Faced with Zhao Yijian's mockery and contempt, Zhao Feng sneered and was silent.

Zhao Yijian is a person who does have strength, but he can be arrogant and arrogant, and he likes to look at people with his nostrils.

Therefore, he is too lazy to talk nonsense, he just wants to prove everything with practical actions.

Although Zhao Feng didn't speak, his expression of being too lazy to deal with it still made Zhao Yijian's heart unhappy and angry.

Some of the spectators on the field were slightly stunned.

Zhao Yijian was arrogant enough, and Zhao Feng's disdainful expression was even more "silent is better than sound", and the lethality was even greater.

"Boy, if you shut up and don't speak, I'll force you to speak later. ”

Zhao Yijian's eyes were gloomy and cold.

Boom!

The sword in his hand slashed through a cold and cold current, the speed was extremely fast, and it stabbed in front of Zhao Feng in the blink of an eye.

As soon as he made a move, Zhao Yijian cast "Cold Flow Sword".

Although he was arrogant, he had found that Zhao Feng had the strength of a quasi-martial artist, and he was not as light as he appeared to be an enemy.

As soon as Zhao Yijian's sword move came out, Zhao Feng felt a piercing chill, and his skin was cold.

Poof!

An icy cold current, with a risk of half an inch, swept past Zhao Feng's shoulder.

"What a tricky swordsmanship! The speed is so fast that you can only see the afterimage. ”

Zhao Feng dodged a sword, and his heart sank.

If you only use the strength of a quasi-martial artist, it will be difficult to match Zhao Yijian of "Cold Flow Sword".

Zhao Feng would not think that his defense could be stronger than Zhao Yue.

Scold!

His figure jumped, fluttering like a fallen leaf, leaping in the air on the competition platform, and distanced himself from Zhao Yijian.

Indeed, in terms of attack power, Zhao Feng could not match the Cold Flow Sword, unless he was like Zhao Yue and had cultivated advanced body refining martial arts.

Where to run!

Zhao Yijian's face was covered with coldness, his body leaped, and he actually cast the "Cold Flow Sword" in mid-air.

No matter how Zhao Feng dodged, the cold current and chill were always locked.

It is worthy of being a high-level martial arts master!

Zhao Feng knew that with the "Angry Dragon Fist" at the peak realm, he could not resist Zhao Yijian's "Cold Flow Sword".

"Cold Stream Waterfall!"

The sword move in Zhao Yijian's hand changed suddenly, the sword momentum skyrocketed, and the cold current sword shadow seemed to turn into a cold waterfall, sweeping towards the range of Zhao Feng's foothold.

Not good!

Zhao Feng was in mid-air, and once he landed, it was difficult to dodge Zhao Yijian's range blockade.

"What a "Cold Flow Sword"! Below the fourfold martial arts, it can already launch a range of moves!"

"Looks like the situation is settled!"

Some of the seniors in the clan on the viewing platform applauded again and again and praised Zhao Yijian.

"Get me down!"

Zhao Yijian's "Cold Stream Waterfall" was flooded with a violent sword light, and the cold was raging, sweeping towards Zhao Feng's lower plate.

"Drifting Void!"

Zhao Feng's eyes were like electricity, he took a deep breath, his whole body qi and blood compressed and swirled, and his body in mid-air suddenly became energetic out of thin air.

Rise!

His body was out of the limitations of gravity, and he actually made two leaps in the void, and escaped Zhao Yijian's blockade in one leap.

This...... How can it be?

Zhao Yijian's killing move was in the air, his face was dull, and he watched Zhao Feng "cross" a step out of thin air, calmly avoiding the crisis.

"What a Zhao Feng! He actually cultivated "Piao Ling Du" to such a point. ”

The referee stroked his white beard with his long hand, and his eyes were dazzling.

This is indeed the light body in "Piao Ling Du", how did he do it?"

The previous martial artist who had cultivated "Piaoling Crossing" stood up suddenly, his face full of surprise.

On the stage.

Zhao Yijian and Zhao Feng, chasing and fleeing, are full of danger and thrilling.

Seeing that Zhao Yijian's "Cold Flow Sword" gradually climbed to Dacheng, the speed and power increased significantly.

Zhao Feng is not bad, a set of "Piaoling Crossing" makes him as light as a feather, jumping in the air, it seems to be nine deaths, but in fact he is calm and comfortable.

Little by little, time passed.

In the process of escaping, Zhao Feng looked for Zhao Yijian's flaws and fought back.

But he was shocked to find that he couldn't get close to Zhao Yijian at all, otherwise he would definitely face a terrifying killing move.

The "Fist of the Angry Dragon" he is currently learning cannot take the opponent's sword head-on.

Even if he takes a hard sword, he will be injured.

"Do you have to use ......?"

Zhao Feng took a deep breath, and the martial arts internal strength lurking in his body moved slightly, but then disappeared.

Relying on "Hidden Qi Technique", he hid his martial arts internal strength.

At the moment of jumping and dodging, Zhao Feng suddenly concentrated his energy and activated the ability of his left eye.

Pounding!

The moment his left eye moved, Zhao Feng entered a super visual interface.

Although Zhao Yijian's speed was fast, in his eyes, it slowed down, and he could see it really clearly.

He could even capture the changes in the qi and blood in Zhao Yijian's body, and through the surge of qi and blood, he could predict the direction of his next attack.

Teng! Teng......

Zhao Feng's dodge was more calm and comfortable, and he was completely invincible.

Raging Dragon Fist!

At a certain moment, Zhao Feng dodged a sword, approached coldly, and counterattacked Zhao Yijian.

"Cold Fluidizing Wind!"

Zhao Yijian turned the sword in his hand suddenly, did not dodge or defend, and stabbed Zhao Feng's throat.

Zhao Feng was helpless, although he found a gap and could injure Zhao Yijian, but if that was the case, he couldn't dodge the other party's throat-piercing sword.

The most difficult thing is that he has cultivated this set of martial arts to the fullest, and the flaws are very small, and if he wants to win with danger, I am only fifty percent sure. ”

In Zhao Feng's mind, he told the calculation and analysis.

The biggest gap between him and Zhao Yijian is the level of martial arts.

Now, if you want to win against Zhao Yijian, there are only two ways.

The first method - drag, keep dragging, drag until the other party is exhausted.

For this, Zhao Feng is confident, he has the assistance of his left eye, and he has cultivated the internal strength of the martial arts, and the qi veins are long-lasting, which is better than Zhao Yijian.

The second way - use the internal strength of the martial arts to win strongly!

Just when Zhao Feng was thinking in his heart.

"Referee, the two people on the stage are all materials that can be made in the clan, if you delay too long and there are casualties, you can't afford to delay. ”

Zhao Tianjian walked to the front of the competition platform and whispered to the referee.

Looking at the battle on the stage, Zhao Tianjian was worried about his son Zhao Yijian.

According to common sense, even if it is delayed, Zhao Yijian has at least a fifty or sixty percent chance of winning, but for some reason, he has an uneasiness that stems from intuition and cannot continue to drag on.

"This ...... But they didn't have a clear winner. ”

The referee hesitated slightly, a little embarrassed, but he didn't dare to offend Zhao Tianjian easily.

Zhao Tianjian's cultivation has reached the sixth level of martial arts, and he is a middle and high-level member of the clan, and his status is not low.

"The victory or defeat is not obvious, but who has the upper hand, can't you tell?"

Zhao Tianjian smiled slightly, and at the same time secretly glanced at the referee.

The meaning is obvious, if this happens, there will be great gratitude......

"Okay. ”

The referee looked at the stage and said in a deep voice: "No. 188 Zhao Feng, you have fallen into the upper hand, if you continue to delay, this referee has the right to make a judgment." ”

This can also be done?

Zhao Feng's heart rose with nameless anger.

The referee's verdict was obviously in favor of Zhao Yijian.

However, the referee is not obviously against the principle, because the rules of the competition give the referee a certain degree of freedom to decide. For example, in some difficult battles, in order not to delay the progress of the game, the referee can make his own judgment.

The referee's verdict naturally caused controversy among some people.

Although Zhao Feng was passive, at least he was not defeated. ”

"Hmph! what kind of hero is it to keep dodging, delaying our time, the referee is not wrong to do this!"

There was just a little controversy off the field.

Although some family elders felt a little unfair, no one was willing to stand up for a clan child, let alone offend Zhao Tianjian's father and son.

"Okay! If you don't hide, you won't hide!"

Zhao Feng didn't laugh angrily, and his figure fell down.

"Boy, take my sword. ”

Zhao Yijian was secretly happy in his heart, and glanced at his father in the audience gratefully.

Zhao Tianjian stood with his hands in his hands, smiling silently.

At this moment, many people in the audience, such as Zhao Kun and other children, had gloating expressions.

Zhao Xue looked at the familiar figure on the martial arts platform, and sighed secretly, her expression was complicated, there was a trace of pity, and a trace of coldness was wiped away.

Snort –

Seeing Zhao Yijian's "Cold Flow Sword", like a cold winter wind, piercing the bone marrow, approaching Zhao Feng.

Facing the sword of the high-level martial arts master, Zhao Feng did not dodge or dodge.

"Raging Dragon Fist!"

The anger in Zhao Feng's heart, along with the surging qi and blood, merged into a roaring punch.

I don't know the current affairs!

Some family elders on the viewing platform couldn't help but shake their heads.

"Alas. ”

The white-bearded referee also sighed.

"Hahaha! The mantis arm is a car, it's useless, break it for me-"

Zhao Yijian let out a long laugh and waved a sword stream, like a cold rainbow across the night sky, with a dazzling edge.

"Open!"

Zhao Feng took a deep breath, and a powerful aura suddenly burst out from the surging qi and blood.

Call~~

On Zhao Feng's arms and fists, a layer of pale green aura surged, magnificent and transparent, looming in the sun.

Suddenly.

Zhao Feng felt that his punching speed and strength exploded, breaking through a shackle and breaking the limitations of his original physical body.

Before the punch reached his body, the invisible strong wind hit Zhao Yijian's body.

Buzz!

With Zhao Feng as the center, the surrounding dust particles vibrated and floated into the air under the weight of invisible force.

"What! That's ......"

On the viewing stage, some family elders were in a heartbeat.

"It turned out to be ......"

The referee stood up suddenly, unable to suppress the excitement on his face.

Not good!

Zhao Tianjian, who was in the arena, changed his complexion.

"What's going on!"

Zhao Yijian was inexplicably depressed, had difficulty breathing, and was oppressed by an invisible and unknown force, and even the speed at which he took out his sword was greatly curbed.

In his vision, Zhao Feng's punch seemed to lead a roaring storm furious dragon......

When!

Zhao Yijian's body was shocked, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

When!

The sword in his hand was broken in two and fell to the ground.

Moreover, there was an invisible force that rushed into his body along the sword.

"Ahh

Zhao Yijian screamed and snorted, his arm was broken, and the whole person flew more than ten meters sideways and rolled to the ground.

Such a scene shocked many Zhao family children on the field.

Call~

As soon as Zhao Feng finished punching, the invisible force rushed in all directions, and the dust around him was like a ripple circle, slowly falling to the ground.

I don't know how long it took, who exclaimed: "Martial arts internal strength!"

Martial arts internal strength!

I saw a pale green and transparent breath that flashed away from Zhao Feng's body.