Chapter 24 Outer Layer 1 (Part 1)

Facing Zhao Yijian's ridicule and contempt, Zhao Feng sneered and said nothing.

A person like Zhao Yijian has real strength, but he is arrogant and arrogant, and likes to look at people with his nostrils.

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

Although Zhao Feng didn't speak, his expression of being too lazy to take care of him still made Zhao Yijian unhappy and angry.

Some spectators off the field were slightly stunned.

Zhao Yijian is already arrogant enough, and Zhao Feng's disdainful expression is even more "silent than sound", which is even more lethal.

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

Zhao Yijian's eyes were gloomy and cold.

Clang!

The sword in his hand slid through a cold and cold current at an extremely fast speed, stabbing Zhao Feng in front of him in the blink of an eye.

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

Although he was arrogant, he had watched the battle before and found that Zhao Feng had the strength of a quasi-warrior, and he did not underestimate the enemy as he seemed.

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

puff!

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

"What a tricky swordsmanship! Those who are fast can only see afterimages."

Zhao Feng dodged a sword, and his heart froze.

If you only use the strength of a quasi-martial artist, it will never be able to match Zhao Yijian, who is the master of "Cold Flow Sword".

Zhao Feng will not think that his defense can be stronger than Zhao Yue.

bass!

He jumped, fluttering like a fallen leaf, leaping in mid-air on the competition stage, pulling away from Zhao Yijian.

Indeed, in terms of attack power, Zhao Feng cannot match the "Cold Flow Sword" unless he, like Zhao Yue, has practiced advanced body refining martial arts.

where to run!

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

No matter how Zhao Feng dodged, the coldness was always locked on.

As expected of a senior martial arts master!

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

"Cold Stream Waterfall!"

The sword move in Zhao Yijian's hand suddenly changed, and the sword's momentum skyrocketed.

not good!

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

"What a "Cold Flow Sword"! Below the fourth level of martial arts, you can already use a range of moves!"

"It looks like the situation is set!"

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

"Get me down!"

Zhao Yijian's "Cold Flowing Waterfall", a violent sword light flashed, and the chill raged, sweeping towards Zhao Feng's lower plate.

"Piaoling Xudu!"

Zhao Feng's eyes were like electricity, he took a deep breath, his body's blood was compressed and swirled.

Teng!

His figure escaped the limitation of gravity, and he leaped twice in the void, evading Zhao Yijian's block in one leap.

how can that be?

Zhao Yijian's ultimate move slammed into the air, his face sluggish, and he watched Zhao Feng "empty" one step out of thin air, calmly escaping the crisis.

"What a Zhao Feng! You actually practiced "Piaolingdu" to such a degree."

The referee stroked his white beard,

Dazzling eyes.

"Piaoling Xudu! This is indeed the unique skill of lightness in "Piaolingdu". How did he do it?"

The previous martial artist who had practiced "Piaolingdu" stood up with surprise on his face.

On the competition stage.

Zhao Yijian and Zhao Feng, chasing and escaping, were full of danger and thrilling.

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

Zhao Feng is also not bad. A set of "Piaolingdu" makes him light as a feather and leaps in the air.

Time passed little by little.

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 face a terrible killing move.

The "Angry Dragon Fist" he is currently learning cannot face the opponent's sword.

Even if he took a hard blow, he would be injured.

"Do you have to use..."

Zhao Feng took a deep breath, the inner strength of martial arts lurking in his body, moved a little, but disappeared again.

Relying on "Hidden Qi Art", he concealed his inner strength of martial arts.

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

Pounding! 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 it was real.

He can even capture the change of Qi and blood in Zhao Yijian's body, and predict the direction of his next attack through the surging Qi and blood.

Teng! Teng...

Zhao Feng's dodging is more calm and comfortable, and he is completely invincible.

Furious Dragon Fist!

At a certain moment, Zhao Feng dodged a sword, and suddenly deceived him and counterattacked Zhao Yijian.

"Cold fluidization wind!"

The sword in Zhao Yijian's hand swung abruptly, stabbing Zhao Feng's throat.

Zhao Feng felt helpless. Although he found a gap and could injure Zhao Yijian, in that case, he couldn't dodge the throat-piercing sword.

"The sword in "Cold Flow Sword" is too extreme, only attack, not defense! The most difficult thing is that he has cultivated this set of martial arts to a great extent, and the flaws are very small. If he wants to win by risk, I only have 50%. grasp."

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

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

Up to now, there are only two ways to win Zhao Yijian.

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

For this, Zhao Feng is confident. He has the left eye to help him, and he has cultivated the inner strength of martial arts.

The second method - use martial arts inner strength to win by force!

Just when Zhao Feng was thinking about it.

"Referee, the two people on stage are all capable members of the clan. If you delay for too long and casualties occur, you can't afford to delay."

Zhao Tianjian walked to the competition stage and whispered to the referee.

Watching the battle on the stage, Zhao Tianjian worried for his son Zhao Yijian.

According to common sense, Zhao Yijian has at least a 50-60% chance of winning, even if it is procrastinating, but for some reason, he has a sense of unease that stems from his intuition and cannot continue to procrastinate.

"This...but they didn't have a clear winner."

The referee hesitated for a while and was a little embarrassed, but he did not dare to offend Zhao Tianjian easily.

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

"The outcome is not obvious, but who has the upper hand, can't you see?"

Zhao Tianjian smiled slightly, while secretly winking at the referee.

The meaning is obvious, if this happens, there must be a heavy thank you...

"All right."

The referee turned his attention to the stage and said solemnly: "No. 188 Zhao Feng, you have already fallen behind. If you continue to delay, the referee has the right to make a judgment."

Is this also possible?

Zhao Feng felt a nameless anger in his heart.

The referee's verdict obviously favored Zhao Yijian.

However, the referee is not obviously against the principle, because the rules of the competition allow the referee to have a certain freedom of judgment. For example, for some difficult battles, in order not to delay the process of the game, the referee can make his own decision.

The referee's decision naturally caused some controversy.

"Although Zhao Feng is passive, at least he has not lost the slightest bit."

"Humph! What kind of hero is to keep dodging? It's wasting our time. The referee does this, there's nothing wrong with it!"

There was only a little controversy off the field.

Although some clan elders felt a little injustice, no one was willing to stand up for a branch child, and there was no need to offend Zhao Tianjian and his son.

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

Zhao Feng smiled instead of anger, and his figure fell down.

"Boy! Take my sword."

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

Zhao Tianjian stood with his hands behind his back, smiling silently.

At this moment, many people off the court, such as Zhao Kun and other disciples, had expressions of schadenfreude on their faces.

Zhao Xue looked at the familiar figure on the competition stage, sighed secretly, her expression was complicated, there was a hint of pity, and a hint of coldness.

laugh--

Seeing Zhao Yijian's "Cold Flow Sword", like a cold winter wind, it pierced the bone marrow and approached Zhao Feng.

Facing the sword of the advanced martial arts, Zhao Feng did not dodge or dodge.

"Angry Dragon Fist!"

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

Don't know the times!

Some clan elders on the viewing platform couldn't help shaking their heads.

"Ugh."

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 stream of swords, like a cold rainbow across the night sky, with a dazzling edge.

"open!"

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

huh~~

On Zhao Feng's arms and fists, there is a layer of light blue aura, magnificent and transparent, looming in the sunlight.

Suddenly.

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

Before the punch could reach his body, an invisible strong wind hit Zhao Yijian.

hum!

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

"What! That's..."

On the viewing platform, some of the elders of the family jumped in their hearts.

"It turned out to be..."

The chief referee "Teng" stood up, unable to suppress the excitement on his face.

not good!

Zhao Tianjian's expression changed greatly under the competition stage.

"what happened!"

Zhao Yijian was inexplicably depressed, had difficulty breathing, was oppressed by an invisible and unknown force, and even the speed of his own sword was greatly curbed.

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

when! click-

Zhao Yijian was shocked and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Dang!

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

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

"what!"

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

Such a scene shocked many Zhao clan disciples on the field.

huh~

Zhao Feng just finished punching, and the invisible force rushed in all directions, and the dust around it like a ripple circle, slowly fell to the ground.

I don't know how long it took, someone exclaimed: "Martial Dao Inner Strength!"

Martial arts inner strength!

I saw a light blue and transparent breath flashing away from Zhao Feng.