Chapter 23 Advanced Completion

With one move, the gap between Zhao Feng and Zhao Guang immediately became apparent.

Zhao Guang managed to stabilize his body, panicked and breathless, unbelievable.

Zhao Feng smiled calmly and did not take advantage of the situation to attack. Compared with speed, he has absolute confidence. Even some martial artists of the fourth level of martial arts may not be able to beat him.

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

After a brief sensation under the competition stage, it gradually subsided.

"His speed is even faster than Zhao Guang!"

The top three Zhao Yue and Zhao Yufei were all shocked.

"What a mysterious light-hearted technique!"

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

"His body is a little familiar."

The referee muttered to himself.

"He is practicing "Piaolingdu"! There is absolutely nothing wrong!"

In the viewing platform, a warrior took a deep breath and looked at Zhao Feng with a complicated expression.

It turned out that this family martial artist Zeng Jin also practiced the "Piaolingdu" light-weight exercise.

It's just that "Piaolingdu" is too difficult and it is a fragment, so he gave up after practicing for a year or two, and his realm is far less hot than Zhao Feng at the moment.

"It turned out to be "Piaolingdu"!"

Some clan elders on the viewing platform couldn't help but realize.

"To be able to cultivate "Piaolingdu" to such a state of fire, his understanding is really good, it's a pity..."

While amazed, some elders shook their heads regretfully.

Although the level of "Piaolingdu" 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 shot!"

There was another whisper from the field.

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

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

Angry Dragon Fifth Form!

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

boom! Snapped! uh...

Zhao Feng's whole body is full of qi and blood, like a long river, as if he has transformed into an angry dragon. His fists are accompanied by a low roar, and his momentum is astonishing.

Zhao Guang was deeply depressed, and the opponent's blood and explosive force made it hard for him to breathe.

With each punch, he took a step back, even shaking his internal organs.

He was completely pressed and beaten by Zhao Feng and had no power to fight.

In terms of speed, Zhao Feng beat him steadily, and in martial arts power, Zhao Feng also slightly outperformed him.

Wow!

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

Zhao Guang, who was in the top five, failed to make ten moves and was defeated on the spot.

Many people off the field were dumbfounded.

Although knowing Zhao Feng's strength, he could challenge the top five, but the real result was far more shocking than expected.

Zhao Feng's performance was not even inferior to that of Zhao Yue and the others who were in the top three.

"This child's comprehension is amazing. Not only has he perfected his basic boxing skills, but he has also cultivated "Raging Dragon Fist" to a peak state."

"With the intermediate martial arts at the peak realm, even if he doesn't practice "Piaolingdu", his strength is slightly better than Zhao Guang."

The elders and senior members of the clan on the viewing platform had good vision and knowledge, and were surprised and admired by Zhao Feng's performance.

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

After Zhao Feng defeated Zhao Guang, the momentum was close to Zhao Yijian and Zhao Yue.

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

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

"Zhao Feng! Zhao Feng!"

With a loud, heat-like sound, Zhao Feng boarded the competition platform again and again.

Every time he came to power, his opponents mostly conceded defeat, or settled in three or two.

During this period, Zhao Feng also met Zhao Kun.

"I surrender!"

As soon as Zhao Kun gritted his teeth, he could not wait to find a crack in the ground to get in.

Judging from the current situation, Zhao Feng's strength and popularity surpassed his elder brother Zhao Gan, how could he dare to be ashamed.

The "Big Four" maintained a record of victory and went hand in hand.

Many people are looking forward to the confrontation between the "Big Four".

Finally, at the time of the 60-game winning streak, Zhao Yue, who ranked first, and Zhao Yijian, who ranked second, met each other.

Zhao Yue! Zhao Yue!

Zhao Yijian! Zhao Yijian!

...

There was a burst of shouting off the field, and many people were madly excited and extremely excited.

Outside the top four, Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei also showed interest.

"Zhao Yue! Since the defeat half a year ago, we finally met."

Zhao Yijian took a deep breath, with strong fighting intent and confidence in his eyes.

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

"Let's do it, see if your "Cold Flow Sword" is strong, or my "Iron Gang Body" is stronger."

Zhao Yue's voice is calm, sonorous and powerful, tall and strong, and Zhao Yijian is stable.

Clang!

Zhao Yijian's sword was unsheathed, and the cold frontal light swept through the void, forming a cold current of indeterminate light and dark, which was amazingly 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.

"Iron Palm!"

Zhao Yue's body is like a mountain, his palms are like steel, he punches out, the air is dull and whistling, there is a kind of heaviness that weighs the top of Mount Tai.

Ding bang!

In a flash of lightning, the swords and palms clashed, making a piercing sound, shaking the blood and eardrums.

When the two exchanged for a moment, Zhao Yijian swayed, took two steps back, and then turned around.

"These two people, one is steady and solid, the other is slanted."

Zhao Feng watched silently.

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

If he hadn't cultivated the inner strength of martial arts, Zhao Feng would not have the confidence to break through Zhao Yue's defense, and he would not have the confidence to use his flesh fist to resist Zhao Yijian's terrifying attack.

ding ding bang bang...

The confrontation between Zhao Yue and Zhao Yijian became incandescent.

The speed of Zhao Yijian's sword was getting faster and faster, and the swept icy cold current intertwined with the sword light, covering Zhao Yue's body all the time.

Zhao Yue was calm, breathing calmly, blocking Zhao Yijian's attacks one by one.

This is still him. He cultivates the advanced body-refining martial art "Iron Gang Body", and has a strong physical defense. If it is replaced by ordinary martial arts, he will not be able to block the opponent's sword at all.

"Zhao Yue has a solid foundation, a long qi pulse, and is good at defense. If Zhao Yijian cannot win in half a cup of tea, then there will be no suspense."

The referee said calmly.

"Haha, half a cup of tea? It won't take that long."

The middle-aged warrior next to him, Zhao Yijian's father, smiled confidently.

"Oh?"

The referee and others were slightly moved.

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

hoohoo!

Zhao Yijian danced an arc-like icy cold current in his hand, and the air was whistling like a cold wind in winter, and the bone-chilling chill was intertwined with the sharp edge.

Ding chi!

Zhao Yue groaned, his steel-like arm was cut with a bloodstain, and he retreated again and again.

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

Zhao Yue's face turned pale.

"Iron Gang Body" is a set of defensive martial arts that strengthens the body. After training, the flesh is like iron, and the strength is amazing, which can be hard to shake the sword.

Combined with the advanced martial arts "Tie Luo Fist", his defense and strength reached a limit, and under the fourth level of martial arts, no one could break his defense.

"Advanced martial arts accomplishment!"

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

Advanced martial arts?

The nearby Zhao clan disciples took a deep breath.

As we all know, martial arts level, there is a saying "small success, great success".

In general advanced martial arts, it is not easy to cultivate to a small success, but it is several times more difficult to cultivate to a major.

However, if the advanced martial arts can be cultivated to the highest level, the power will increase by more than half on the basis of the small level.

"Cold Flow Sword" was originally designed to attack the terrifying advanced martial arts. After training to a minor level, the third level of martial arts can be compared to a quasi-martial artist. If it reaches a major level, it will far surpass that of a quasi-martial artist, and even threaten the real martial artist.

"Senior Dacheng, so it is! Congratulations... Zhao Tianjian, such a talented son."

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

Zhao Tianjian is Zhao Yijian's father.

"The elders are rewarded!"

Zhao Tianjian was flattered. The chief referee was the elder of the clan. As a warrior, he had to be in awe.

On the competition stage.

"Cold Stream Cold Flash!"

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

poof!

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

"Zhao Yijian wins!"

The referee decisively decided the winner.

"The culmination of advanced martial arts, or "Cold Flow Sword", which is known for its speed and bias, I have not lost wrongly."

Zhao Yue let out a long sigh and stepped down with a sad look.

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

"Zhao Yijian!"

"Zhao Yijian!"

The shouting from the field continued, attracting the admiration of many teenagers and the admiration of some young girls.

At the moment of his victory, Zhao Yijian seemed to be the king among the outer disciples, conquering countless outer disciples.

Zhao Yijian looked around the competition stage, his eyes suddenly fell on Zhao Feng, and there was a hint of coldness and contempt on the corner of his mouth.

"Brother Sword!"

Zhao Xue's face was ruddy, slightly excited, and went forward to meet her.

At this time, Zhao Yijian's tyrannical strength made her completely relieved, and she would never 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 going on, and only three people remain: Zhao Yijian, Zhao Yufei, and Zhao Feng.

It's just that everyone on the court no longer has much expectation and suspense.

In the eyes of everyone, Zhao Yijian is already an unshakable outer king, and even if he is placed among the inner disciples, he is still in the forefront.

"Have you completed the advanced martial arts?"

Zhao Feng murmured in his heart, his expression still calm.

His winning streak continues, sixty-one, sixty-one consecutive victories...

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

Finally, at the time of the sixty-nine consecutive victories, Zhao Feng walked to the competition stage and saw a ruthless young man in purple clothes and long eyebrows.

It was Zhao Yijian!

The meeting of the two brought together many eyes, and the field was inexplicably quiet.

After all, Zhao Feng is also one of the three people who maintain the record of victory.

"Zhao Feng! You won't admit defeat, 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.