Facing Zhao Yijian's ridicule and contempt, Zhao Feng sneered and said nothing.
People like Zhao Yijian do have strength, but they are arrogant and proud and like to look at people through their nostrils.
Therefore, he is too lazy to talk nonsense and just wants to prove everything with practical actions.
Although Zhao Feng did not speak, his expression of being too lazy to respond still made Zhao Yijian feel unhappy and secretly angry.
Some of the spectators outside the field were slightly stunned.
Zhao Yijian was already arrogant enough, but Zhao Feng's disdainful expression was even more "silent than loud" and even more lethal.
"Boy, shut up and don't speak, I will force you to speak out later."
Zhao Yijian's eyes were dark and cold.
Clang!
The sword in his hand cut through a cold current at an extremely fast speed and struck in front of Zhao Feng in the blink of an eye.
As soon as he took action, Zhao Yijian used "Cold Current Sword".
Although he was arrogant, after watching the battle before, he found that Zhao Feng had the strength of a quasi-warrior, and he was not as underestimating the enemy as he appeared on the surface.
As soon as Zhao Yijian's sword move came out, Zhao Feng felt a biting chill and his skin became cold.
Poof!
An icy cold current passed by Zhao Feng's shoulder at half an inch.
"What a tricky swordsmanship! It's so fast that you can only see the afterimage."
Zhao Feng dodged the sword and felt a shiver in his heart.
If you only rely on the strength of a quasi-warrior, it will be difficult to match Zhao Yijian, who has mastered "Lengliu Sword".
Zhao Feng would not think that his defense could be stronger than Zhao Yue.
bass!
He jumped up, as light as a fallen leaf, leaping in mid-air on the competition stage, and distanced himself from Zhao Yijian.
Indeed, in terms of attack power, Zhao Feng cannot match "Lengliu Sword" unless he, like Zhao Yue, has practiced advanced body-refining martial arts.
Where to run!
Zhao Yijian's face was filled with coldness, and he leaped forward and actually used "Cold Current Sword" in mid-air.
No matter how Zhao Feng dodges, the cold current will always remain locked on him.
It is truly a master of advanced martial arts!
Zhao Feng knew that the "Raging Dragon Fist" at its peak level could not withstand Zhao Yijian's "Cold Current Sword".
"Cold waterfall!"
The sword moves in Zhao Yijian's hand suddenly changed, and the power of the sword surged. The cold sword shadow seemed to turn into an icy waterfall, sweeping towards the area where Zhao Feng was standing.
not good!
Zhao Feng was in mid-air, and once he landed, it would be difficult to avoid Zhao Yijian's range.
"What a "Lengliu Sword"! Below the fourth level of martial arts, you can already launch ranged moves!"
"It seems the situation has been decided!"
Some senior members of the clan on the viewing platform cheered and praised Zhao Yijian very much.
"Get down here!"
Zhao Yijian's "Cold Waterfall" created a violent sword light, and the coldness was raging, sweeping towards Zhao Feng's lower body.
"Piaolingxudu!"
Zhao Feng's eyes were as bright as lightning, he took a deep breath, the energy and blood in his body compressed and swirled, and his body in mid-air suddenly gained strength out of thin air.
Teng!
His body escaped the limitations of gravity and leaped twice in the void, evading Zhao Yijian's blockade in one leap.
How can this be?
Zhao Yijian's killing move missed, his face was dull, and he watched Zhao Feng take a step out of thin air and calmly avoid the crisis.
"What a Zhao Feng! He has actually mastered "Piao Ling Du" to such an extent."
The chief referee stroked his white beard with his hand and his eyes were dazzling.
"Piao Ling Xu Du! This is indeed the secret skill of lightening one's body in "Piao Ling Du". How did he do it?"
The warrior who had practiced "Piao Ling Du" before suddenly stood up with a surprised look on his face.
On the fighting stage.
Zhao Yijian and Zhao Feng, chasing and escaping, are surrounded by dangers and thrilling.
Seeing Zhao Yijian's "Lengliu Sword" gradually reaching Dacheng, its speed and power increased significantly.
Zhao Feng is not bad either. A set of "Piao Ling Ferry" allows him to be as light as a feather and float in the air. It seems that he has a narrow escape from death, but in fact he is calm and comfortable.
Time passes little by little.
In the process of escaping, Zhao Feng looked for Zhao Yijian's flaws and counterattacked.
But he was shocked to find that he could not get close to Zhao Yijian at all, otherwise he would face a terrible killing move.
The "Raging Dragon Fist" he is currently learning cannot catch the opponent's sword head-on.
Even if he takes a sword directly, he will be injured.
"Do I have to use..."
Zhao Feng took a deep breath, and the martial arts energy lurking in his body moved slightly and disappeared again.
Relying on the "Hidden Qi Jue", he concealed his inner strength in martial arts.
At the moment of leaping and dodging, Zhao Feng suddenly concentrated his energy and activated his left eye ability.
Thump! Thump!
The moment he moved his left eye, Zhao Feng entered a super visual interface.
Although Zhao Yijian's speed was fast, in his eyes, it slowed down and he saw it very clearly.
He can even capture the changes in Qi and blood in Zhao Yijian's body, and predict the direction of his next attack through the surge of Qi and blood.
steaming……
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, but Leng Buding bullied him and counterattacked Zhao Yijian.
"Cold fluidized wind!"
The sword in Zhao Yijian's hand suddenly turned around and without hesitation, it pierced Zhao Feng's throat.
Zhao Feng felt helpless. Even though he found an opening and could injure Zhao Yijian, he would not be able to avoid the opponent's throat-piercing sword.
"The sword of "Lengliu Sword" is too extreme, with only offense and no defense! The most difficult thing is that he has practiced this martial arts to a great level, with very few flaws. If I want to win by danger, I only have 50% chance of winning.
grasp."
Zhao Feng's mind tells calculations and analysis.
The biggest difference between him and Zhao Yijian is the level of martial arts.
At this point, there are only two ways to steadily defeat Zhao Yijian.
The first method is to drag, keep dragging, until the opponent is exhausted.
Regarding this, Zhao Feng is confident. He has the help of his left eye, and he has also cultivated martial arts inner strength and long-lasting energy, which is better than Zhao Yijian.
The second method is to use the inner strength of martial arts to win with force!
Just when Zhao Feng was making calculations in his mind.
"Referee, the two people on the stage are both talented people in the clan. If the delay is too long and there are casualties, 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 was worried for his son Zhao Yijian.
According to common sense, Zhao Yijian had at least a 50% to 60% chance of winning even if he delayed, but for some reason, he felt uneasy due to his intuition and could not continue to delay.
"This...but they didn't have a clear winner."
The referee hesitated for a moment, feeling a little embarrassed, but he did not dare to offend Zhao Tianjian easily.
Zhao Tianjian's cultivation level has reached the sixth level of martial arts. He is a middle-to-high-level person in the clan and has a high status.
"The outcome is not obvious, but who has the upper hand? Can't you tell?"
Zhao Tianjian smiled slightly and secretly winked at the referee.
The meaning is very obvious. If this happens, I will be grateful...
"All right."
The referee cast his gaze on the stage and said solemnly: "No. 188 Zhao Feng, you are already at a disadvantage. If the delay continues, this referee has the right to make a decision."
Is this okay?
Unknown anger arose in Zhao Feng's heart.
The referee's decision was obviously in favor of Zhao Yijian.
However, the referee does not obviously violate the principle, because the rules of the competition allow the referee to have a certain degree of freedom in making decisions. For example, in order to avoid delaying the progress of the game, the referee can make decisions on his own for some hard-to-win battles.
The referee's decision naturally caused controversy among some people.
"Although Zhao Feng is passive, at least he is not defeated at all."
"Hmph! What kind of hero do you think you are if you keep dodging? It wastes our time. There is nothing wrong with what the referee did!"
There was just some minor controversy off the court.
Although some family elders felt a little unfair, no one was willing to stand up for a clan member, let alone offend Zhao Tianjian and his son.
"Okay! If you don't want to hide, don't hide!"
Zhao Feng smiled instead of being angry, and his body fell down.
"Boy! Take my sword."
Zhao Yijian was secretly happy and glanced gratefully at his father in the audience.
Zhao Tianjian stood with his hands behind his back, smiling and saying nothing.
At this moment, many people in the audience, such as Zhao Kun and other disciples, had expressions of gloating on their faces.
Zhao Xue looked at the familiar figure on the competition stage and sighed secretly, with a complicated expression, including a trace of pity and a hint of coldness.
laugh--
Seeing Zhao Yijian's "Cold Current Sword", like the cold winter wind, piercing the bone marrow, approaching Zhao Feng.
Faced with a sword from a master of advanced martial arts, Zhao Feng could not dodge.
"Raging Dragon Fist!"
The anger in Zhao Feng's heart, along with the surging Qi and blood, merged into a roaring punch.
Ignorant of current affairs!
Some family elders on the viewing platform couldn't help but shake their heads.
"well."
The white-bearded referee also sighed.
"Hahaha! The mantis arm is used as a cart, it's useless, break it for me -"
Zhao Yijian gave a long laugh and waved a stream of sword, 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.
Phew~~
On Zhao Feng's arms and fists, a layer of light green aura surged, magnificent and transparent, looming under the sunlight.
Suddenly.
Zhao Feng felt that the speed and power of his punches exploded, breaking through a shackles and breaking the original limitations of the physical body.
Before the punch could reach his body, an invisible strong wind hit Zhao Yijian.
Buzz!
With Zhao Feng as the center, the surrounding dust particles vibrated and floated into the air under the invisible force.
"What! That's..."
On the viewing platform, some family elders were very excited.
"It turned out to be..."
The referee stood up suddenly, unable to suppress the excitement on his face.
not good!
Zhao Tianjian's expression changed drastically under the competition stage.
"what happened!"
Zhao Yijian felt inexplicably depressed and had difficulty breathing. He was oppressed by an invisible and unknown force. Even the speed at which he drew his sword was greatly curbed.
In his vision, Zhao Feng's punch seemed to lead a roaring storm dragon...
Dang! Click——
Zhao Yijian was shaken and spit out a mouthful of blood.
Bang!
The sword in his hand broke into two pieces and fell to the ground.
Moreover, there was an invisible force rushing into his body along the sword.
"ah!"
Zhao Yijian screamed and groaned, his arm was shattered, and he flew more than ten meters away and rolled to the ground.
Such a scene shocked many of the Zhao clan's disciples on the scene.
Phew~
Just after Zhao Feng finished his punch, invisible power surged in all directions, and dust like ripple circles slowly fell to the ground.
I don’t know how long it took, but someone exclaimed: “The inner strength of martial arts!”
Inner strength of martial arts!
I saw a light green and transparent aura, flashing away from Zhao Feng.