Cultivator: Fighting God

Chapter 660 Goodbye Peng Yue (14)
Situ Wenruo yelled: "Bold Peng Yue, do you dare to offend me?"

Peng Yue said angrily: "I am the general of the Wei State, how could I commit an offense here? Today, I have to borrow this Lingxi sword, or I have to borrow it if I don't want to borrow it!"

"Bold, court death!"

Situ Wenruo waved his robe, the power of the starry sky surged, and he opened one hand, his five fingers were like eagle claws, and he grabbed the opponent with the cyan luster of true energy.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Peng Yue laughed wildly, raised his arm lightly, and suddenly knocked it on Situ Wenruo's armpit, then raised his right leg, with a strong flame of true energy, and shouted: "How dare a frail scholar like you Stop me?"

"Oh!"

Amidst the sound of heavy blows, Situ Wenruo was no match for Peng Yue, the third-tier powerhouse in the starry sky. He was already defeated in a face-to-face encounter, and he squatted down slowly while covering his chest. The ribs on his chest had already been broken by Peng Yue's kick. The tree roots, obviously, although they are both in the realm of the starry sky, the gap between Situ Wenruo and Peng Yue is unattainable.

King Yan stood up and said angrily: "Bold Peng Yue, how dare you despise me like this?"

Peng Yue raised his foot and kicked Situ Wenruo over, and said with a ferocious smile: "So what if you despise you? Hmph, in the barren and cold land of Yan Kingdom, how dare you hide such a treasure as the Lingxi Sword? Bring the Lingxi sword back to Wei State, and command the world, who dare not follow?"

King Yan hurriedly ordered the guards to stop him, but he saw that those guards didn't dare to step forward. Peng Yue's mere look was enough to make them silent. After all, the aura of the starry sky powerhouse was so terrifying.

At this time, Yan Yao stood up suddenly, her pretty face was full of anger: "Huh, this daring thief, does he think that there is no one in my country of Yan?"

In front of the princess who wanted to do it herself, Yun Xiaoxi suddenly reached out and pressed Yanyao's shoulder, saying: "Don't go, or you will be killed, Peng Yue is already insane, he will kill you."

Saying that, Yun Xiaoxi glanced at Yu Wenshang who was rushing towards him, and then, Yun Xiaoxi's pair of beautiful eyes suddenly flashed, and Yu Wenshang fell to the ground, kneeling and sitting there, holding a The long sword, however, couldn't move forward half a step. That's right, Yun Xiaoxi's concentration attack was extremely well grasped, but he just organized Yu Wenshang to die, but he didn't kill him.

……

Engulfed by anger, Peng Yue hurried to the stage. He didn't care about Yun Xiaoxi beside Princess Yanyao at all, and didn't know that this maid had the strength to kill him. He only focused on the Lingxi sword on the high stage.

"Crack!"

With his combat boots stepping on the ground, Peng Yue jumped up suddenly, stretched out his hand with incomparable precision, and with a "snap", the Lingxi Sword was firmly grasped in his hand. He was standing in the air, and the gust of wind made his battle robe roar, ha ha! With a smile, he stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword, and suddenly exerted force. Accompanied by the crisp sound of sword chant, the sharpness of the Lingxi sword was revealed!
……

"Hahaha, Ye Yang, your time of death has arrived!"

Chapter Two Hundred and Eight

(End of this chapter)