At this moment, the situation on the field changed drastically.

Whoops!

Zhao Yijian danced with an arc-like icy cold current in his hand, and there was a whistling sound like a cold winter wind in the air, with the biting cold and the sharp edge intertwined.

Ding!

Zhao Yue groaned, and his steel-like arm was scratched with a bloodstain, and he fell back again and again.

"How could my "Iron Gang Body" be broken..."

Zhao Yue's face looked slightly pale.

"Iron Gang Shen" is a set of defensive martial arts that strengthens the body. After practicing, the skin and flesh will be as iron as iron, and the strength is amazing, and it can withstand swords.

Coupled with the advanced martial arts "Iron Fist", his defense and strength reached a limit. Under the fourth level of martial arts, no one could break his defense.

"Advanced martial arts mastery!"

The referee in the competition ring where the two were standing exclaimed in surprise.

A master of advanced martial arts?

The children of the Zhao clan nearby took a breath of air.

As we all know, the level of martial arts is divided into "small success and great success".

In general, it is not easy to practice advanced martial arts to a small degree, but to practice it to a great degree is several times more difficult.

However, if advanced martial arts can be cultivated to great success, their power will be greatly increased by more than half on the basis of small success.

"Lengliu Sword" was originally a high-level martial art that attacks terrifying people. After practicing it to a small level, the third level of martial arts can be compared to a quasi-martialist. If it reaches a great level, it will be far superior to a quasi-martialist and can even threaten real warriors.

"Advanced Dacheng, that's it! Congratulations to you...Zhao Tianjian, for having such a talented son."

The chief referee smiled at the middle-aged martial artist beside him.

Zhao Tianjian is Zhao Yijian's father.

"Thank you, elder!"

Zhao Tianjian was flattered. The chief referee was an elder in the clan. As a warrior, he had to be in awe.

On the fighting stage.

"Cold current and cold flash!"

Zhao Yijian took advantage of the situation to pursue him. The sword moved at a faster speed, carrying cold wind and roaring, forcing Zhao Yue into danger.

Tsk!

The clothes on Zhao Yue's chest were torn, blood spattered, and his figure collapsed.

"Zhao Yijian wins!"

The chief referee decisively decides the outcome.

"A master of advanced martial arts, and the "Lengliu Sword" who is known for his speed and sharpness, I did not lose unjustly."

Zhao Yue let out a long sigh and stepped down from the stage with a gloomy look.

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

"Zhao Yijian!"

"Zhao Yijian!"

There were constant shouts from the audience, attracting the admiration of many teenagers and the admiration of some girls.

At the moment of victory, Zhao Yijian was like the king among the outer disciples, intimidating countless outer disciples.

Zhao Yijian looked around the competition stage, his eyes suddenly fell on Zhao Feng, and a hint of coldness and contempt appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Brother Jian!"

Zhao Xue's face was rosy and slightly excited, and she stepped forward to greet him.

At this time, Zhao Yijian's tyrannical strength made her completely relieved that she would never lose to that man.

At the same time, Zhao Xue secretly glanced at Zhao Feng in the distance.

Zhao Feng was expressionless and unmoved.

The competition is still going on, and there are only three people left who maintain a perfect winning record: Zhao Yijian, Zhao Yufei, and Zhao Feng.

However, everyone on the court no longer had much expectations and suspense.

In the eyes of everyone, Zhao Yijian is already an unshakable outer king. Even among the inner disciples, he is still at the forefront.

"Are you accomplished in advanced martial arts?"

Zhao Feng murmured in his heart, but his expression remained calm.

His record of perfect victories continues, sixty consecutive victories, sixty-one consecutive victories...

But in the ranking competition, his encounter with Zhao Yijian was inevitable.

Finally, at the sixty-nine-win streak, Zhao Feng walked to the competition stage and saw a cold young man dressed in purple and with long sword-shaped eyebrows.

It's none other than Zhao Yijian!

When the two met, many eyes gathered, and the place became inexplicably silent.

After all, Zhao Feng is also one of the three people who maintains a perfect winning record.

"Zhao Feng! You won't admit defeat too, will you?"

Zhao Yijian looked contemptuous and smiled sarcastically.
Chapter completed!