Fantasy: I, The Salted Fish Will Become Stronger

The Shushan Inner Sect assessment competition has entered the final top ten.

In this competition, no dark horse broke into the top ten.

The ten seeded players have all demonstrated their own strength, proving to the world that their seeded players are worthy of their names.

Ye Xiu entered the top 20 and became one of the two dark horses in this competition.

The first round of the top ten competition kicked off under much anticipation.

On the ring.

The two descendants of the Zhao family, Zhao Zhixun and Zhao Zhijing, stood with their hands behind their backs.

As soon as this group of duels came out, it attracted the attention of countless people.

Under the arena, the crowds and supporters of both sides were shouting loudly.

"Brother Xun, come on!"

"Brother Xun will win!"

"Brother Jing is invincible!"

"Brother Jing beat him to the ground!"

In the stands, the true disciples were also discussing this group of clan duels.

"Brother Zhao, these two are direct descendants of your Zhao family, who do you think is the better of them?"

Hai Min cast his eyes on a young man wearing a golden crown, dressed in fine clothes, with a stalwart figure and a very handsome appearance.

Zhao Zhiyun shook his head slightly: "These two little guys are walking with the sword of domineering."

"Similar in age and similar in strength, if there is no blessing from foreign objects, even if you fight for three days and three nights, you will not be able to tell the winner."

"However, what is certain is that the loser of this battle may have his heart damaged, and it is very likely that he will change from a generation of geniuses to mediocre people."

The rest of the true biography followed suit and nodded. It is a fact recognized by everyone that one surname is one bully.

When the overlords of the same clan meet, there is bound to be a death.

Both of them are geniuses, although it is a pity that one of them has fallen, but in the Supreme Sword Sect, in the big family, the most indispensable thing is genius.

A genius with damaged Dao heart does not deserve to be called a genius.

"Junior Brother Qin, what do you think?"

Seeing that everyone was chatting enthusiastically, Long Yanqing also pulled Qin Hao to chat.

Qin Hao said with a smile: "Strictly speaking, this is not a battle of hegemony."

When Long Yanqing heard this, he immediately regained his spirits: "Junior Brother Qin, do you know something that we big guys don't know?"

Qin Hao pretended to be mysterious: "Brother Long, you will know soon."

"It won't work if I say it?"

Long Yanqing was still a little bit unwilling to give up, and started to make sidelines: "Then who do you think will win?"

"It's questionable, of course Ah Xun will win."

Qin Hao looked confident.

It made Long Yanqing a little unpredictable, how could this kid look like an expert every day at such a young age.

Gan Zhenduo looked at the two people on the ring and said, "Master, do you think A Xun can defeat his brainless cousin in a few moves?"

Qin Hao didn't answer his question directly, but asked back.

"How many tricks do you think it takes for the current shock to hit your pre-enlightenment self?"

Gan Zhenduo didn't speak, but thought about this question carefully.

Soon he had the answer in his mind, and murmured, "Zhao Zhijing shouldn't be that weak, right?"

The camera shifts to the arena.

The opponent was extremely jealous when they met.

Zhao Zhijing looked at this cousin who was completely different from before, with contempt in his eyes.

"I have been waiting ten years for this battle, and now I want to let everyone know who is suitable to take the road of dominance!!!"

His voice was so loud that everyone in the square could hear him clearly.

However, he didn't show the slightest disgust. On the contrary, he felt that this was the real way of overlord.

Domineering means domineering.

If a person who walks the way of the overlord does not have any domineering spirit, then his path has come to an end.

On the other hand, Zhao Zhixun's face was calm, apart from an irresistible majesty exuding from his body.

Doesn't give off an aggressive vibe?

Could it be that he is cowardly?

Such an idea popped up in many people's minds.

Zhao Zhixun said indifferently: "Overbearing, Xiao Daoer, those who have dominated since ancient times have never ended well. Are you sure you want to go this way?"

Zhao Zhijing:? ? ?

What does this guy mean?

"Humph!"

Zhao Zhijing snorted coldly: "Don't act like you are superior all day, today I will have a battle with you!"

As soon as the words fell, the inner disciple robe on his body burst open suddenly.

I saw him wearing a cold black armor and holding a black long sword.

Standing there gives people a feeling that even if there are thousands of troops, it will be difficult to shake the slightest.

"Yes, you are qualified to fight with me."

With a calm expression on his face, Zhao Zhixun slowly pulled out his own saber from his waist.

His movements are not fast, but they give people a sense of elegance and courtesy.

But as soon as the sword was unsheathed, his whole body was sublimated, like a high-ranking king looking down on his own subjects.

Such a powerful aura!

The cultivator present felt Zhao Zhixun's aura, and couldn't help but gasped. Even the Seventh Elder was a little surprised, squinting his eyes, staring at Zhao Zhixun for a long time.

Then there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

Zhao Zhijing yelled loudly, jumped up high on his toes, raised the sword in his hand and swung it down.

"Overlord Peerless!!!"

Before the sword in his hand fell, a vision appeared in the sky.

I saw a huge sword falling from the sky.

That sword seemed to have the power to split mountains and rivers with a force.

Gods block and kill gods and Buddhas block and kill Buddhas!

The way of the overlord is invincible, one sword is sacrificed, there is death but there is no life!

In an instant.

The entire arena suddenly became extremely small.

Zhao Zhixun in the arena had nowhere to escape, there were only two endings, one was to kneel down and admit defeat, the other was to die under the sword.

Seeing this sword, all the true disciples in the stands couldn't help admiring a few words:

"Zhao Zhijing's domineering path is on the right track. The power of this sword, in the Inner Sect, also has the strength to compete for the top three."

"That's right, he is still young, and in time, he will definitely become one of the true heirs of my supreme sword sect!"

"..."

As for Zhao Zhixun, who was standing motionless on the ring, no one was optimistic that he would win this battle of dominance.

Just one ten-thousandth of a second before the giant sword was about to fall.

Zhao Zhixun drew his sword.

Clang!

Accompanied by a sword cry.

A Sword Ray pierced the sky.

That sword was not as overbearing as Zhao Zhijing's, nor did he have the feeling of being invincible.

But it was such an understatement.

Let the vision in the sky disappear.

clang!

Sword Ray passed Zhao Zhijing's body and made a crisp sound.

Before everyone could react, Zhao Zhijing in the sky fell from the sky like the sound of a disconnected wind.

Boom!

Zhao Zhijing's body was hit hard.

quiet!

There was no sound in the whole square.

Everyone present stared at Zhao Zhixun on the ring in dumbfounded.

I saw him slowly putting away the sword in his hand, showing majesty, and looking down at Zhao Zhijing in front of him with a condescending attitude.

There was a bit of pity in those indifferent eyes.

puff……

Zhao Zhijing spat out a mouthful of blood. He covered his own wound, and supported his crumbling body with the sword in the other hand.

"What you just displayed was not overbearing at all."

"That's right."

Zhao Zhixun responded lightly.

"This is the kingly way."

"Royal way?"

Zhao Zhijing didn't expect the other party to admit it readily.

"You... you actually destroyed the Dao and rebuilt it?"

"Of course not. Domineering is just a way to lead to the kingly way. In ancient times, the only purpose of a hegemony is to become a king."

Zhao Zhixun explained casually.

But the implication is already obvious, I have surpassed you too much in the road.

"This...how is this possible?"

Zhao Zhijing uttered a hysterical roar, and the next second he felt blood rushing from his heart, and then his throat was sweet.

puff……

He spat out a mouthful of old blood, and passed out on the ring with a face full of unwillingness.

He couldn't figure it out, he and Zhao Zhixun had been fighting for decades on the way of dominance.

As a result, Zhao Zhixun suddenly threw himself away, and even beat himself to pieces.

Zhao Zhixun didn't look at his cousin lying on the ground, but turned to look at the referee aside.

"Brother, it's time to announce the result of this battle."

"Oh."

The referee quickly shouted: "The winner of this battle is Zhao Zhixun!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone present recovered from their horror.

Today's battle really opened the eyes of all of them.

Zhao Zhixun suddenly surpassed his deadly enemy on the road to the great road, and defeated his opponent with one move.

Such a drama has not appeared for many years.

Zhao Zhixun flew back to the stands without staying on his toes too much.

As soon as he landed, Gan Zhenduo greeted him with a smile:

"Daxun, congratulations."

"By the way, what was the name of your sword just now?"

When the people around heard this, they couldn't help but look at Zhao Zhixun.

"The emperor was furious."

Zhao Zhixun said without thinking.

"it is good!"

Qin Hao clapped his hands and praised: "When the emperor is angry, the overlord bows his head, which is a good meaning."

Gan Zhenduo: "You really read the book correctly. The sword moves are so special, but the power is not as powerful as the sword formation that I fought against me that day."

This seemingly understatement, but it surprised many people present!

Zhao Zhixun didn't go all out just now?

How terrifying would it be if he shot with all his strength?