It was a big surprise to hear that people were safe and abstained, everyone knew that he came to participate in Luo Tian Dajiao just to be able to face Zhao Rindong.

It's just that the lottery has never given him a chance, and it is rumored that the lottery has also been controlled by the Three Great Dao Sect secretly, deliberately not allowing the two of them to meet.

However, as long as he wins the rock thousand blades, he will definitely be able to face Zhao Rindong in the end.

But at this juncture, abstained?

Won't he take revenge on his brother?

And it seems that his strength is no worse than that of Iwa Thousand Blades.

It's a big puzzle.

Anyway, the final has been decided, and in the afternoon, Zhao Rindong will face Yan Qiandao, and the result is not the most important.

What everyone is looking forward to the most is how the Three Great Dao Sects will treat the final winner.

At the very least, there has to be an explanation.

Rested for a little half a day.

The afternoon game went on as scheduled.

For this final, the Heavenly Master Mansion specially expanded the competition venue and linked the two competition venues together.

It is several hundred meters in diameter.

And there are eight gods, standing in eight directions, to stabilize the playing field, so that the aftermath of the two will not hurt the innocent.

The audience was also crowded and very lively.

In everyone's expectation.

Zhao Rindong and Iwa Qianjian appeared separately.

One person occupies one side.

"Zhao Rindong, your myth is over here." Iwachijian came up and said.

Zhao Rindong was lazy to pay attention to him, and to deal with such a second-year young man, just beat him to obey.

"Not only is your myth over here, but the myth of your master Liu Quji's illness is also over here." Iwachiji continued.

These words did not anger Zhao Rindong, but they angered a large number of audiences.

"Yan Qianji, you shameless, you think that if you participate in the finals, you will be amazing, how can you slander the sword god."

"Zhao Rindong, you are still a man, if you are really the heir of the Sword God, you will beat him to cry."

"The people of the Qiankun Sect are really shameless to the extreme."

Cultivators also chase stars, but they don't chase stars, but strong people, and for ordinary strong people, they may be jealous or even unconvinced.

But for the kind of top-level powerhouse who is close to God, there is only worship.

And most of the millions of monks use swords.

As a sword god, Liu Quji, is naturally their belief.

How can faith defile others?

Yan Qianjian also knew that he had stabbed the hornet's nest, so he didn't say much, and sacrificed his spirit sword, which was evil to Zhao Rindong.

Knock knock!

Three bells rang, and the game officially began.

Although Yan Qianjian likes to talk nonsense, he didn't hesitate at all, first two swords attacked, and then raised his sword straight up.

Zhao Rindong was not in a hurry, slowly took out the ink knife, and danced a sword flower in front of him to block the two sword gangs.

Then put the ink knife behind you.

Bang!

With the sound of blades colliding, Yan Qianjian really appeared behind Zhao Rindong.

However, this blow was blocked by Zhao Rindong without looking back.

Yan Qianjian saw that Zhao Rindong hadn't turned around yet, so he was not polite, and kept slashing at Zhao Rindong's back with a sword.

Bang bang bang.

The sound of blades clashing is the same as setting off firecrackers.

Zhao Rindong also seemed to have eyes behind his back, blocking all the attacks of Yan Qianzhi, and finally, Zhao Rindong stabbed back, and then the blade turned, picking up the long knife of Yan Qianzhi, and then crossed an arc.

Yan Qianjian only felt a great suction, held the sword tightly, and turned in the air, and was picked up by Zhao Rindong.

"Now it's my turn."

Zhao Rindong said lightly, the hand holding the knife tightened, and in the center of the ink knife, a ball of light brightened up in an instant.

In the next moment, it was swung out.

This is exactly the Xingyi sword to dominate the world.

In the past, it took a long time to charge up, but Zhao Rindong's strength is now dozens of times stronger, and a simple charge can reach the point where he used it for the first time.

I didn't deliberately shout out sword moves to cheer myself up.

Sou!

As Zhao Rindong swung his sword, a pillar of light flew out like lightning, after all, Yan Qianjian had the strength to approach the god, and after a slight turn, he dodged it.

This sword only slashed on the ground, and it did not cause a very terrifying effect, because of the formation, there was also the combined force of the eight gods.

The ground became very hard, and the ordinary sword qi could not even make a trace.

However, this did not disappoint Zhao Rindong.

When the feet move, the body is like electricity, and it is like an illusion.

The audience only saw the moonlight on the playing field, and they couldn't see Zhao Rindong's figure at all, what they saw was Yan Qianjian left and right, which seemed to be very embarrassed.

After Ling Yao's guidance, there is also Liu Quji's training.

Zhao Rindong's water and moon body method is basically small.

Now he has been able to control every inch of his body, completely turning the afterimage into moonlight, forming a scene of fishing for the moon in the water.

"Fight well, kill the bastard of the Qiankun Sect."

"It is worthy of being the descendant of the sword god, this sword technique can be called a little sword god."

"Keep hitting him and make his mouth unclean."

The audience cheered heartily.

After changing his clothes, Feng Jianguo, who was sitting next to Feng Jiefang, looked sluggish, and said: "This is not a swordsmanship, this is a body technique, how can it be so fast, as fast as moonlight." ”

"In terms of body method alone, I am inferior to him." Feng Jiefang said.

Feng Jianguo was even more surprised, the phoenix flame is not just as simple as burning, the senior sister can turn into a phoenix, spread her wings and soar, and the speed is extremely fast.

And so far, Zhao Rindong has only used one sword move.

Everything else is hacked at will.

"Enough!"

Yan Qianjian was teased by Zhao Rindong for a long time, and finally became angry, put the tip of the sword on the ground, and then slapped the hilt of the sword with a palm.

Rumble!

There was a loud bang.

With the rock thousand blades as the center, a very violent wave of qi rushed out, and it was also mixed with a sharp sword.

Stir up the surrounding moonlight.

Zhao Rindong's figure finally appeared.

Yan Qianji's eyes were cold, and he finally found an opportunity to fight back, telling you to hide, this time it depends on how you hide.

But in an instant, his face changed drastically.

Zhao Rindong took three steps back, then raised his knife and waved it gently, swinging it very lightly and gently.

It's like cutting tofu with a knife.

However, in front of Zhao Rindong, an invisible storm formed in an instant, and the sword intent it carried instantly surpassed the rock thousand blades.

And it is very sharp and invisible, and even dust can be cut.

Several elderly people over 100 years old present were shocked.

It's him!

A hundred years ago, the dark horse on Luo Tiandajiao, the one surnamed Qiao.

Isn't he missing?

How could Zhao Rindong know his knife momentum?

Long Yan, the descendant of the sword god, has a moonlight-like body, and the sword momentum of the surname Qiao.

How many secrets does this Zhao Rindong have.

Zhao Rindong didn't care what they thought, stepped into the invisible storm, and then raised his knife with a wave, as if hitting a spinning top.

The storm is invisible.

Like a tornado, it swept the rock thousand blades into it in an instant, and then flew into the air.

It took a while before it disappeared.

The Thousand Blades of the Rock fell to the ground.

Burst!

When he fell to the ground, he vomited a mouthful of blood, his expression was very embarrassed, and his hairstyle was messed up.

Zhao Rindong shook his head, after all, more than three months is too short, and the sword posture he used and Qiao Lao's use are simply one day and one place.

If the blow just now was used by Qiao Lao, I am afraid that at this time, there will be no scum left.

Stir directly into a powder finer than dust.

Ahem!

Yan Qianjian coughed a few times, stood up and vomited a mouthful of blood, and his expression returned to normal, this kind of injury may have to lie in bed for half a year for ordinary people.

But everyone is a cultivator, they are not so fragile, as long as they spit out the accumulated blood, it is no different from the normal situation.

"Zhao Rindong, you are indeed very strong, but I think it's nothing more than that." It's rare for the rock to speak seriously.

Is this going to get real?

Who knows, in the next second, Yan Qianjian put away his sword, and then sacrificed another one.

The sword body is overflowing with light, and it is not an ordinary sword at first glance.

It should be a Xuanpin spiritual weapon, and in the earth cultivation world, it can be regarded as the top-notch, and the only one that can suppress one end is Gongsun Jin's Xuanyuan Sword.

And his ink knife has been raised for so long, but it is only a yellow product, and it has reached the limit.

No matter how you raise it, there is no room for improvement.

In terms of weapons alone, Zhao Rindong was at a disadvantage.

But...... Liu Quji still uses an ordinary bamboo sword, and Qiao always uses an ordinary steel knife, who can be their opponent?

"Why get up, I'm too embarrassed to keep beating you." Zhao Rindong said lightly.

Then he raised his sword.

Chirp!

A chirp came!