“Zhao Yue! Zhao Yue!”
“Zhao Yijian! Zhao Yijian!”
Many people screamed due to the anticipation.
“Zhao Yue! Since the battle I lost to you half a year ago, we finally meet again!” Zhao Yijian was full of fighting will.
In the outer disciples, Zhao Yue was very low key. All he did was cultivate everyday and therefore, his foundation was the most solid, allowing him to constantly sit on the number one seat.
“Make your move, we will see if your Cold Flowing Sword is stronger than my Metal Body.” Zhao Yue’s height towered over Zhao Yijian.
Jiang!
Zhao Yijian took his sword out of its sheath.
The moment Cold Flowing Sword was used, the air felt like it was freezing.
“Metal Palm!” Zhao Yue’s body stood tall as his fist punched towards the sword.
Peng!
The explosion made the eardrums of lower level cultivators tremble.
Zhao Yijian moved back two steps then spun around to stab at Zhao Yue’s lower body.
“One of them is defensive while the other is offensive.”
It was obvious that the strength that Zhao Yijian and Zhao Yue showed could easily beat quasi martial artists.
If Zhao Feng didn’t form inner strength then he wouldn’t be able to break through Zhao Yue’s defenses.
Ding! Ding! Beng…..
Zhao Yue and Zhao Yijian’s fight went into red hot mode. Zhao Yijian’s sword became faster and faster. The ice cold air enveloped Zhao Yue’s body.
Zhao Yue continued to block Zhao Yijian’s sword.
If it was another third rank instead of Zhao Yue they would have been finished in one move.