King of Gods Chapter 24: Outer first (top)

In the face of Zhao Yijian's ridicule and scorn, Zhao Feng sneered.

Zhao Yijian people do have strength, they can be arrogant and proud, and like to see people with their nostrils.

So, he is too lazy to talk nonsense, just want to prove everything with practical action.

Zhao Feng didn't speak, but his expression of laziness still made Zhao Yijian unhappy and angry.

Some spectators off the field are slightly wrong.

Zhao Yijian already is arrogant enough, and the expression that Zhao Feng ignores is even more "silent than sound", which is more lethal.

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

Zhao Yijian looks at gloomy cold and severe.

Oh!

In his hand, Treasure Sword streaks experienced a cold and cold current, speed strangely quick, and stabbed in front of Zhao Feng in a blink of an eye.

As soon as gets rid, Zhao Yijian will perform Cold Flowing Sword.

Although he was arrogant, before watching the game, he found that Zhao Feng has the strength of quasi-Martial Artist.

As soon as Zhao Yijian's sword moves, Zhao Feng will feel a bitter chill, and skin will get cold.

Puchi!

A ice-cold cold current, passing by the shoulder of Zhao Feng's at half-inch risk.

"Good tricks! You can only see afterimage at high speed."

Zhao Feng escaped a sword, his heart was stunned.

If only strength of Martial Artist is used, it will be hard to match Zhao Yijian of "Cold Flowing Sword" great accomplishment.

Zhao Feng does not think that its own defense is better than Zhao Yue.

Oh!

He jumped figure, fluttering like a leaf, and leap in midair of Biwutai, opening distance with Zhao Yijian.

Indeed, in terms of attack, Zhao Feng cannot match Cold Flowing Sword, unless he is as Zhao Yue and cultivate has High Level Body Tempering Martial Art.

Where to run!

Zhao Yijian's face shrouded in chill, and figure took a leap. It even showed "Cold Flowing Sword" in midair.

No matter how Zhao Feng dodges, the cold chill always locks in.

Worthy/Deserve to be called is High Rank Martial Art great accomplishment!

Zhao Feng knows that Angry Dragon Fist with Peak Realm cannot resist Cold Flowing Sword with Zhao Yijian.

"Cold stream waterfall!"

The sword moves in Zhao Yijian suddenly changed, and the sword surged. The cold current sword shadow turned into a hanging waterfall of ice-cold and swept towards the foothold range where Zhao Feng was located.

Not good!

Zhao Feng is in midair. Once landing, it is difficult to avoid the range blockade of Zhao Yijian.

"Good Cold Flowing Sword! Below Martial Path Fourth Layer, already can launch range's moves!"

"It looks like the situation is fixed!"

Senior in some races on the battle platform, applauded again and again, praised Zhao Yijian.

"Give me down!"

Zhao Yijian's "cold current waterfall", a violent sword light, chill raging, sweeping towards Zhao Feng's.

"Lightly Floating Spatial Ferry!"

Zhao Feng's eyes are like electricity, takes a deep breath, whole body, blood and compression gyration, figure in midair, suddenly out of thin air vitality.

Teng!

His figure broke away from the limitation of gravity, and made a second leap in void, and escaped the blockade of Zhao Yijian in a leap.

This ... how is that possible?

Zhao Yijian's killing strike flew in the air, complexion was dull, and watched Zhao Feng out of thin air "empty crossing" one step to calmly escape the crisis.

"A good Zhao Feng! Actually brought" Lightly Floating Ferry "cultivate to such an extent."

The chief referee stroked white beard, his eyes were dazzling.

"Lightly Floating Spatial Ferry! This is indeed Light Body secret skill in Lightly Floating Ferry. How did he do it?"

The Martial Artist who had previously cultivate passed "Lightly Floating Ferry" stood up and was surprised.

On the contest stage.

Zhao Yijian and Zhao Feng, chasing and escaping.

I saw Zhao Yijian's "Cold Flowing Sword" gradually climbing to great accomplishment, and the speed and power increased significantly.

Zhao Feng is not bad, a set of "Lightly Floating Ferry" makes him as light as a feather, midair leaps, seeming to die a lifetime, in fact calm and comfortable.

Time passes by.

Zhao Feng searches for the flaws in Zhao Yijian and fights back during the evasion.

But he was shocked to find that he could not approach Zhao Yijian at all, otherwise he would face a terrible killing strike.

The "Angry Dragon Fist" he has learned so far cannot receive a sword from the other side.

Even if he hardens a sword, he will be injured.

"don't tell me must be used ..."

Zhao Feng takes a deep breath, Martial Path Inner Strength, which is dormant in the body, moves slightly and disappears.

With Hidden Air Secret Art, he hides his Martial Path Inner Strength.

At the moment of leap and dodge, Zhao Feng suddenly concentrated and activated its left eye ability.

Oh! Huh!

The left eye urges that moment, Zhao Feng enters into the, a super vision interface.

The speed of Zhao Yijian is fast, but in his eyes, it slows down and looks really real.

He can even capture the changes of qi and blood in Zhao Yijian, and predict the position of his next attack by qi and blood surge.

Teng! Teng ...

Zhao Feng's dodges, it is more relaxed and comfortable, standing completely in the place of undefeated.

Angry Dragon Fist!

For a moment, Zhao Feng escaped a sword, cold and bullying, and counterattacked Zhao Yijian.

"Cold fluidized wind!"

Zhao Yijian revolves with a sword in his hand, without hiding or defending, piercing the throat of Zhao Feng's.

Zhao Feng was helpless. Although he found a gap, he could injure Zhao Yijian, but if that was the case, he couldn't escape the opponent's throat.

"" Cold Flowing Sword "is too extreme, only offensive, no defense! The most difficult thing is that he used this set of martial art cultivate to great accomplishment. The flaw is very small. I want to win by risk. I have only 50% confidence. . "

Zhao Feng's mind, telling the calculation and analysis.

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

To this day, there are only two ways to stabilize Zhao Yijian.

The first method-dragging, dragging non-stop until the other party exhausts.

For this, Zhao Feng is confident. He has left eye assistance, and cultivate out of Martial Path Inner Strength. His pulse is longer than Zhao Yijian.

The second way-use Martial Path Inner Strength to win!

Just when Zhao Feng was thinking.

"Referee, the two on the stage are all materials that can be made in the clan. If you delay too long and there are casualties, you can't afford to delay."

Zhao Tianjian whispered to the referee.

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

According to common sense, even if dragging, Zhao Yijian has at least 50 to 60% of odds of success, but for some reason, he has a kind of uneasiness stemming from intuition and cannot continue dragging on.

"It's ... but they didn't make a clear difference."

The referee hesitated a little, and was a little bit embarrassed, but he didn't dare to offend Zhao Tianjian easily.

Zhao Tianjian's cultivation base has reached Martial Path Sixth Layer.

"The outcome is not obvious, but who has the upper hand and don't tell me cannot see it?"

Zhao Tianjian smiled slightly and winked at the referee.

The meaning is very obvious. If this thing is done, there will be heavy thanks ...

"Okay."

The referee set his eyes on the stage, said solemnly: "No. 188 Zhao Feng, you already fell into the downwind. If the delay continues, this referee has the right to make a judgment."

Is this OK?

Zhao Feng burst into anonymity.

The referee's decision is obviously inclined to Zhao Yijian.

However, the referee does not obviously violate the principle, because the rules of the trial give the referee a certain freedom of judgment. For example, for some difficult points, the referee can make a decision in order not to delay the game.

The decision of the referee naturally caused some controversy.

"Zhao Feng, despite being passive, has not lost at least."

"Huh! non-stop's dodging is a hero, it's delayed our time, the referee did it, there is nothing wrong!"

There are only minor controversies off the court.

Although some Clan elders feel some injustice, no one is willing to take the lead for a Branch Clan disciple, let alone offend Zhao Tianjian father and son.

"OK! Don't hide, don't hide!"

Zhao Feng smiles without anger and figure falls down.

"Boy! Take my sword."

Zhao Yijian was secretly pleased and looked at his father under a glance.

Zhao Tianjian stands with a negative hand and smiles.

At this moment, many people on the field, such as Zhao Kun and other children, have to rejoice in other people's misfortunes expressions on their faces.

Zhao Xue visually compared the familiar figure on the stage with a secret sigh, complex expression, a touch of pity, and a trace of cold intention.

嗤 ——

Seeing "Cold Flowing Sword" of Zhao Yijian, such as winter cold wind, piercing the bone marrow, approach Zhao Feng in front of him.

In the face of the sword of High Rank Martial Art great accomplishment, Zhao Feng will not hide.

"Angry Dragon Fist!"

The anger in Zhao Feng's heart, with to rush forth's blood and blood, merged into the punch of howling.

Unconscious of current affairs!

Some of the Clan elders on the viewing platform, can not help shook his head.

"唉."

white beard The referee also sighed.

"Hahaha! a mantis trying to stop a chariot, useless, break it for me-"

Zhao Yijian laughed a long time, waving a stream of swords, like a cold rainbow across the night sky, sharp light dazzling.

"On!"

Zhao Feng takes a deep breath, to rush forth's blood, suddenly burst out a strong aura.

Hoo ~~

Zhao Feng's On the arm and fist, a layer of light green aura surges, magnificient is transparent, looming in the sun.

Slowly.

Zhao Feng felt that his punching speed and strength broke out, breakthrough was a slap, breaking the original restriction of fleshly body.

One punch is not yet available, invisible wind, assault to Zhao Yijian body.

Hum!

With Zhao Feng as the center, the dust particles around it will float to midair under the invisible strength.

"What! that's ..."

On the watching platform, some Clan elders were very excited.

"It turns out ..."

The referee "Teng" stood up, and it was difficult to suppress the excitement on his face.

Not good!

Compared with Zhao Tianjian and complexion under the stage.

"What's going on!"

Zhao Yijian is inexplicably depressed, has difficulty breathing, and is oppressed by an invisible unknown strength. Even the speed of his sword is greatly curbed.

In his vision, Zhao Feng's punched, as if to lead was holding a roaring stormy dragon ...

When! snap ——

Zhao Yijian figure trembled and spit out blood.

Dang!

The Treasure Sword in his hand was broken into two pieces and fell to the ground.

Also, there is an invisible force, rushing into his body along Treasure Sword.

"Ah!"

Zhao Yijian screamed grunt, his arm was broken, and the whole person flew a dozen meters across and fell to the ground.

This scene shocked many Zhao Clan children on the field.

Hoo ~

Zhao Feng has just finished a punch, and the invisible strength rushes in all directions, and the dust around it is slowly falling to the ground.

I do n’t know how long, who exclaimed: "Martial Path Inner Strength!"

Martial Path Inner Strength!

I saw a light green transparent aura, which passed away from Zhao Feng body flashes.