Cultivator: Fighting God

Chapter 185 The Sword Roar (9)
Ye Yang said indifferently: "Grandpa Qin Fang, you have also seen that I have no way out, the Ye family has been bullied to such an extent, if I am cowardly, who will wash away the shame for the Ye family? The love of the same root, what kind of world is this? If the world is really turned upside down and ghosts and monsters are rampant, I am willing to use my life to prove the truth!"

Qin Fang's voice trembled: "Okay, good boy..."

On the side of the stage, Zengxuan stood up, clenched her fists, and swirled with the power of the faint starry sky. After a while, she sighed, but sat back in her seat, with a pair of beautiful eyes shining brightly.

……

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.

(End of this chapter)