Under one move, the gap between Zhao Feng and Zhao Guang was immediately revealed.

Zhao Guang finally stabilized his figure, panicked, and his breath was short, unbelievable.

Zhao Feng smiled calmly, he didn't take advantage of the situation to attack, compared to the speed, he had absolute confidence, even some martial arts quadruple martial artists, they might not be able to beat themselves

For a time, the battle between Zhao Feng and Zhao Guang became the focus of the ten martial arts platforms.

After a brief sensation in the arena, the competition gradually subsided.

"His speed is even faster than Zhao Guang!"

Zhao Yue and Zhao Yufei, who ranked in the top three, were all shocked.

"What a mysterious lightweight exercise!"

On the viewing platform, some middle and high-level elders in the clan were also slightly surprised.

"His style is a little familiar. ”

The referee muttered to himself.

"He is cultivating "Piaoling Crossing"! There is absolutely nothing wrong with him!"

Watching the battle, a martial artist took a deep breath and looked at Zhao Feng with a complicated expression.

It turned out that this family martial artist had also practiced the "Piao Ling Du" light body exercises.

It's just that "Piaoling Crossing" is too difficult, and it is a fragment, so he gave up after practicing for a year or two, and his realm is far inferior to Zhao Feng at this moment.

"It turned out to be "Piaoling Crossing"!"

Some of the elders of the clan on the viewing platform couldn't help but be in a trance.

"To be able to cultivate "Piaoling Crossing" to such a realm, his understanding is really good, but it's a pity that ......"

In amazement, some of the elders shook their heads with a little regret.

Although the level of "Piaoling Crossing" is high, at least it is comparable to the top martial arts, but after all, it is a fragment, and its future potential is limited.

"Zhao Feng has made a move!"

There was another murmur from the audience.

I saw that Zhao Feng took the initiative to attack, his body was like a floating leaf, and his speed was terrifying.

Zhao Guang tried his best, but it was difficult to dodge Zhao Feng's attack, so he could only reluctantly meet it.

Raging Dragon Fifth Style!

Zhao Feng performed "Angry Dragon Fist", which is not small in the intermediate martial arts, and many people recognize it.

Bang! pop......

Zhao Feng's qi and blood were surging like a long river, as if he had turned into an angry dragon, and his punches were accompanied by a low roar, and his momentum was amazing.

Zhao Guang felt deeply depressed, and the other party's qi and blood and explosive power made it difficult for him to breathe.

With each punch, his body took a step back, and even shook his viscera.

He was completely pressed and beaten by Zhao Feng, and he was powerless to parry.

In terms of speed, Zhao Feng defeated him steadily, and compared the power of martial arts, Zhao Feng also slightly beat him.

Wow!

When connecting the eighth punch, Zhao Guang spat out a mouthful of blood and immediately admitted defeat.

Zhao Guang, who ranked in the top five, couldn't make ten moves and lost on the spot.

Many people on the field were dumbfounded.

Although Zhao Feng's strength can challenge the top five, the real result is far more shocking than expected.

Zhao Feng's performance is not even inferior to Zhao Yue and others in the top three.

"This son has an amazing understanding, not only cultivating the basic boxing method to perfection, but also cultivating the "Angry Dragon Fist" to the peak realm. ”

"With the intermediate martial arts of the peak realm, even if he didn't practice "Piao Ling Du", his strength was slightly better than Zhao Guang. ”

The elders and high-level members of the clan on the viewing platform had good vision, and they were surprised and admired Zhao Feng's performance.

On the Tianwu field, there are ten martial arts platforms, and the competition is still going on.

After Zhao Feng defeated Zhao Guang, the momentum approached Zhao Yijian and Zhao Yue.

So far in the game, there are only four people who still maintain a complete winning record: Zhao Yue, Zhao Yijian, Zhao Yufei, and Zhao Feng.

Suddenly, these four people became the "top four" in the Tianwu field, and their popularity was extremely high.

"Zhao Feng!

In a loud heat wave-like sound, Zhao Feng climbed the competition platform again and again.

Every time he comes to power, most of his opponents admit defeat or settle it in threes and twos.

During this period, Zhao Feng also met Zhao Kun.

"I throw in the towel!"

Zhao Kun gritted his teeth, eager to find a crack in the ground to get into.

Judging from the current situation, Zhao Feng's strength and popularity surpass that of his brother Zhao Gan, how dare he be embarrassed.

The "top four" maintained a winning record and went hand in hand.

Many people are looking forward to the confrontation between the "top four".

Finally, when they won 60 consecutive victories, Zhao Yue, who ranked first, and Zhao Yijian, who ranked second, met strongly.

Zhao Yue!

Zhao Yijian!

......

There was a shout from the field, and many people were crazy and excited.

Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei, who were outside the top four, also showed interest.

"Zhao Yue, since the defeat half a year ago, we have finally met. ”

Zhao Yijian took a deep breath, his eyes revealing a strong fighting spirit and confidence.

In the outer layer of the family, Zhao Yue is very low-key, and he cultivates weekdays, but his strength foundation is the most stable, and he has always been the first person.

"Let's make a move, see if your "Cold Flow Sword" is strong, or my "Iron Gang Body" is strong. ”

Zhao Yue's voice was calm, sonorous and powerful, tall and tall, and stabilized Zhao Yijian.

Boom!

Zhao Yijian's sword was unsheathed, and the cold front light crossed the void, forming a cold current of light and darkness, which was astonishingly fast and cold through the heart.

As soon as "Cold Flow Sword" came out, the air seemed to be condensed, and even the spectators felt an inexplicable chill.

"Tieluo Palm!"

Zhao Yue's body was like a mountain, his palms were like steel, and he smashed out with a punch, and the air was dull and whistling, with a kind of heaviness of Mount Tai.

Ding-boom!

Between the lightning and the stone fire, the sword palms clashed, and the piercing sound shook the eardrums of qi and blood.

The two clashed for a moment, Zhao Yijian's body flickered, he took two steps back, and then he turned around, and the sword blade stabbed at Zhao Yue's lower plate even more thrillingly.

"These two people, one is steady and solid, and the other is on the wrong side. ”

Zhao Feng paid attention silently.

There is no doubt that the strength of Zhao Yue and Zhao Yijian can overwhelm ordinary quasi-martial artists.

If he hadn't cultivated the internal strength of the martial arts, Zhao Feng would not have been able to break through Zhao Yue's defenses, let alone resist Zhao Yijian's terrifying attack with his flesh fist.

Ding-ding-bang......

The confrontation between Zhao Yue and Zhao Yijian became white-hot.

Zhao Yijian's sword speed became faster and faster, and the cold current that swept away was intertwined with the sword light, enveloping Zhao Yue's body all the time.

Zhao Yue was not slow, his breathing was steady, and he blocked Zhao Yijian's attacks one by one.

This is still him, who cultivates the advanced body refining martial art "Tiegang Body", and his physique defense is strong, if he changes to an ordinary martial arts triple, he can't stop the opponent's sword at all.

"Zhao Yue has a stable foundation, a long vein, and is good at defense, if Zhao Yijian is in half a cup of tea and can't win, then there will be no suspense about the victory. ”

The referee said indifferently.

"Hehe, half a cup of tea? ”

The middle-aged martial artist next to him, that is, Zhao Yijian's father, smiled confidently.

"Oh?"

The chief referee and others were slightly moved.

At this moment, the situation on the field changed dramatically.

Hoohoo!

Zhao Yijian danced an arc-like cold current in his hand, and there was a howling sound in the air like a cold wind in winter, and the biting chill and Sen Ran were intertwined.

Ding!

Zhao Yue snorted, and his steel-like arm was cut with a bloody mark, and he fell backwards again and again.

"How could my "Iron Body" be broken......

Zhao Yue's face was slightly pale.

"Iron Gang Body" is a set of defensive martial arts that strengthens the body, after cultivation, the skin and flesh are like iron, and the strength is amazing, and it can shake the sword.

Coupled with the advanced martial arts "Tieluo Fist", his defense and strength have reached a limit, and under the fourfold martial arts, no one can break his defense.

"Advanced Martial Arts Master!"

The referee of the competition platform where the two were located exclaimed.

Advanced martial arts?

The children of the Zhao clan nearby gasped.

As we all know, the level of martial arts has the saying of "small success, big success".

In general, it is not easy to cultivate to a small level of martial arts, but it is several times more difficult to cultivate to a large level.

However, if the high-level martial arts can be cultivated to the great achievement, on the basis of the small achievement, the power will be greatly increased by more than half.

"Cold Flow Sword" was originally a terrifying attack on the advanced martial arts, and when cultivated to a small level, the martial arts triple can be compared to a quasi-martial artist, and if it reaches a great success, it will far surpass the quasi-martial artist, and can even threaten the real martial artist.

"Senior Dacheng, I see! Congratulations...... Zhao Tianjian, a son with such a talent. ”

The referee smiled at the middle-aged martial artist beside him.

Zhao Tianjian is Zhao Yijian's father.

"Elder has won the prize!"

Zhao Tianjian was flattered, the chief referee was an elder in the clan, and as a martial artist, he had to be in awe.

On the stage.

"Cold Stream, Chill Flash!"

Zhao Yijian took advantage of the situation to pursue, and the sword carried a cold current wind roar at a faster speed, forcing Zhao Yue into danger.

Wow!

The clothes on Zhao Yue's chest were torn, blood splashed, and his figure exploded.

"Zhao Yijian wins!"

The referee decisively decides the winner.

"A high-level martial arts master, or the "Cold Flow Sword" that is known for its speed, I don't lose unjustly. ”

Zhao Yue let out a long sigh and stepped down with gloomy eyes.

After defeating Zhao Yue, Zhao Yijian's popularity momentum was unstoppable.

"Zhao Yijian!"

"Zhao Yijian!"

The shouts from the audience continued, attracting the admiration of many teenagers and the admiration of some young girls.

At the moment of victory, Zhao Yijian seemed to be the king of the outer disciples, and he was intimidated by countless outer disciples.

Zhao Yijian looked around the martial arts platform, his gaze suddenly fell on Zhao Feng, and a trace of coldness and contempt appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Brother Sword!"

Zhao Xue's face was ruddy, a little excited, and she stepped forward.

At this time, Zhao Yijian's strong strength made her completely relieved, and it was impossible for her to lose to that person.

At the same time, Zhao Xue secretly glanced at Zhao Feng in the distance.

Zhao Feng was expressionless and unmoved.

The game is still ongoing, and there are only three people left who hold the winning record: Zhao Yijian, Zhao Yufei, and Zhao Feng.

It's just that there is not much expectation and suspense on the field.

In the eyes of everyone, Zhao Yijian is already an unshakable king of the outer layer, even if he is placed in the inner layer, he can be in the forefront.

"Is it a high-level martial artist?"

Zhao Feng murmured in his heart, his face was still calm.

His winning streak continues non-stop, with 60 straight wins, 61 straight wins......

But in the ranking match, his encounter with Zhao Yijian was inevitable.

Finally, at the time of the sixty-nine consecutive victories, Zhao Feng walked to the competition platform and saw a cold young man dressed in purple and with long sword eyebrows.

It's Zhao Yijian!

The encounter between the two gathered a lot of eyes, and the field was inexplicably quiet.

After all, Zhao Feng is also one of the three people who hold a complete winning record.

"Zhao Feng, you won't admit defeat too, will you?"

Zhao Yijian smiled sarcastically with contempt on his face.

In his opinion, the only opponent in the outer layer is Zhao Yue, and everyone else is a foil.