Chapter 9 The Strongest in the Mysterious Realm of the Flesh
Xin Zhao walked out of the crowd and came to the front of everyone.
"Let me do it."
His whisper, in this quiet night, was so clear and powerful, resounding in everyone's heart.
At this time, in the dark night, a distant star suddenly lit up.
"Who is this?"
someone asked.
"He is Zhao Xin, the first place in this outer sect competition, and..."
Someone in the crowd wanted to tell Xin Zhao's name and origin, but was interrupted by a cold voice.
"Xin Zhao was born in a commonplace place, and in the past he was nothing more than a dandy and a good-for-nothing."
In the corner, Huang Yan looked contemptuous.
"well."
There was a slight sigh, and people felt disappointed.
Ming Heng, the number one in the outer sect, was defeated, and Wuman, the genius of the inner sect, was also defeated. Can he, Xin Zhao, defy the will of heaven?
The people in the Immortal Sect shook their heads and sighed.
"You are strong, but this Mount Tai is even stronger. The king's physique despises all talents. It is a supreme existence. You will die. Stay back."
Ming Heng's face was pale, he had just been seriously injured and stopped Zhao Xin's progress.
"It's okay, I'm sure."
Xin Zhao smiled and said confidently.
As soon as he finished speaking, he crossed Mingheng, raised his toes and continued walking forward. Every time he landed, he tried to avoid flowers and stepped on the soil as much as possible, but the loose trousers hanging down would always wipe the tender petals.
Petals fell one by one, and when they were about ten feet away from Mount Tai, the fragrance of thousands of flowers seemed to be filling his feet, and he stopped.
Looking at Zhao Xin walking by, everyone in the Immortal Sect did not stop him again. Maybe they chose to believe it, or maybe they tried to persuade him to no avail and chose to sit on the sidelines.
Everyone's eyes fell on Xin Zhao's figure, and their hearts seemed to beat with each step they took.
Xin Zhao looked up at the starry sky of the dark night and the bright silver moon, then looked at the attic not far away, and finally set his sights on Mount Tai.
"Ignorant person! You know that I have the blood of the Golden King in my body, but a humble ant like you actually has the courage to stand up and challenge me!?"
Taishan was so arrogant that he pointed his sword at Zhao Xin and stared at him.
Everyone in the crowd changed their expressions when they heard this, and were extremely shocked. For them, the physique of a king is like a mountain that they can only look up at and out of reach for a lifetime!
They didn't even dare to have any hope that Xin Zhao could win, and at the same time they were glad that it wasn't them who stepped forward.
"The only real strength is your own strength. Bloodline, status, and talent are all false!"
Xin Zhao pretends to be calm, talks about great principles, and talks nonsense, but the people of Zaun are never afraid.
"How ridiculous!"
Taishan sneered, his momentum rising, and the golden sword in his hand was about to be chopped down at any time.
Xin Zhao's expression was very calm, his eyes were very clear, he just stood quietly, he stretched out his fingers, and tiny lights surrounded his fingers.
Taishan looked at Xin Zhao indifferently and said contemptuously: "You are just a mortal, but your king's physique is invincible!"
As he spoke, the aura of monstrous golden blood turned into a coercion and pressed towards Xin Zhao.
Xin Zhao's face remained calm, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, a bit sarcastic, and was not affected by Taishan's pressure at all.
Under the shocked gazes of everyone, he looked as calm as anyone, and his dark red blood soared into the sky, colliding with Taishan's golden blood.
"He has improved more than he did a month ago, and now he has reached the peak of Tianyuan."
"He has good talent, and it is rare to be able to do this in one month."
Ming Heng's expression changed slightly.
"He stayed in Elder Wang Qiankun's courtyard for a month."
Someone said.
"This makes sense, but he can't compare to the Golden King Body."
Ming Heng was immediately relieved.
Then his face froze, because Xin Zhao's blood energy and the golden king's body were not weak at all.
Ming Heng fell silent, with no emotion on his face. Luo Yu stared at Zhao Xin closely, brilliant colors bursting out of his beautiful eyes. Bai Yunfei's expression was a bit dull, unable to conceal the surprised light in his eyes, while Huang Yan's face fell.
Okay, a little unwilling!
Everyone in the crowd couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. He could compete with the king's physique in energy and blood without losing. Is this Zhao Xin also extraordinary?
Taishan's face was a little ugly, and Xin Zhao's always calm expression and mocking smile made him unbearable, and he felt like he was being teased.
He recalled that half a year ago, in the summer filled with the chirping of cicadas, he met Jiang Daoling with the crash of a thunder. He was fourteen years old at that time. With his kingly physique, he looked down upon his peers and was the strongest in the history of that family.
genius……
He focused his attention on Xin Zhao again. This man was just a mortal, why could he compete with him in terms of vitality and blood?
Is it possible that his cultivation level is simply higher than his?
Taishan began to look at Xin Zhao doubtfully, and everyone's eyes naturally had such doubts, and they all looked at Xin Zhao.
Xin Zhao raised his chin, his black hair flying, and said proudly: "He is born! You mortals will not envy him!"
Everyone was speechless and clenched their fists slightly, wanting to step forward and give this brat a slap in the face.
They don't believe in innateness. A few months ago, Zhao Xin was obviously a seventh-level talent, so how could he have an extraordinary physique?
They think it's more that Xin Zhao has received great fortune.
"go to hell!"
Taishan's cold and arrogant voice sounded.
Xin Zhao did not answer Taishan's words, and was fiddling with the light surrounding his fingers. The dimly lit place where he stood gradually became brighter.
Golden blood overflowed from his body surface, and petals floating in the air were instantly burned when they touched the golden blood.
Taishan's face was gloomy, his short body was slightly hunched, and the golden color spread all around. His whole person looked like a dormant ferocious beast, giving people a strong sense of oppression.
Xin Zhao looked at Mount Tai, still standing on the same spot. The light surrounding his fingers suddenly dispersed and disappeared. Xin Zhao's face showed a distressed look, he held his cheek with his right hand, and let out a long sigh, as if
What to regret.
Taishan's face turned livid, and Xin Zhao's careless expression and behavior disgusted him to the point of disgust, and a heavy breathing sound came from the tip of his nose.
"die!"
Taishan shouted angrily, golden blood filling his whole body, and the golden sword in his hand struck with the power of shattering the sky, tearing apart the spring breeze that was coming in front of him, and came with a scorching breath.
Xin Zhao pulled out his spear, and then made a piercing movement toward the front. This movement was not fancy at all and was extremely simple.
A crisp sound of "Cang!" sounded.
The gun and sword collided with each other, and then cracks appeared at the joints between the sword bodies. There were a few clicks, and the cracks spread across the sword body. The gun and sword were disconnected at the same time. Half of the sword tip quickly pierced the air and fell to the ground.
far away.
Xin Zhao was hit by the oncoming momentum and took a few steps back, accidentally stepping on a few flowers. Taishan stood there, his fierce momentum still continuing.
Xin Zhao discarded the broken spear in his hand, coughed a few times, steadied his body, looked around, and finally settled on a few trampled flowers in front of him.
His expression was a little confused and sad. Under the moonlight, he stood on a sea of flowers, shaking his head and sighing.
She seemed to be grieving for a few flowers that had been trampled to death.
I have to say that this scene is very damaging to the girl.
I feel that Zhao Xin is really a handsome, sentimental and handsome man, like a descendant of an immortal, with an ethereal temperament.
The moonlight from the corner of his eyes glanced at everyone's reactions, and Xin Zhao secretly nodded.
Taishan on the other side did not feel excited because he had the upper hand. Instead, he looked at the broken golden sword in his hand. His face was full of sadness, and the anger in his eyes was even stronger. He wished he could kill Xin Zhao with one sword!
This sword was a gift from his father when he became a disciple. He liked this gift very much and cherished it very much.
After half a cup of tea, both of them came to their senses.
"I underestimate you! You can actually block my sword, but this should be all your strength, but I haven't even used half of it!"
Taishan said sadly, he walked to a safe area and gently put down the broken golden sword in his hand.
The people around him couldn't help but be shocked. The powerful sword blow just now was not Taishan's strongest blow.
"Xin Zhao is in danger!"
Ming Heng frowned.
"He shouldn't die."
Xing Sheng frowned and clenched his hands in his long sleeves.
"He will definitely win." Luo Yu smiled sweetly and charmingly.
"The boss is invincible!"
Wang Xiaoer firmly believes.
"I underestimated you too."
Xin Zhao said to Taishan angrily.
"How dare you speak nonsense! It's useless to talk more! In order to commemorate my broken sword, I will let you be the same as it!"
Mount Tai's golden blood surged up, and the vitality all over his body condensed. There were sounds of wind and rain in the body, and thunder roared faintly. This is when the vitality is condensed to a certain extent, and strange phenomena will occur.
Taishan charged forward. His explosive power was amazing. Wherever his feet landed, there was a dent. In just a few feet of sprinting, a gust of wind blew in front of him. He jumped in front of Xin Zhao and jumped in front of him.
The punch fell.
The golden blood is wrapped around this fist, carrying a terrifying violent wind, and faintly flashing with lightning. This is not some magical power or martial skill, but a strange phenomenon caused by pure power.
This time Taishan used all his strength to deliver this merciless blow.
Seeing this, Ming Heng wanted to go up and stop him. He felt that Xin Zhao should admit defeat. This blow might at least seriously injure Xin Zhao. At this time, Jiang Yuan's eyes moved to him. The figure who was about to step forward hesitated for a moment and then paused.
Come down, because he knew Jiang Yuan would also take action, he clenched the fists in his hands tighter.
The Wuman had been beaten to a pulp before, but how could this more handsome young man resist now? It was foreseeable that his childish face would be splattered with blood, and among the people in the sea of flowers, there were already girls covering their faces, unable to bear to look at him anymore.
The strong wind blew away Xin Zhao's black hair, and the impact caused a dull pain on the side of his face, and his chest was so compressed that he couldn't breathe. This feeling was uncomfortable, so Xin Zhao moved.
The same blood flowed out of the body, but it was dark red. A layer of wind waves rolled out, and several petals rose with the wind. Taishan's fist appeared in Zhao Xin's eyes, and his eyes became fierce and fierce.
Then a jade-like fist appeared in front of Taishan's bronze fist.
This fist is also wrapped with blood, carrying strong wind, and flashing with electric light, but the strong wind is more violent and the electric light is more dazzling.
Immediately afterwards, there was a strange cry of pain, fear, and some confusion.
That jade-colored fist was vulnerable to a blow. The surface where Taishan's fist met instantly cracked, with countless cracks appearing, blood spurting out, and white bones visible!
These cracks spread to his wrists, and his wrist bones suddenly broke.
There were a few clicks and the sound of breaking continued, and the bones of his forearm were broken without any accident.
Before the arm dropped weakly, a scream of extreme pain rang out, and a mouthful of blood burst out from between his lips, falling just on the flower that Xin Zhao had stepped on.
The terrifying power did not stop, and the fists wrapped with red blood energy continued to bombard Taishan's body. With a loud bang, Taishan's body was severely knocked away and flew further into the sea of flowers.
Taishan's face was as pale as snow, and his eyes were full of fear and confusion.
The scene in front of him was blurry, and he didn't know what happened. He fell into the dirt for a moment, but he knew that he lost, completely defeated.
The expressions of the people in the sea of flowers were stunned and stunned for a moment. The night in early spring was very calm, and occasionally a few breezes blew by and rolled up a few petals.
The calmer the night became, the more shocked the center of the crowd was. Looking at the slim body and handsome face in the purple dress, it was even more difficult for people to believe the reality in front of them. Some people thought that Xin Zhao would be defeated and wanted him to admit defeat. Some people thought that Xin Zhao would be defeated.
Zhao Xinhui was lying in a pool of blood with splatters of blood, and he couldn't even bear to look at him.
But in the end, to everyone's surprise, it was Taishan who lost, and it was Taishan who fell into the dirt and howled.
It took a long time for everyone to react. With Jiang Yuan's eyes reflecting, Zhao Xin walked up to Taishan who was in pain on the ground.