Zhao Jia came to the ring, moving his muscles and bones as he walked.

Don't look at him a little nervous in the private room, but as soon as he got on the field, he seemed to be a different person, his eyes like copper bells were shining, and every step was extremely solid and powerful, like a battle-hardened general, with amazing momentum.

This made Ye Yan, who was still faintly worried that he would play abnormally, was very surprised.

On the contrary, the young target who pretended to be Han Si came to the field, and in the face of such Zhao Jia, his face looked a little dignified.

Both sides didn't have anything to say, just bowed their heads to each other, and then showed their weapons and opened their postures.

Although Zhao Jia has a straight temperament, he likes to plan and act later, which is completely different from Feng Tielu's quick temper, and he did not take the lead, but paid attention to the movements of the young target.

Originally, he had already figured out how to deal with Han Si, who was brute force and clumsy, but now that the situation had changed, everything had to be considered in the long run.

However, the young target did not give him much time to observe, and after revealing a reddish iron sword, he only took a silent breath, and the wind suddenly swept upside down under his feet, and his whole body jumped up like a boulder thrown from a catapult, drawing an astonishing arc in the air, and smashing towards his head with the sound of whirring wind.

The person was still in the air, and a sword qi like a red glow had already erupted from the long sword in his hand, falling straight down like a heavenly fire.

Everything was as expected, and everything was beyond expectations.

Zhao Jia's heart was slightly cold, knowing that this was definitely not the Han Si he knew, so he hurriedly dodged and swept back, avoiding the edge for the time being.

Hearing a strange sound, a red sword qi slashed to the ground, not only instantly cutting the long bluestone in half, but also condensing but not dispersing, like a fuse, rushing towards his center line.

This caught the tall boy who had already swept out of the way unexpected, and had to dodge to the side.

However, the young target saw the opportunity, and at the moment of the sudden landing, he slashed at the position where he had not yet landed.

forced Zhao Jia to swing the Waterfall Sound Sword, and used the "Stone Breaking Shock" in the Mountain-Shaking Sword Technique to resist this sneak attack.

But at the moment when he swung his sword to the left, the young target was like an off-string arrow, breaking through the billowing smoke and dust, rushing to his right side, and stabbing his ribs with a sword.

Zhao Jia didn't expect the young target to be able to grasp the timing of the shot so accurately, and he was a little panicked for a while.

Fortunately, the hidden back hand did not disappoint him, and when the young target stabbed him with a sword, he forcibly made him move his whole body back half a foot to avoid the vital point, but he was cut through his breastplate by a sword and suffered some minor injuries.

The young target saw that Zhao Jia's body was treacherous, and the three swords of chasing his life failed to succeed, and he quickly slashed out several swords like a wind, each sword would bring out a piece of red glow, and almost instantly blocked all the ways out of Zhao Jia's left, center and right, forcing him to retreat again and again.

Anyone with a little experience knows that once the opponent takes the initiative and controls the tempo, if you want to turn the tide of the battle, you will have to pay a great price.

Zhao Jia naturally understood this truth, and while wielding the Waterfall Sound Sword, he tried his best to block those scorching sword qi with the style of "Qi Surge Eight Desolations" in the Mountain Shaking Sword Duel, while quickly thinking about countermeasures in his heart.

Now, with the help of the Wuji Palace Array, he has already promoted his cultivation realm to the peak of the Four Realms, but unlike Feng Tielu, in the trial a few days ago, he has been a little powerless, and the number of killing moves he can use is limited, so he has to see the right time to make a move.

In the private room, Feng Tielu saw that Han Si's movements were as fast as lightning, and his expression was shocked: "This is definitely not Han Si!" Zhao Chengqian is cheating! ”

Although Ye Mo was not surprised, his face was also ugly.

The helpers Zhao Chengqian found were stronger than the other.

Although practitioners are the most elaborate and suitable exercises due to their different qualifications, and not the more profound and subtle, the better, but the practice secrets are the accumulation and summary of the experience of predecessors, and they themselves are superior and inferior.

As soon as he saw the sword moves displayed by this fake Han Si, Ye Yu knew that he was using the "Burning Heaven Sword Sutra".

This is a martial art of the Nanyue Hengshan School, known for its fierceness and explosiveness.

Legend has it that if you cultivate to the extreme, you can burn the sky with a sword and create a thousand miles of red glow.

In contrast, Zhao Jia's mountain-shaking sword technique is more than a step apart, and if he fights for a long time, he will definitely lose.

Feng Tielu was in a hurry, turned around and was about to go out to settle accounts with Zhao Chengqian, but when he saw that Ye Yan was very calm, he paused in confusion: "You already knew about this?" ”

Yeyu shook his head, "The current situation is completely different from Mengzhan, I just thought of it when I saw you and that fake Liu Di sick."

"Fake?" Feng Tielu was stunned for a moment, his little eyes instantly widened, and he suddenly pondered, "Damn, I said why did this turtle grandson suddenly become so powerful, then what can you do?" ”

"They have a trick, we have a wall ladder, I don't believe they can have more backhands than us!"

Feng Tielu hurriedly said: "Don't sell Guanzi, hurry up"

Ye Mo sneered: "Breeze, ghost possessed"

Feng Tielu looked confused: "Qingfeng, which Qingfeng?" ”

"Which else could it be?"

"The breeze of the Returning Hall?"

Feng Tielu seemed to be choked, and before he could ask any more, there was a sudden change in the field.

Fake Han Si chased and fought all the way, and in the blink of an eye, Zhao Jia was forced into the corner of the ring, and his intention was already clear.

It is to force him into a narrow space first, so that his wide open and closed sword technique cannot be fully displayed, so as to prevent his followers, and then take the opportunity to take his life.

But Zhao Jia is not stupid, he has also seen through the intentions of the young target, and at the moment when he retreated to the corner of the wall and was close to the corner, the other party swung his sword at him again, and his right foot suddenly stepped on the wall behind him, and the whole person instantly turned sideways, and actually took a few steps back on the wall strangely, avoiding this sword that was inescapable in everyone's eyes.

When the young target was frightened, he squatted down suddenly, and his right foot made a loud thunderous sound, which was exactly the same as the "Sky Piercing Monkey" when Feng Tielu first came on the field, and the whole person was like an armor-piercing cone shot from the siege ballista, bouncing back from the wall, and at the same time waving the Waterfall Sword with both hands, like a silver wave, towards the fake Han Si's chest.

This sudden change frightened the young target who thought he was sure to win.

Everything happened too fast, the distance between the two was close, and it was still a corner, and the left and right dodge space was also very limited for him, even if his cultivation was a real five realms, he had all kinds of skillful skills, and it was rare to show it, so he had to fall backwards, and at the same time swing his sword hard and Zhao Jia shook hard.

There was a loud bang.

Two long swords, one silver and one red, collided in the air, sparks splashed everywhere, and countless air masses flew in all directions.

This is almost a real battle of strength.

Although the young target has a strong true element, Zhao Jia has also ascended to the realm with the help of the Wuji Palace Array, if he uses a sword move, the young man is naturally inferior, but if he competes with brute force, he does not lose to him at all, not to mention the accumulation blessing of Feng Tielu's "Heaven Piercing Talisman".

The young target was like a big ball that was pumped away, and it was shot more than ten zhang away by Zhao Jia's sword, and it fell to the ground, and the ground was dusty.

Zhen Han Si, who was fighting on the sidelines, was frightened, and he felt a chill when he thought that if he was hit like this, he would vomit half a catty of blood even if he didn't die.

Zhao Chengqian and Liu Dizhi on the side also turned blue, and they didn't dare to sneer anymore.

Fan Yan tightened his brows, stared at the young subordinate who was slapped away by Zhao Jia, shook his chin slightly, and took a deep breath.

He originally thought that he could take this opportunity to make a fortune easily, but he didn't expect that before the main owner played, he was given a disappointment by two young men who were usually in the ancient city without any mountain dew.

Feng Tielu saw Zhao Jia pull back a move, and shouted excitedly: "Good job, beat me to death!" ”

Ye Yan didn't expect Zhao Jia to have such a backhand, and he was also very excited.

Zhao Jia took advantage of the victory to pursue, and at the moment when a sword slapped the fake Han Si, his feet were wrong, and there was a loud bang under his left foot, and the whole person rushed to the young target like a violent wind, swinging the sword and slapping it again.

The young target was slapped off again, slamming into the wall of the other ring, spewing out a large mouthful of blood.

But Zhao Jia was also physically exhausted after using two angry waves in succession, and he couldn't make any more killing moves.

The tall boy stood in the middle of the field, panting violently, while staring at the young target who was slowly getting up under the wall, and saw that the small eyes on his fat face had narrowed into a narrow slit, like two knife cuts turned outward, becoming crimson and demonic, spitting blood to the side, and slowly straightening his waist.

Zhao Jia didn't want to give him another chance, so he said to Qingfeng in his heart, "I need to be fast", and began to run desperately.

His body was extremely low, like an agile leopard, leaving a few strange afterimages in the air, and in the blink of an eye, he deceived the distance of more than ten feet.

The waterfall sound sword was shining in his hand, as if it was plated with a layer of mercury, and the majestic true yuan surged to the blade along the two sword ridges on the left and right sides of the sword body, converging into a dazzling silver sword and flying out, like a lightning bolt in the clear sky, blocking the waist and slashing horizontally towards the young target a zhang away.

This is a very powerful move in the sword technique of shaking the mountain, called "running thunder and falling", the key is to see is false, hearing is believing, and the power is all hidden in the thunder that follows the lightning, which is difficult to guard.

However, the young target did not dodge, but at an even more alarming speed, he also swung the dark red iron sword in his hand, slashing out a red ray in front of him.

When the two swords met, there was no loud noise in the air, but a ball of electricity wrapped in red light suddenly appeared, which was backhanded by the young target and flew straight towards Zhao Jia on the opposite side.

"Flash!"

The sound of the breeze suddenly sounded in Zhao Jia's heart.

At the same time, a loud bang that shattered the human skull exploded at his abruptly deflected side.

The huge arc-shaped wave of qi instantly collapsed the tall boy, and he fell extremely miserably into the distance.

"Zhao Jia!"

Ye Yu and Feng Tielu in the private room exclaimed at the same time.

"What kind of sword move is this, how can it be so powerful?"

"It's all my fault, that guy used the Burning Heaven Sword Sutra, among the five elements, Huo Zheng can clay, but I didn't expect Zhao Chengqian to find such a helper"

"Damn, it's a big deal to go and fight with them in a while!"

Ye Yu was annoyed, and Feng Monkey had already rolled up his arms, rolled up his sleeves, and was ready to fight to the death.

Zhao Chengqian saw that the overall situation was certain, and secretly rubbed his fists, although he was a little unbearable to see the young target being smoked by Zhao Jia very badly, but when he thought of the "Meridian Horror God Formation" that was about to be at his fingertips, his heart became excited again.

Seeing this, Fan Yan also breathed a sigh of relief.

To say that the two targets around him are of little use to him, but after all, he has been following him for a long time, and he has just been abolished, which has made him feel a little annoyed in his heart.

On the field, the young target saw Zhao Jia in the distance covered in green smoke, and struggled several times before he barely got up from the ground, the entire right side of his body was blurred with blood, a wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he suddenly said coldly: "This is meaningless, admit defeat, you are not my opponent!" ”

It was the first time a young target had spoken.

There was no arrogant mockery in the tone, only a kind of helplessness that was deeply hidden.

Zhao Jia got up with a broadsword in his hand, trying his best to adjust his breathing and calm down the disordered qi in his body.

"It doesn't make sense to you, but it doesn't make sense to me!"

Zhao Jia said this slowly and with difficulty, he couldn't help coughing up two mouthfuls of blood, obviously he had been injured by the thunder just now, even if it was just a dream, before he woke up, everything was real, so the pain was extremely real.

"Are you okay?" The voice of the breeze suddenly sounded in his heart.

Zhao Jia endured the severe pain and grinned, "I can still make a move, I don't need you to help me hide this time, I just need to be faster"

Qingfeng was silent for a while, and suddenly said "yes".

Zhao Jia only felt his body sink and couldn't help but tremble, but the breeze had left his body in an instant, and the wind dispersed into his feet.

The young target stood in the distance, and saw that Zhao Jia was still holding on, and under the shaking of his body, there was a breeze under his feet, thinking that he was gathering momentum, and the flesh on his cheeks jumped, but he didn't expect that this tall young man had just received a "heaven and earth burning" from him, and he still had the strength to spare.

He took a deep breath, suddenly dodged and flew up, and pounced on the tall boy again with the momentum of a goshawk fighting a rabbit.

However, unlike the "Starry Sky Fire" he used before, this time he did not quickly draw out the sword, but waved the Fire Cloud Sword in his hand towards the top of his head, tearing out a fierce red glow like a big flag in the air, instantly reflecting the entire ring.

This is the most powerful sword in the Burning Heaven Sword Sutra, "Yunxia Qianli".

He's going to use this trick to end this pointless battle once and for all.

Zhao Jia looked up and saw the fiery red clouds above his head, but there was no fear on his face.

This time, he wants to make a bet with this fake Han Si, who will spare his life more.

This is also the true meaning of the battle that he has just learned from the battle between Feng Tielu and the fake Liu Di.

In just an instant, the tall boy's body also stood up again.

He is like a general who has risen from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, although he has been seriously injured, he has always stood tall with a strong will.

Zhao Jia's face was very calm, he swung the broadsword in his hand with both hands, poured all the remaining true yuan in his body into the sword blade, and also took out a unique skill in the mountain-shaking sword technique he mastered.

Angry bullfighting.

Just in an instant, the young target's body had jumped to the highest point in the air, and when he was about to fall, he suddenly swung the iron sword in his hand that had become like a flagpole, and with a twist of his wrist, he instantly rolled down the red glow in the sky, like a tornado falling from the sky, towards Zhao Jia on the ground.

Zhao Jia squatted slightly, suddenly snorted, and unexpectedly jumped into the sky, and the wind suddenly rose under his feet.

The tall boy soared into the sky like an eagle falcon, burrowing into the swirling clouds and sword curtains.

The young target was in the air, and seeing Zhao Jia sacrificing his life, he hurriedly shook his wrist, and drew circles in front of him with his sword, stirring the surrounding Hongxia sword qi and quickly tightening.

However, the speed of the wind, the speed of swinging the sword, and the speed at which the young target fell, the superposition of the three made Zhao Jia's sword extremely fast, and it actually approached the young target's chest before the Fire Cloud Sword Curtain was close to his body.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and the snow-bright Waterfall Sword suddenly brightened like a meteor, and a brilliant sword shot out from the blade, instantly piercing the young target's chest.

But the young target just snorted, and did not die like an ordinary person, or lost consciousness, but just looked at Zhao Jia, who was close at hand, with a little pity, as if to tell him that this was not the same as the real meaning of fighting, and in the Wuji Palace ring, it didn't matter at all.

The blade of the Fire Cloud Sword first landed on Zhao Jia's Waterfall Sound Sword, and instantly twisted the long sword in his hand away, twisting one arm into a ball of minced meat.

But at this moment, the young target saw that the tall young man's eyes were full of determination, and he didn't seem to feel pain at all, but just withdrew his other hand held at the lower end of the hilt, and a trace of excitement appeared on his face.

And just as he stabbed the Huoyun Sword into Zhao Jia's chest, Zhao Jia's left hand also waved at the same time, slashing towards him.

A silver light suddenly flashed into the eyes of the young target, as fast as lightning.

The young target's head suddenly flew up, and at the moment when his consciousness was dying, he saw clearly that Zhao Jia still had a sword in his left hand, a sword drawn from the broadsword that was stirred up by him!

He suddenly woke up from the private room, his eyes full of shock, and his face was as white as paper.

Zhao Jia's entire right chest was pierced by the Huoyun Sword, and seeing the phantom body of the young target shatter in front of him, an unprecedented pleasure arose in his heart, as if he had suddenly broken free from a shackle, and when the phantom body fell to the ground, it also collapsed.

"Win, we won this game!"

In the private room, Feng Tielu jumped up from the ground excitedly.

Ye Yan's heart finally fell, and he took a long breath, Zhao Jia's victory in this battle was really thrilling, but it was not a fluke, there were many commendable points, although the kendo practice was not as good as him, but the kind of will to win without fear was not lost to him at all, and it also made him feel a lot.

After Zhao Jia woke up from his phantom body, his physical strength was seriously overdrawn and he fainted directly on the meditation bed.

Seeing this, Feng Tielu hurriedly jumped over and shook it, but was blown away by a strong gust of wind.

Qingfeng's figure suddenly condensed beside the bed: "Don't move him yet, his current state is very mysterious, just let him lie down"

Feng Tielu was startled when he suddenly saw a young man appear beside him, but seeing that his face was very similar to Qingfeng, he immediately thought of the reason, and said in shock: "Senior Brother Qingfeng, are you breaking through the realm?" ”

Qingfeng nodded slightly.

Feng Tielu gasped, and gave a fist salute with some crampedness, "Congratulations, senior brother, thanks to your help this time, thank you, thank you"

Qingfeng chuckled: "You're welcome, it's just a trivial matter"

Ye Mo took a step forward and bowed his hand slightly: "Although the matter is not big, the friendship is not thin, thank you"