Facing Zhao Yijian's mockery, Zhao Feng sneered without saying a word.
People like Zhao Yijian indeed had strength, but he was arrogant and liked to look down on others.
Therefore, he didn't want to waste time talking, he just wanted to prove it with his actions.
Although Zhao Feng didn't say anything, his expression of being too lazy to respond still made Zhao Yijian unhappy and angry.
Some of the spectators were slightly stunned.
Zhao Yijian was already arrogant enough, but Zhao Feng's disdainful expression was even more lethal.
"Kid, if you don't say anything, I'll force you to speak."
Zhao Yijian's eyes were cold and gloomy.
Xiu Xiu!
The sword in his hand drew a cold current, its speed was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, it stabbed in front of Zhao Feng.
Zhao Yijian's first move was Cold Flowing Sword.
Although he was arrogant, he had noticed that Zhao Feng had the strength of a quasi-martial artist, and he didn't look down on his opponent as much as he seemed.
As soon as Zhao Yijian used his sword, Zhao Feng felt a bone-piercing chill, and his skin turned cold.
Puchi!
A cold current swept past Zhao Feng's shoulder at the risk of half an inch.
"What a tricky sword art! It's so fast that I can only see its afterimage. "
Zhao Feng dodged the sword, and his heart trembled.
If he only had the strength of a quasi-martial artist, it would be impossible for him to fight against Zhao Yijian who had mastered Cold Flowing Sword.
Zhao Feng didn't think that his defense was stronger than Zhao Yue's.
Whoosh!
He leaped up, and like a falling leaf, he jumped on the stage, distancing himself from Zhao Yijian.
Indeed, in terms of attack power, Zhao Feng couldn't fight against Cold Flowing Sword, unless he was like Zhao Yue and practiced a high level body strengthening martial art.
Where are you running to?
Zhao Yijian's face was shrouded in coldness. He leaped into the air and actually used Cold Flowing Sword in midair.
No matter how Zhao Feng tried to dodge, the cold current continued to lock onto him.
As expected of a high-ranked martial art with large success!
Zhao Feng knew that the peak level of the Angry Dragon Fists would not be able to withstand Zhao Yijian's Cold Flowing Sword.
"Cold Waterfall!"
The sword move in Zhao Yijian's hand suddenly changed, and the momentum of the sword rose sharply. The cold stream of sword shadows seemed to have transformed into an icy cold waterfall that swept towards the area where Zhao Feng was standing.
Not good!
Zhao Feng was in midair. Once he landed on the ground, it would be hard for him to dodge Zhao Yijian's AoE attack.
"What a Cold Flowing Sword! Those below the fourth stage of the Martial Path can already use area of effect attacks! "
"Looks like the outcome has been decided!"
Some of the seniors in the spectator stands cheered, praising Zhao Yijian.
"Get down here!"
Zhao Yijian's Cold Waterfall was filled with a violent sword light. The cold intent wreaked havoc as it swept towards Zhao Feng's lower body.
"Lightly Floating Space!"
Zhao Feng's eyes were like lightning. He took a deep breath and compressed the blood in his body. His body that was in midair suddenly gained strength.
Teng!
His body broke free from the restrictions of gravity, and he actually leaped twice in midair, dodging Zhao Yijian's attack.
How … How was this possible?
Zhao Yijian's attack missed. His face was blank as he watched Zhao Feng "Floating Space" step in midair, easily dodging the danger.
"What a good Zhao Feng! To be able to train Lightly Floating Ferry to such a level. "
The head judge stroked his white beard, his eyes shining brightly.
"Lightly Floating Space! This is indeed a movement technique from Lightly Floating Ferry. How did he do it? "
The martial artist who had trained Lightly Floating Ferry stood up, his face full of shock.
On the battling platform.
Zhao Yijian and Zhao Feng, one chasing and the other escaping, were extremely dangerous.
Seeing that Zhao Yijian's Cold Flowing Sword had reached the high level, his speed and power had increased greatly.
Zhao Feng was not bad either. Lightly Floating Ferry made his body as light as a feather. Although it looked like he was about to die, he was actually very relaxed.
Time passed slowly.
As Zhao Feng dodged, he searched for Zhao Yijian's weakness and counterattacked.
But he suddenly realised that he could not even get close to Zhao Yijian, or else he would face a terrifying killing move.
The Angry Dragon Fists that he had learnt so far could not directly take a blow from his opponent.
Even if he took one blow, he would be injured.
"Do I really have to use …"
Zhao Feng took a deep breath, and the Inner Strength in his body slightly moved, then disappeared.
Relying on the [Qi Concealing Technique], he was able to conceal his Inner Strength.
As he dodged, Zhao Feng suddenly focused his energy and activated the ability of his left eye.
Peng peng! Peng peng!
The moment his left eye activated, Zhao Feng entered a super vision interface.
Although Zhao Yijian's speed was fast, but in his eyes, it slowed down, and he could see everything clearly.
He could even see the changes in Zhao Yijian's body, and through the flow of his blood, he could predict where he would attack next.
Teng! Teng …
Zhao Feng dodged even more easily, and he was in an invincible position.
Angry Dragon Fists!
At a certain moment, Zhao Feng dodged a blow, and suddenly closed in, attacking Zhao Yijian.
"Cold Flowing Wind!"
The sword in Zhao Yijian's hand suddenly turned, and without dodging or defending, it pierced towards Zhao Feng's throat.
Zhao Feng felt helpless. Although he could find a chance to injure Zhao Yijian, but if he did that, he would not be able to dodge the other's sword.
"[Cold Flowing Sword] is too extreme, it only has offense, and no defense! The most troublesome thing is that he has trained this martial art to the high level, so there are very few flaws. I only have a fifty percent chance of winning. "
In Zhao Feng's mind, he calculated and analyzed.
The biggest difference between him and Zhao Yijian was the level of martial arts.
At this point, to win against Zhao Yijian, there were only two ways.
The first was to drag it out, drag it out, drag it out, drag it out until the opponent is exhausted.
Regarding this, Zhao Feng was confident, he had the help of his left eye, and he had trained Inner Strength, so he could last longer than Zhao Yijian.
The second was to use Inner Strength, and win by force!
Just as Zhao Feng was calculating in his mind.
"Judge, the two people on the stage are both talents, if this drags on for too long, there will be casualties, you can't afford to waste time."
Zhao Tianjian walked to the stage and said to the judge in a low voice.
Looking at the battle on the stage, Zhao Tianjian was worried for his son, Zhao Yijian.
Normally, even if he dragged it out, Zhao Yijian had at least a fifty to sixty percent chance of winning, but he didn't know why, but he had an uneasy feeling that he couldn't drag it out.
"This ….. But there is no clear winner yet."
The judge hesitated, but he didn't want to offend Zhao Tianjian.
Zhao Tianjian's cultivation had reached the sixth rank of the Martial Path, and his status was not low.
"The winner is not clear, but who has the upper hand, can't you see?"
Zhao Tianjian faintly smiled, and at the same time, signaled the judge with his eyes.
His meaning was clear, if this matter succeeds, there will be great rewards … …
"Fine."
The judge looked at the stage and said in a low voice: "Number 188 Zhao Feng, you are at a disadvantage, if you continue to drag it out, I have the right to make a decision."
That's possible?
Zhao Feng's heart was filled with anger.
The judge's decision was obviously leaning towards Zhao Yijian.
However, the judge didn't go against the rules, because the rules of the competition gave the judge the right to make a decision. For example, if it was a close fight, the judge could make a decision on his own to not delay the progress of the competition.
The judge's decision naturally caused some people to argue.
"Although Zhao Feng is in a passive position, at least he isn't losing."
"Hmph! What kind of hero is he if he keeps dodging? He's wasting our time. The judge is right! "
There was only a small dispute.
Although some of the elders felt that it was unfair, no one was willing to stand up for a branch family disciple, and there was no need to offend Zhao Tianjian and his son.
"Fine! I won't dodge then! "
Zhao Feng didn't get angry, instead, he smiled and floated down.
"Kid! Take my sword! "
Zhao Yijian rejoiced in his heart and looked gratefully at his father.
Zhao Tianjian stood with his hands behind his back, smiling.
At this moment, many people, such as Zhao Kun and the other disciples, had gloating expressions.
Zhao Xue looked at the familiar figure on the stage and sighed inwardly. Her expression was complicated, with a trace of pity and a trace of coldness.
Chi — —
Zhao Yijian's Cold Flowing Sword was like the winter wind, piercing to the bone as it approached Zhao Feng.
Facing the sword of a high ranked martial art, Zhao Feng didn't dodge.
"Angry Dragon Fist!"
The anger in Zhao Feng's heart flowed like a river and merged into his fist.
You don't know what's good for you!
Some of the elders couldn't help but shake their heads.
"Sigh."
The white-bearded judge also sighed.
"Hahaha! A mantis trying to stop a chariot, it's useless, break … "
Zhao Yijian laughed and waved his sword. It was like a cold rainbow in the night sky, sharp to the eyes.
"Open!"
Zhao Feng took a deep breath, and a powerful aura burst out from his body.
Hu …
A layer of light green aura surged on Zhao Feng's arm and fist. It was beautiful and transparent, faintly discernible under the sunlight.
Suddenly.
Zhao Feng felt that the speed and power of his punch had broken through a limit, breaking the limits of his body.
Before the fist could even reach Zhao Yijian, a formless gust of wind hit him.
Woosh!
With Zhao Feng as the center, the dust particles around him were shaken and floated into the air.
"What! That's … "
Some of the elders on the stage were shocked.
"It's …"
The judge stood up, unable to suppress the excitement on his face.
Not good!
Zhao Tianjian's expression changed drastically.
"What's going on!"
Zhao Yijian felt an inexplicable pressure, and he found it hard to breathe. He was being suppressed by an unknown force, and even the speed of his sword was greatly restricted.
In his eyes, Zhao Feng's fist seemed to be accompanied by a roaring storm dragon ….
Dang! Crack — —
Zhao Yijian's body shook, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Clang!
The sword in his hand broke into two pieces, and they fell to the ground.
Moreover, there was an invisible force that flowed into his body through the sword.
"Ah!"
Zhao Yijian let out a cry of pain. His arm was broken, and he was sent flying a dozen meters away before he fell to the ground.
Such a scene shocked the disciples of the Zhao Clan.
Hu …
As soon as Zhao Feng finished his punch, the invisible force spread in all directions, and the surrounding dust particles slowly fell to the ground.
After a while, someone shouted, "Martial Path Inner Force!"
Martial Path Inner Force!
A light green aura flashed across Zhao Feng's body.
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