in this world, "momentum" is a sign that slowly accumulates on the body of a martial artist. This kind of momentum is not revealed by poss, it can only be gradually formed in various battles. The more confident a person is in his own skills, the more he can overwhelm the opposite in terms of momentum. And with the continuous improvement of strength, this momentum in the gradual accumulation, become like the substance, everything in strength and psychological quality of the people will directly lose their fighting spirit, immediately admit it.

Although Zhao Zongming and Mr. Blue Wolf have not yet started, the competition in momentum has begun. One of these two was a former general, the other was a prince of the royal family, and both were battle-hardened warriors, so it was impossible for anyone to instigate anyone.

Soon, both of them reached the peak of their momentum, but they were still evenly matched. That is to say, neither of them thinks that the other can beat them.

Outside the court, Zhao Hongxing and Le Aya retreated into the distance, and the two of them, whose strength was not enough at all, were too close to each other, and it was difficult to catch their breath. Zhao Hongming and Zhao Hongzhe did not take a step back, but the iris of the two of them had turned blood red, and they had to use the power of their bloodlines to resist the pressure brought to them by the two of them in the field.

Not to mention that Mr. Cang and Zhao Hongzhe kept their hands when they competed at that time, just relying on this momentum, even if he didn't use a sword, it was very easy for the old man to beat Zhao Hongzhe.

"Old, pay attention. There is nothing to compete in momentum, as the challenger's side, Zhao Zongming put on a posture and said to Mr. Cang.

"Please. Old Mr. Cang thrust the wooden sword into his belt and said only one word.

"Bang!", Zhao Zongming took a big step forward, and then threw a punch in the air.

The old gentleman immediately drew the knife, and the two forces collided in the air, and the shock wave instantly blew up a layer of sand on the ground.

Zhao Zongming, who had fought with Mr. Cang more than ten years ago, knew that quickly drawing a knife was the old man's usual starting trick. So he wanted to be like Zhao Hongzhe, so he rushed over to close the distance, and then first used a punch that relied purely on his body strength to swing an effect similar to a high-pressure air cannon, so that the old man had to draw his knife to defend.

Trick the enemy into making the move, and then move on to the next attack. Zhao Zongming still did not rush towards the old man, but kept swinging at the old man one punch after another, and at the same time, approaching him step by step.

The people of the Yan Feng family are unreasonable to fight, and it is here, obviously you are bare-handed, but you can play long-range attacks to suppress the opponent.

Fortunately, Mr. Cang has not seen this kind of scene, concentrating on luck, waving the wooden sword in his hand up and down, and slashing Zhao Zongming with his fist one by one.

In the same way, the old man was moving forward while constantly swinging his sword. The person who wants to fight in close quarters is not only Zhao Zongming.

"Bang!" Soon, the wooden sword in Mr. Cang's hand struck Zhao Zongming's fist.

The huge force of the shock coming from the wooden sword made the old man almost unable to hold the hilt of the sword, and hurriedly held his other hand as well. And immediately after, Zhao Zongming took advantage of the old man's inability to fight back, raised his leg and kicked it, and went straight to the door.

"Bang!" There was another loud bang, and the old man hurriedly held the wooden sword with both hands, blocking Zhao Zongming's kick, and then was kicked back three steps in a row.

Old Mr. Cang felt that Zhao Zongming might have regained his strength, otherwise this kick might kick the wooden sword and fall directly on his face.

"Whew!" Zhao Zongming struck again, and the old gentleman, who had not yet adjusted his posture, took out his sword on Zhao Zongming's feet, and took two steps back with the strength of this kick.

Zhao Zongming followed closely, and with a punch, with a strong momentum, he went straight to the chest of the old man. The old man who took advantage of those two steps to gain a firm foothold was not false at all, and the internal force on the wooden sword enveloped this sword qi, and slashed at Zhao Zongming's fist.

"Bang!" another shockwave spread out in all directions, lifting up the sand that had not yet fallen before.

"Bang bang bang!" Zhao Zongming began to punch directly to the positions of Mr. Cang, and Mr. Cang was suppressed and could only defend passively. Zhao Zongming's punching speed is not within the range that the old man can't keep up with, but the power of this punch is too great, and the old man has to spend a lot of strength and internal force every time he resists a sword, and it is impossible to pull back and fight, and the old man is now being chased by Zhao Zongming.

What made Mr. Cang even more uncomfortable was that he couldn't distract himself from looking for the flaws in Zhao Zongming's moves, just to deal with the continuous and infinitely powerful fists, he had already concentrated all his energy.

Old Mr. Cang seems to have found the feeling of aggrieved when he couldn't beat Zhao Zongming again.

If you hit him, he is not afraid, and if he hits you, just once.

After this thought came to his mind, the old man realized that he might have to lose. At this time, if you follow Zhao Zongming's rhythm again, the old man will definitely be the first to show his flaws and lose.

Mr. Cang felt that it would not work if he didn't come up with a "trick" anymore. The old man's "special move" does not refer to a "special move" with gorgeous special effects, but a move that is specially practiced to deal with various situations.

Old Mr. Cang swung his sword and stabbed out, slightly deflecting another punch from Zhao Zongming, and then dodged and opened a sword distance with him, suddenly lifted a breath, and turned around with staggered steps under his feet, taking advantage of the momentum to drive the sword in his hand to slash off Zhao Zongming's neck.

This is a rare move in the Wind Breaking Sword Technique, and when it moves, it gives up all the defenses of the whole body, and exerts all the strength on the sword that is quickly swinging and slashing. If the opponent is not like a change of life, then it must be dodged, and even if there is a plan to change life, a hasty attack when he sees this blow may not kill the old man. If you want not to dodge and not pay a painful price under this trick, you will definitely not be able to do it at that time.

But what Mr. Cang didn't expect was that Zhao Zongming really didn't hide. He stretched out his left arm directly in front of the slashing wooden sword. The heavy sword slashed at his arm, and it was directly slashed.

Zhao Zongming's right hand stretched out two fingers and shot sharply to the throat of the old man, and then with a slight click, he took it back.

Mr. Cang knew that he had completely lost. The old man really never expected that Zhao Zongming's arm was strong enough to directly take his sword.

The black iris on Zhao Zongming's eyes hadn't turned blood-red, and he hadn't even used the power of his bloodline to attack with all his might.

"Concession. After winning the battle, Zhao Zongming obviously took a sip, and his expression was a little joyful.

"Concession ......" Mr. Cang is still a little aggrieved in losing, in the pure confrontation of force, the old man is indeed behind. However, this feeling of "not breaking the defense" no matter how you fight still makes Lao Tzu very unhappy.

This made Mr. Cang involuntarily think of Yan Feng and one of these people's "nicknames" among the warriors - Iron King Ba.

It's not good, but it's so apt.

"Bang bang bang. Zhao Hongming and Zhao Hongzhe, who stood on the sidelines and witnessed the whole process, couldn't help but slap their hands.

For the two of them, the duel between the two masters of the upper nine layers is indeed very powerful, and one move and one style are by no means gorgeous, but the victory and defeat and success or failure are at the moment of the battle.

Zhao Hongxing and Le Aya, who were standing farther away, didn't look at anything, and the dust blown up by the impact made the two children forced to turn their faces and cover their eyes.

Zhao Hongxing only heard the sound of "ping pong", there was no movement in the field, and after the two masters said "concession" to each other, Zhao Hongxing and Le Aya pulled the ash on their faces while "babbling".

"Finished?" Zhao Hongxing wiped the dust off his eyes, and saw Zhao Hongming and Zhao Hongzhe start to applaud.

"Huh?" Le Aya, who had just cleaned the soil in her mouth, was also confused.

Why, the kung fu of puffing and puffing is over? The master's move is too fast. Zhao Hongxing sighed in his heart.

Looking at Zhao Hongming and Zhao Hongzhe's way of saying joy to Zhao Zongming, it is estimated that he, the Third Emperor, has won.

"The master is still old. Zhao Hongxing sighed that the years had come.

"When you were the age of King Yanming, could you be half as powerful as him?" Le Aya looked at Zhao Hongxing and asked very seriously.

"Uh......" Although Le Aya was asking a very ordinary question, Zhao Hongxing always felt that Le Aya's way of asking was a little ridiculous at him, but if you are careful, when you reach that age, you may not be at half the level of Zhao Zongming's strength.

"I can. Le Aya said with certainty: "Moreover, I must work hard to be even more powerful than King Yanming!"

In Le Aya's heart, Mr. Cang was an invincible existence before, so she was practicing swordsmanship with the old man as her goal. And now, after Zhao Zongming defeated Mr. Cang, Le Aya saw a more powerful goal.

Girls don't look like that orangutan guy......

Zhao Hongxing looked at the slender Le Aya and muttered in his heart.