Cultivator: Fighting God

Chapter 108 The Sword Roar (9)
On the long steps, a martial artist in front of him pressed his sword hilt with his imposing eyes looking all around. This person is Wang Dian, one of the generals of the empire. The place is quite famous.

Peng Feng stepped forward, bowed and saluted, and said with a smile, "What kind of wind brought General Wang here?"

Wang Dian clasped his fists and smiled: "Sect Master Peng, how can I miss such a grand event of your Vulcan clan?"

On the side, Pang Jing, the lord of the city, explained with a smile: "General Wang Dian led the army to Daze Township to quell the rebels Chen Sheng and Wu Guang. Passing by here, I heard that Master Peng Cheng, who has the reputation of 'Heroic National Scholar', is going to participate in today's competition. Therefore, Wang Dian General Dian went here to observe the demeanor of the national soldiers!"

Wang Dian said: "The young general didn't miss out on the contest between national scholars, did he?"

Peng Feng shook his head again and again, and said with a smile: "The general came at the right time. Peng Cheng is competing with a member of the clan, and the winner has not yet been decided. General, please take a seat!"

"Good! Good!"

Wang Dian laughed heartily, and sat in Peng Feng's original seat, with Pang Jing and Peng Feng sitting on both sides respectively, with orderly priority and inferiority.

Looking at the stage, the two young men glared at each other. Peng Cheng was naturally relaxed and elegant, while his opponent, Ye Yang, who was covered in tattered clothes, was not in a panic either. The Poyan Sword in his hand was radiating faintly, circling around him With a whirlwind of flames, a pair of eyes were full of unyielding and anger.

Wang Dian groaned, and said with a smile: "The national scholar seems to have stepped into the realm of the seventh level of the earth. His opponent, that kid, did not lose instantly. What kind of character is he?"

Peng Feng respectfully said: "Ye Yang, whose name is Ziyu, is a direct descendant of the Ye family of the Vulcan clan."

"Oh, like this……"

Wang Dian nodded, and suddenly shouted in a deep voice: "Guo Shi, Ye Yang, your contest can begin until the winner is determined!"

……

Peng Cheng looked at Ye Yang, and suddenly smiled ferociously: "No one can save you, your death is coming!"

Ye Yang snorted coldly, the Poyan sword flew into flames, and instantly entered a fighting state.

"Die!"

Peng Cheng suddenly launched an attack, his body was like a ghost, and his sharp sword slashed at Ye Yang's waist like lightning. Ye Yang was cut in half on the stage.

For a moment, anger flew in Ye Yang's eyes, and unexpectedly he didn't dodge. The Poyan sword was full of Vulcan's remnants of true energy, and his left fist condensed out a shield of heaven and earth, facing the opponent's fist.

The interaction between the blade and the iron fist is extremely fierce!
"Ding!"

As soon as he touched it, Ye Yang backed back again and again in embarrassment, his body's blood surged, his own strength was not at the same level as the opponent's, even if he used the Qiankun Shield to relieve his strength, it was still unbearable.

On the other hand, Peng Cheng looked different. Although he was not embarrassed, his face was livid, and he looked coldly at his beloved weapon - the dark blade. A gap had suddenly burst out on the long knife!
"How...how is it possible?" Peng Cheng was extremely astonished, looked at the Poyan Sword in Ye Yang's hand, and shouted sharply: "Is your sword... a seventh-grade weapon?"

(End of this chapter)