MTL - King of Gods-Chapter 24 Outer layer first (top)

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

Zhao Yijian is such a person, the strength is indeed there, can be arrogant and proud, like to see people with nostrils.

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

Although Zhao Feng did not speak, but his untidy expression, still makes Zhao Yijian unhappy, angry and dark.

Some of the spectators on the field are slightly wrong.

Zhao Yijian is already arrogant enough, and Zhao Feng’s disdainful expression is even more "soundless and vocal" and more lethal.

"Kid, you shut up and don't speak, I will force you to make a sound."

Zhao Yijian's eyes are gloomy and cold.

Hey!

The sword in his hand crossed a cold cold current, and the speed was very fast. He blinked in front of Zhao Feng.

As soon as he shot, Zhao Yijian displayed "Cold Flow Sword".

Although he was arrogant, but before the battle, he found that Zhao Feng has the strength of the paramilitary, not as light as the surface.

Zhao Yijian’s sword was taken out, and Zhao Feng felt a bit of chill and cold skin.

Hey!

An icy cold current, passing by Zhao Feng's shoulders with a half-inch risk.

"Good swordsmanship! You can only see the afterimages at a fast speed."

Zhao Feng escaped a sword and his heart glimpsed.

If only the strength of the paramilitary, it is hard to match Zhao Yijian of "Cold Flow Sword" Dacheng.

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

bass!

He jumped in shape and fluttered like a fallen leaf. He leaped in the air in the contest, and opened a distance with Zhao Yijian.

Indeed, on the attack power, Zhao Feng could not compete with the "Cold Flow Sword" unless he was like Zhao Yue, who had practiced high-level refining martial arts.

Where to run!

Zhao Yijian’s face was shrouded in chills and his body leaped. He even displayed “Cold Flow Sword” in midair.

No matter how Zhao Feng evades, the cold chill is always locked.

It is worthy of advanced martial arts!

Zhao Feng knows that "Rongjian", which is in the peak of the peak, cannot resist Zhao Yijian's "Cold Flow Sword".

"Cold flow waterfall!"

Zhao Yijian’s sword in the hand suddenly changed, and the sword’s momentum skyrocketed. The cold-flowed sword shadow seemed to be a cold waterfall and swept to the range where Zhao Feng was located.

not good!

Zhao Feng is in the air, once it falls, it is difficult to escape the scope of Zhao Yijian.

"A good "Cold Flow Sword"! Below the four martial arts, it has been able to launch a range of moves!"

"It seems that the situation has been fixed!"

Watching the predecessors of some ethnic groups on the battle platform, they repeatedly applauded and praised Zhao Yijian.

"Give me down!"

Zhao Yijian's "cold flow waterfall", a violent sword light, chills raging, sweeping Zhao Feng's lower plate.

"Floating the moon!"

Zhao Feng's eyes are like electricity, taking a deep breath, the whole body is compressed and swirling, and the body shape in the air is suddenly alive.

Teng!

His stature was out of gravity, and he jumped in the void twice, and escaped the ban on Zhao Yijian.

How can this be?

Zhao Yijian’s killings were empty, and his face was dull. He watched Zhao Feng’s “dummy” step by step and escaped the crisis.

"A good Zhao Feng! Actually cultivated "Floating Lingdu" to such a degree."

The referee’s hand stroking the white whiskers, and the eyes were dazzling.

"Floating the vain! This is indeed the light-skilled school in "Floating Ferry", how did he do it?"

The former warrior who had practiced "Floating Lingdu" stood up and was surprised.

On the stage.

Zhao Yijian and Zhao Feng, one chasing one escape, the danger is like a ring, and thrilling.

Seeing Zhao Yijian’s "Cold Flow Sword" gradually climbed to Dacheng, and the speed and power increased dramatically.

Zhao Feng is not bad, a set of "Floating Lingdu" makes him as light as a feather, floating in the air, seemingly a life of nine deaths, in fact, calm and comfortable.

Time passed by.

In the process of escaping, Zhao Feng looked for the flaws of Zhao Yijian and counterattacked them.

However, he suddenly found that he could not approach Zhao Yijian at all, otherwise he would face terrible killings.

The "Rongjian" that he is currently learning can't face each other's swords.

Even if he is hard to pick up a sword, he will be hurt.

"Do you have to use..."

Zhao Feng took a deep breath and the inner strength of the martial arts lurking in the body, a little movement, and hidden.

Relying on "Hidden Air", he concealed his own martial arts.

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

Hey! Hey!

At the moment the left eye is urging, Zhao Feng enters a super visual interface.

Zhao Yijian's speed is fast, but in his eyes, it slows down and looks really right.

He can even capture the changes in the blood of Zhao Yijian, and predict the direction of his next attack through the surge of blood.

Teng! Teng...

Zhao Feng’s dodge is more calm and comfortable, and is completely invincible.

Angry Dragon Fist!

At some point, Zhao Feng escaped a sword, and he was not afraid to bully and counterattack Zhao Yijian.

"Cold fluidization!"

Zhao Yijian’s sword in his hand swayed, not hiding, and stabbing Zhao Feng’s throat.

Zhao Feng’s heart was helpless. Although he found the gap, he could hurt Zhao Yijian, but if that was the case, he could not hide the other’s throat.

"The "Cold Flow Sword" sword goes astray, too extreme, only attack, no defense! The most difficult thing is that he cultivated this set of martial arts to Dacheng, the flaw is very small, want to win by risk, I only have 50% grasp."

Zhao Feng’s mind tells the calculation and analysis.

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

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

The first method - dragging, dragging, dragging to the other side exhausted.

For this, Zhao Feng is confident, he has left eye assistance, and he has cultivated the inner strength of the martial arts, and the gas is lasting, better than Zhao Yijian.

The second way - use the strength of the martial arts, strong win!

Just in the mind of Zhao Feng.

"The referee, the two on the stage are all materials that can be made in the family. If the delay is too long, there will be casualties, you can't afford it."

Zhao Tianjian went to the front of the contest and whispered to the referee.

Looking at the battle on the stage, Zhao Tianjian worried about his son Zhao Yijian.

According to common sense, even if it is dragging, Zhao Yijian has at least five or six percent chance of winning, but somehow, he has an anxiety that stems from intuition and cannot continue to drag on.

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

The referee was hesitant, and some of them were embarrassed, but they did not dare to offend Zhao Tianjian easily.

Zhao Tianjian's cultivation is to achieve the six martial arts, is the middle and high level of the family, and his status is not low.

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

Zhao Tianjian smiled slightly, and at the same time gave the referee a secret look.

That is very obvious. If this matter is done, there must be a thank you...

"Ok."

The referee turned his gaze to the stage and said: "Zhao Feng, No. 188, you have fallen into the wrong wind. If you continue to delay, the referee has the right to make a judgment."

Is this also possible?

Zhao Feng’s heart ignited the nameless anger.

The judgment of the referee obviously has a tendency to Zhao Yijian.

However, the referee does not obviously violate the principle, because the rules of the test give the referee a certain free judgment. For example, for some difficult wins and losses, in order not to delay the game process, the referee can make its own judgment.

The judgment of the referee naturally caused controversy among some people.

"Zhao Feng is passive, but at least he has not lost a bit."

"Hey! What heroes do not stop dodging, delay our time, the referee does this, there is nothing wrong!"

There is only a little controversy under the court.

Although some family elders feel a little unfair, no one wants to be a child of a tribe, and there is no need to offend Zhao Tianjian and his son.

"Good! Don't hide without hiding!"

Zhao Feng is not angry and laughs, his figure is falling down.

"Kid! Take me a sword."

Zhao Yijian was so happy in his heart that he gratefully glanced at his father.

Zhao Tianjian held his hand and smiled.

At this moment, many people in the field, such as Zhao Kun and other children, have a look of gloating.

Zhao Xue visually observed the familiar figure on the stage, secretly sighed, looked complicated, had a trace of mercy, and wiped a hint of coldness.

laugh--

Seeing Zhao Yijian's "Cold Flow Sword", such as the winter cold wind, straight bone marrow, approaching Zhao Feng.

In the face of a sword of senior martial arts Dacheng, Zhao Feng does not hide.

"Raging Dragon Fist!"

The anger of Zhao Feng’s heart, with the rushing blood of the river, into the punch of the whistling sound.

I don't know the time!

Some family elders on the battle platform shook their heads.

"Ugh."

The white-beard referee also sighed.

"Ha ha ha! The arm is a car, useless, give me a break -"

Zhao Yijian smiled and waved a sword flow, like a cold rainbow across the night sky.

"open!"

Zhao Feng took a deep breath and rushed into the blood, suddenly bursting out with a strong breath.

Call ~~

Zhao Feng’s arms and fists are filled with a layer of light green, magnificent and transparent, looming in the sun.

Depression.

Zhao Feng felt that his punching speed and strength broke out, breaking through a shackle and breaking the limits of the original body.

A fist has not yet reached the body, the invisible wind, impact on Zhao Yijian.

Snoring!

With Zhao Feng as the center, the dust particles around it, under the invisible force, vibrate and float to the air.

"What! That is..."

On the battle platform, some family elders have a big heart.

"It turned out to be..."

The referee "Teng" stood up and could not suppress the excitement on his face.

not good!

Zhao Tianjian under the competition, his face changed greatly.

"what happened!"

Zhao Yijian is inexplicably depressed, breathing difficulties, oppressed by an invisible and unknown force, and even the speed of his own sword has been greatly curbed.

In his vision, Zhao Feng’s punch seems to lead a roaring storm dragon...

when!咔嚓——

Zhao Yijian was shocked and spit out a blood.

When!

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

And, there is an invisible force that rushes into his body along the sword.

"what!"

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

In this scene, many children of the Zhao family on the field were shocked on the spot.

Call ~

Zhao Feng just finished the punch, the invisible force rushed into all directions, surrounded by dust like ripples, slowly landed.

I don’t know how long, who exclaimed: "The inner strength of the martial arts!"

Inside the martial arts!

I saw a light and transparent atmosphere, which flashed away from Zhao Feng.