Facing Zhao Yijian's ridicule and contempt, Zhao Feng sneered and said nothing.

People like Zhao Yijian do have strength, but they are arrogant and proud and like to look at people through their nostrils.

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

Although Zhao Feng did not speak, his expression of being too lazy to respond still made Zhao Yijian feel unhappy and secretly angry.

Some of the spectators outside the field were slightly stunned.

Zhao Yijian was already arrogant enough, but Zhao Feng's disdainful expression was even more "silent than loud" and even more lethal.

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

Zhao Yijian's eyes were dark and cold.

Clang!

The sword in his hand cut through a cold current at an extremely fast speed and struck in front of Zhao Feng in the blink of an eye.

As soon as he took action, Zhao Yijian used "Cold Current Sword".

Although he was arrogant, after watching the battle before, he found that Zhao Feng had the strength of a quasi-warrior, and he was not as underestimating the enemy as he appeared on the surface.

As soon as Zhao Yijian's sword move came out, Zhao Feng felt a biting chill and his skin became cold.

Poof!

An icy cold current passed by Zhao Feng's shoulder at half an inch.

"What a tricky swordsmanship! It's so fast that you can only see the afterimage."

Zhao Feng dodged the sword and felt a shiver in his heart.

If you only rely on the strength of a quasi-warrior, it will be difficult to match Zhao Yijian, who has mastered "Lengliu Sword".

Zhao Feng would not think that his defense could be stronger than Zhao Yue.

bass!

He jumped up, as light as a fallen leaf, leaping in mid-air on the competition stage, and distanced himself from Zhao Yijian.

Indeed, in terms of attack power, Zhao Feng cannot match "Lengliu Sword" unless he, like Zhao Yue, has practiced advanced body-refining martial arts.

Where to run!

Zhao Yijian's face was filled with coldness, and he leaped forward and actually used "Cold Current Sword" in mid-air.

No matter how Zhao Feng dodges, the cold current will always remain locked on him.

It is truly a master of advanced martial arts!

Zhao Feng knew that the "Raging Dragon Fist" at its peak level could not withstand Zhao Yijian's "Cold Current Sword".

"Cold waterfall!"

The sword moves in Zhao Yijian's hand suddenly changed, and the power of the sword surged. The cold sword shadow seemed to turn into an icy waterfall, sweeping towards the area where Zhao Feng was standing.

not good!

Zhao Feng was in mid-air, and once he landed, it would be difficult to avoid Zhao Yijian's range.

"What a "Lengliu Sword"! Below the fourth level of martial arts, you can already launch ranged moves!"

"It seems the situation has been decided!"

Some senior members of the clan on the viewing platform cheered and praised Zhao Yijian very much.

"Get down here!"

Zhao Yijian's "Cold Waterfall" created a violent sword light, and the coldness was raging, sweeping towards Zhao Feng's lower body.

"Piaolingxudu!"

Zhao Feng's eyes were as bright as lightning, he took a deep breath, the energy and blood in his body compressed and swirled, and his body in mid-air suddenly gained strength out of thin air.

Teng!

His body escaped the limitations of gravity and leaped twice in the void, evading Zhao Yijian's blockade in one leap.

How can this be?

Zhao Yijian's killing move missed, his face was dull, and he watched Zhao Feng take a step out of thin air and calmly avoid the crisis.

"What a Zhao Feng! He has actually mastered "Piao Ling Du" to such an extent."

The chief referee stroked his white beard with his hand and his eyes were dazzling.

"Piao Ling Xu Du! This is indeed the secret skill of lightening one's body in "Piao Ling Du". How did he do it?"

The warrior who had practiced "Piao Ling Du" before suddenly stood up with a surprised look on his face.

On the fighting stage.

Zhao Yijian and Zhao Feng, chasing and escaping, are surrounded by dangers and thrilling.

Seeing Zhao Yijian's "Lengliu Sword" gradually reaching Dacheng, its speed and power increased significantly.

Zhao Feng is not bad either. A set of "Piao Ling Ferry" allows him to be as light as a feather and float in the air. It seems that he has a narrow escape from death, but in fact he is calm and comfortable.

Time passes little by little.

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

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

The "Raging Dragon Fist" he is currently learning cannot catch the opponent's sword head-on.

Even if he takes a sword directly, he will be injured.

"Do I have to use..."

Zhao Feng took a deep breath, and the martial arts energy lurking in his body moved slightly and disappeared again.

Relying on the "Hidden Qi Jue", he concealed his inner strength in martial arts.

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

Thump! Thump!

The moment he moved his left eye, Zhao Feng entered a super visual interface.

Although Zhao Yijian's speed was fast, in his eyes, it slowed down and he saw it very clearly.

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

steaming……

Zhao Feng's dodge was more calm and comfortable, and he was completely invincible.

Raging Dragon Fist!

At a certain moment, Zhao Feng dodged a sword, but Leng Buding bullied him and counterattacked Zhao Yijian.

"Cold fluidized wind!"

The sword in Zhao Yijian's hand suddenly turned around and without hesitation, it pierced Zhao Feng's throat.

Zhao Feng felt helpless. Even though he found an opening and could injure Zhao Yijian, he would not be able to avoid the opponent's throat-piercing sword.

"The sword of "Lengliu Sword" is too extreme, with only offense and no defense! The most difficult thing is that he has practiced this martial arts to a great level, with very few flaws. If I want to win by danger, I only have 50% chance of winning.

grasp."

Zhao Feng's mind tells calculations and analysis.

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

At this point, there are only two ways to steadily defeat Zhao Yijian.

The first method is to drag, keep dragging, until the opponent is exhausted.

Regarding this, Zhao Feng is confident. He has the help of his left eye, and he has also cultivated martial arts inner strength and long-lasting energy, which is better than Zhao Yijian.

The second method is to use the inner strength of martial arts to win with force!

Just when Zhao Feng was making calculations in his mind.

"Referee, the two people on the stage are both talented people in the clan. If the delay is too long and there are casualties, you can't afford to delay."

Zhao Tianjian walked to the competition stage and whispered to the referee.

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

According to common sense, Zhao Yijian had at least a 50% to 60% chance of winning even if he delayed, but for some reason, he felt uneasy due to his intuition and could not continue to delay.

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

The referee hesitated for a moment, feeling a little embarrassed, but he did not dare to offend Zhao Tianjian easily.

Zhao Tianjian's cultivation level has reached the sixth level of martial arts. He is a middle-to-high-level person in the clan and has a high status.

"The outcome is not obvious, but who has the upper hand? Can't you tell?"

Zhao Tianjian smiled slightly and secretly winked at the referee.
To be continued...