The Great Fierce Girl: All the beasts I have contracted are ancient ferocious beasts

"Damn it!"

Yang Zheng roared angrily, his voice echoing in the empty field like a violent storm.

His face was full of ferocity, and his eyes flashed with crazy light, as if he wanted to devour the enemy in front of him.

He clenched his fists, and a powerful momentum burst out from his body, like a tiger descending from the mountain and swooping towards Ye Yan.

Ye Yan had just finished a fierce battle and was still a little shaken.

He was panting slightly, but his eyes shone with determination.

He knew that he could not relax at all, otherwise he would fall into a place of no return.

Just when Yang Zheng was about to approach Ye Yan, Ye Yan suddenly moved.

He looked like a ghost and disappeared instantly, leaving only an afterimage.

Yang Zheng was shocked, but it was too late to react.

I saw Ye Yan holding the sword with both hands, striking towards him like two bolts of lightning.

"Clang, clang, clang, clang!"

A dense and crisp sound of metal collision sounded.

Ye Yan's sword danced in front of Yang Zheng, like two silver whirlwinds, cutting the air into pieces.

Yang Zheng only felt powerful sword energy coming towards his face, as if he was going to tear himself into pieces.

He tried his best to break through the dense sword net, but Ye Yan cleverly blocked him every time.

His face became increasingly ugly, and his eyes shone with unwillingness.

He really didn't expect that Ye Yan actually had such strong strength.

Yang Zheng kept trying various attacks, but they were all defied by Ye Yan.

The anger in his heart grew stronger and stronger, as if it was about to set the whole world on fire.

He roared, brandished the weapon in his hand, and rushed towards Ye Yan again and again.

But Ye Yan was like a majestic mountain, unmoving no matter how Yang Zheng attacked him.

The long sword in his hand drew beautiful arcs in the air, and every swing seemed to bring up a gust of wind, neutralizing Yang Zheng's attacks one by one.

As time went by, Yang Zheng's attacks became more and more fierce, but Ye Yan became more and more calm.

He seemed to have seen through Yang Zheng's attack methods, and could accurately predict the opponent's movements every time, and then easily neutralize them.

Finally, after a fierce confrontation, Yang Zheng was repelled by Ye Yan with a sword.

He staggered back a few steps, his face as pale as paper.

He looked at Ye Yan with wide eyes, full of shock and unwillingness.

"This...how is this possible?"

he muttered.

Ye Yan stood quietly, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, his eyes calm and firm.

Yang Zheng gritted his teeth, as if he wanted to condense all the anger in his palms.

His right hand suddenly stretched out, and a red flame suddenly ignited in his palm like a summoned demon.

The flame was like a ball of blazing lava, emitting an astonishing heat wave and twisting the surrounding air.

In the eyes of everyone's surprise, the flame slowly deformed and turned into a ferocious fire snake, coiling around Yang Zheng's arm.

The scales of the fire snake shone with red light, as if each one contained blazing flames.

Yang Zheng violently threw the fire snake out.

"Pfft!"

The fire snake drew a fiery trajectory in the air and shot directly into Ye Yan's chest.

Ye Yan's clothes were instantly ignited, and the flames raged on his body, but he seemed to feel no pain, and his expression did not change at all.

He stared at Yang Zheng coldly, with a mocking smile on his lips.

"Are these the only tricks you have?"

Ye Yan sneered, his voice full of disdain.

When Yang Zheng heard this, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.

He didn't reply, but clenched his right fist tightly, and a more intense flame condensed in his fist.

This time, he no longer used a fire snake, but compressed the flame into a small fire bead.

Although this fire bead is small, the heat it emits is stronger than the previous fire snake.

At this moment, Ye Yan had already walked in front of Yang Zheng.

He narrowed his eyes, waved his hand suddenly, and two sharp flying knives flew out from his fingertips and headed straight for Yang Zheng.

"Ding Dong!"

A crisp sound rang in the air as the two flying knives collided with the fire beads in Yang Zheng's hands.

Sparks flew and the sound of metal clashing echoed in the silent air.

However, the fire beads were not knocked away by the flying knife, but hovered steadily in mid-air, emitting a blazing light.

When Yang Zheng saw this, a proud smile appeared on his lips.

He flipped his right hand, and the fire beads suddenly broke away from the shackles of the fire snake and shot towards Ye Yan.

Ye Yan frowned slightly. He did not choose to dodge, but directly punched out.

His fist collided with the fire ball in the air, causing a deafening explosion.

Sparks flew everywhere, and fire beads exploded in the air, turning into flames that scattered all over the sky.

These flames fell to the ground, instantly igniting the floor and burning it into a sea of ​​​​fire.

The flames burned brightly, illuminating everything around them red.

Yang Zheng and Ye Yan stood in the sea of ​​fire, looking at each other coldly.

The air was filled with the smell of burning and the heat of the fire, as if it was swallowing everything up.

This is a fierce contest and a battle of life and death.

Yang Zheng and Ye Yan both tried their best to kill each other.

However, it is still unknown who will have the last laugh in this battle.

"Ah!"

Ye Yan sneered, like the cold wind in winter, biting and piercing, instantly filling the entire battle space.

He took a step forward, his figure flashed like a ghost, and instantly appeared in front of Yang Zheng.

His right foot, like cast iron, with a violent force, mercilessly went straight to Yang Zheng's abdomen.

This kick seemed to contain a thousand pounds of force, enough to scare any opponent.

Yang Zheng was shocked when he saw this and quickly retreated.

However, his movements were a beat slower, as if he was bound by invisible shackles.

Ye Yan's leg, like lightning, hit him firmly in the abdomen.

"Ah"

A scream, like a torn night, instantly broke the silence around.

Yang Zheng only felt a huge force coming, and the whole person was hit by a giant hammer and flew backwards instantly.

Blood spurted out of his mouth, his body drew a long arc in the air, and finally fell heavily to the ground.

A violent cough sounded, and Yang Zheng raised his head with difficulty and looked at Ye Yan in front of him.

His eyes were filled with shock, as if he had seen something incredible.

He had never expected that Ye Yan's strength was so strong. The power of this kick was enough to make him lose his fighting ability.

The air around him seemed to have solidified, and only Yang Zheng's panting and coughing echoed in the air.

Ye Yan looked at him coldly, as if he was looking at an insignificant ant. (End of this chapter)