King of Gods

Under one trick, the gap between Zhao Feng and Zhao Guang immediately appeared.

Zhao Guang is not easy to stabilize his body shape, panic, shortness of breath, unbelievable.

Zhao Feng calmly and smiles. He has no slap in the face. He has absolute confidence in speed. Even if he is a martial artist with four martial arts, he may not be able to overcome himself.

For a time, the battle between Zhao Feng and Zhao Guang became the focus of ten contests.

After a brief sensation in the competition, it gradually subsided.

"His speed is faster than Zhao Guang!"

The top three Zhao Yue and Zhao Yufei are shocked.

"Good mysterious light exercises!"

On the battle platform, some middle- and high-level elders in the family were also slightly surprised.

"His body is familiar."

The referee whispered to himself.

"He cultivated "Floating Ferry"! There is absolutely nothing wrong!"

In the battle platform, a warrior took a deep breath and looked at Zhao Feng with a complex look.

It turned out that this family warrior, Zeng Jin also practiced the "Floating Lingdu" light body exercises.

However, "Floating Lingdu" is too difficult and a distraction, so he gave up after a year or two of cultivation, and his realm is far from Zhao Feng.

"It turned out to be "Floating Ferry"!"

The elders of some ethnic groups on the battle platform can't help but realize.

"I can cultivate "Floating Lingdu" to such a realm of fire, his understanding is really good, but a pity..."

Amazed, some elders shook their heads with a little regret.

Although the level of "Floating Lingdu" is high, at least it is more than the top martial arts, but it is a residual after all, and the future potential is limited.

"Zhao Feng shot!"

There was another whisper from the field.

I saw Zhao Feng take the initiative to attack, the shape is like a floating leaf, the speed is extremely impressive.

Zhao Guang tried his best, but it was difficult to avoid the attack of Zhao Feng, and he could barely meet.

The fifth style of the wrath!

Zhao Feng's exhibition is "Rangerous Dragon Fist", which is not a small name in intermediate martial arts. Many people recognize it.

boom! Snapped! Oh...

Zhao Feng's blood is like a long river, like an incarnation of a dragon, with a low voice in the fist, the momentum is amazing.

Zhao Guangshen felt depressed, and the other's blood and explosive power made him unable to breathe.

Every time he punches, he takes a step back and even stuns.

He was completely beaten by Zhao Feng and had no power to fight.

On the speed, Zhao Feng stabilized him, compared with the power of martial arts, Zhao Feng also slightly beat him.

Wow!

When connecting the eighth fist, Zhao Guang spit out a blood and immediately admitted.

The top five Zhao Guang, less than ten strokes, lost on the spot.

Many people in the field were stunned.

Although I know the strength of Zhao Feng, I can challenge the top five, but the real result is far more shocking than expected.

Zhao Feng’s performance is not even lost to the top three Zhao Yue and others.

"This child's understanding is amazing. Not only will the basic boxing practice be completed, but also the "Rongjian" will be cultivated to the peak of the peak."

"With the intermediate martial arts in the peak realm, even if he did not practice "Floating Lingdu", his strength is slightly better than Zhao Guang."

The elders and seniors of the clan on the battle platform have a good eye for their vision and are astonished and appreciative of Zhao Feng’s performance.

On the Tianwu field, ten contests are still underway.

After Zhao Feng defeated Zhao Guang, the momentum went straight to Zhao Yijian and Zhao Yue.

At this point in the game, there are only four people who keep the record of victory: Zhao Yue, Zhao Yijian, Zhao Yufei, Zhao Feng.

Suddenly, these four people became the "four strongest" on the Tianwu field, and they were extremely popular.

"Zhao Feng! Zhao Feng!"

In the sound of a loud and hot wave, Zhao Feng boarded the contest again and again.

Every time he comes to power, his opponents mostly admit defeat, or solve it in three or two.

During the period, Zhao Feng also met Zhao Kun.

"I surrender!"

Zhao Kun bites his teeth and can’t wait to find a place to sneak in.

Judging from the current situation, Zhao Feng’s strength and popularity, surpassing his brother Zhao Gan, he dared to lose sight of his eyes.

The "Four Strong" kept the record of winning and went hand in hand.

Many people are looking forward to the encounter between the "four strong".

At the time of the sixty-game winning streak, Zhao Yue, who ranked first, and Zhao Yijian, who ranked second, met strongly.

Zhao Yue! Zhao Yue!

Zhao Yijian! Zhao Yijian!

......

A burst of shouting, many people are crazy and excited.

Zhao Feng and Zhao Yufei outside the semi-finals also showed interest.

"Zhao Yue! Since we lost half a year ago, we finally met."

Zhao Yijian took a deep breath and his eyes showed a strong sense of war and confidence.

In the outer layer of the family, Zhao Yue is very low-key, practicing hard work on weekdays, but the foundation of strength is the most stable, and has been sitting on the first person.

"Get out, look at your "Cold Flow Sword" is awesome, or my "Iron Tattoo" is strong."

Zhao Yue’s voice is steady, powerful, tall and steady, and Zhao Yijian.

Hey!

Zhao Yijian's sword was unsheathed, and the cold front light crossed the void, forming a cold and indefinite cold current, which was amazingly fast and cold.

When the "Cold Flow Sword" came out, the air seemed to condense, and even the spectators felt the inexplicable chill.

"Tie Luozhang!"

Zhao Yue's body is like a mountain, his palm is like steel, he punches out, the air is dull and whistling, and there is a heavy weight of Taishan.

Hey!

In the light stone fire, the sword palm is smashing, squeaking and squeaking, vibrating the blood and eardrum.

The two men confronted each other for a moment, Zhao Yijian's body shape shook, two steps back, and immediately turned, the sword front more thrilling to Zhao Yue's lower plate.

"These two, one is solid and solid, and one sword is slanting."

Zhao Feng silently followed.

There is no doubt that the strength of Zhao Yue and Zhao Yijian can force the general warrior.

If he did not cultivate the inner strength of the martial arts, Zhao Feng did not grasp the defense of Zhao Yue, and he was even less sure of using the meat fist to resist the terrible attack of Zhao Yijian.

Oh...

The confrontation between Zhao Yue and Zhao Yijian has become hot.

Zhao Yijian’s speed of swords is getting faster and faster, and the icy cold and cold currents are intertwined with Jianguang, and Zhao’s body has been shrouded.

Zhao Yue is not Xu, not breathing, breathing calmly, and Zhao Yijian’s attack is blocked.

This is still him, practicing the high-level martial arts martial arts "iron body", physical defense is strong, if you change to the ordinary martial arts triple, can not stop the other side of a sword.

"Zhao Yue has a stable foundation and a long vein. He is good at defense. If Zhao Yijian can't win in half a cup of tea, then there will be no suspense in winning or losing."

The referee said indifferently.

"Oh, half a cup of tea? It won't be that long."

Next to the middle-aged warrior, Zhao Yijian’s father, smiled confidently.

"Oh?"

The referee and others are slightly moved.

At this time, the situation on the field changed dramatically.

Hey!

Zhao Yijian danced in the arc of the cold cold, the air came like the whistling sound of the cold cold wind in winter, and the chilly chill and the edge of the edge.

Hey!

Zhao Yue snorted, the steel-like arm was scratched by a blood mark, and went backwards again and again.

"How could my "Iron Man" be broken..."

Zhao Yue's face is slightly pale.

"Iron Tattoo" is a set of defensive martial arts that strengthens the body. After cultivation, the flesh is like iron, and the power is amazing.

In conjunction with the advanced martial arts "Tie Luoquan", his defense and strength reached a limit. Under the martial arts, no one could break his defense.

"Advanced martial arts Dacheng!"

The referee of the two people in the contest was screaming.

Senior martial arts Dacheng?

The nearby Zhao family, sucking in a cold air.

As we all know, the level of martial arts has the saying of "small success, big success".

Generally, advanced martial arts, it is not easy to cultivate to Xiaocheng, but it is even more difficult to cultivate to Dacheng.

However, if advanced martial arts can be cultivated to Dacheng, the power will increase by more than half on the basis of Xiaocheng.

"Cold Flow Sword" was originally a savage high-level martial art. When practicing to Xiaocheng, the martial arts trio can compare with the martial arts. If it reaches Dacheng, it will far exceed the martial arts and even threaten the real warrior.

"Advanced Dacheng, it is like this! Congratulations to you... Zhao Tianjian, there is such a talented son."

The middle-aged martial artsman, who was headed by the referee, smiled.

Zhao Tianjian is the father of Zhao Yijian.

"Elders have won the prize!"

Zhao Tianjian was flattered. The referee was an elder in the family. As a warrior, he must be awe.

On the stage.

"Cold flow cold flash!"

Zhao Yijian pursued the trend, and the sword carried the cold current and whistle at a faster speed, and forced Zhao Yue to be dangerous.

Hey!

Zhao Yue's chest was ruptured, his blood was splashed, and his figure exploded.

"Zhao Yijian won!"

The referee decisively decided to win or lose.

"Advanced martial arts Dacheng, or "Cold Flow Sword" known for its speed and slanting, I lost."

Zhao Yue sighed with a sigh of relief and looked down.

After defeating Zhao Yue, Zhao Yijian's popularity is unstoppable.

"Zhao Yijian!"

"Zhao Yijian!"

The screams of the field continued, attracting the worship of many teenagers and the admiration of some girls.

At the moment of winning, Zhao Yijian was the king of the outer children, and he was convinced of countless outer children.

Zhao Yijian looked around the Wutai, and his eyes suddenly fell on Zhao Feng, and his mouth floated with a hint of coldness and contempt.

"Sword brother!"

Zhao Xue's face is ruddy, slightly excited, and greets him.

At this time, Zhao Yijian’s tyrannical strength allowed her to completely let go of her heart and never lose to that person.

At the same time, Zhao Xue secretly took a look at Zhao Feng in the distance.

Zhao Feng is expressionless and unmoved.

The game is still going on, only three people remain in the record of victory: Zhao Yijian, Zhao Yufei, Zhao Feng.

However, there is not much expectation and suspense in the crowd.

In the eyes of everyone, Zhao Yijian is already an unshakable outer king. Even if he is placed in the inner-aged, he can be in the forefront.

"What about advanced martial arts?"

Zhao Feng whispered in his heart and his face was still calm.

His record of victory, still lasts, sixty-game winning streak, sixty-one winning streak...

But in the rankings, his encounter with Zhao Yijian is inevitable.

Finally, at the time of the 69-game winning streak, Zhao Feng went to the contest platform and saw a cold boy with a purple coat and a long-browed sword.

It is Zhao Yijian!

The encounter between the two people gathered a lot of eyes, and the field was inexplicably quiet.

After all, Zhao Feng is also one of the three people who keep the record of victory.

"Zhao Feng! You won't admit defeat?"

Zhao Yijian scorned and sneered.

In his view, the only opponent in the outer layer is Zhao Yue, and everyone else is a foil.