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

"Damn it!"

Yang Zheng hated this look. He roared angrily and struggled painfully. Every muscle seemed to be twitching and almost torn apart.

But he still climbed up from the ground tenaciously, dust and sweat intertwined together, forming a tragic picture.

With anger burning in his eyes, he rushed towards Ye Yan again, as if he wanted to vent all his anger on him.

When Ye Yan saw this, a cold smile appeared on his lips.

There was a fierce light in his eyes, like a cheetah staring at its prey.

His steps suddenly stepped out, each step as shocking as thunder.

His figure left a trail of afterimages in the air, like a bolt of lightning piercing the sky, approaching Yang Zheng rapidly.

Yang Zheng only felt a strong sense of oppression coming over him. His heart tightened and he wanted to avoid it but it was too late.

Ye Yan held the spear tightly with both hands and stabbed it out fiercely. The tip of the spear flashed with cold light and hit Yang Zheng's vital part.

Yang Zheng hurriedly waved the weapon in his hand to resist, only to hear a "clang" sound, and the sound of metal collision echoed in the air.

The two men retracted their weapons at the same time and stood there, facing each other.

Yang Zheng's eyes were full of shock. He didn't expect Ye Yan's speed to be so fast, as unpredictable as a bolt of lightning.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm down the shock in his heart.

"So fast!"

Yang Zheng couldn't help but exclaim, his voice full of admiration and fear.

He looked at Ye Yan with fear in his eyes. He knew that the opponent in front of him was far beyond his imagination.

Ye Yan's strength was so terrifying, as if possessed by a silver python, making him feel extremely depressed and powerless.

Ye Yan looked at Yang Zheng coldly, without any pity or sympathy in his eyes.

Yang Zheng's body was trembling, and his fists were clenched tightly, as if he wanted to squeeze out all his strength.

Although he was full of fear, his eyes revealed a strange excitement, as if he was expecting something.

"Are you really a monster?"

He struggled to say these words, with a hint of indescribable awe in his voice.

Ye Yan sneered, and his laughter echoed in the silent night air, carrying a chilling chill.

"You will soon know what kind of monster I am!"

His words were full of confidence and domineering.

Suddenly, Ye Yan's feet kicked off the ground, and his whole body hit Yang Zheng like a discharged cannonball.

He was extremely fast and rushed in front of Yang Zheng almost in the blink of an eye.

Yang Zheng's pupils suddenly dilated. He didn't expect Ye Yan to be so fast.

He wanted to dodge, but it was too late. He could only watch Ye Yan's attack approaching.

"Bang bang bang!"

The collision between the two made a deafening sound, and every impact was like a heavy hammer hitting people's hearts.

Their figures intertwined in the night sky at a dizzying speed.

Suddenly, there was a loud "Bang!" and the two collided violently again.

Yang Zheng was knocked away by Ye Yan's powerful force and fell heavily to the ground.

He groaned in pain, but the madness in his eyes only grew stronger.

"ah!"

Yang Zheng shouted angrily. He struggled to stand up from the ground and suddenly opened his hands.

In his palm, a red flame suddenly appeared, jumping and burning, as if it was going to devour everything.

"Go for it!"

Yang Zheng roared, and he suddenly threw the fireball in his hand towards Ye Yan.

The fireball drew a fiery trajectory in the sky, like a falling meteor.

"Boom!"

As the fireball flew, a huge fire cloud suddenly appeared next to Yang Zheng.

The fire shot up into the sky and lit up the entire night sky.

The scorching temperature made people feel like they were in a furnace, and even the air seemed to be on fire.

"boom!"

A huge wave of fire swept over and drowned Ye Yan.

The fire wave was like a fire dragon, rushing towards Ye Yan with its teeth and claws, trying to engulf him in the sea of ​​fire.

Facing this surging fire wave, Ye Yan showed no fear at all.

He stood there, his eyes fixed on the charging fire dragon, the expression on his face cold and firm.

He knew that this was just Yang Zheng's last ditch effort, and he had to go all out to defeat him.

The corners of Yang Zheng's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a victor's smile.

"die!"

Yang Zheng shouted coldly, staring at Ye Yan without blinking, as if his fate had been locked.

"Ah!"

However, the look of victory on his face soon disappeared.

Because, he watched helplessly as Ye Yan cut through the fire wave with one sword, penetrated the center of the fire wave, and came straight towards him.

"How can this be?"

Yang Zheng's heart suddenly shrank, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

"boom!"

The next moment, Yang Zheng felt a pain in his head, and a huge force hit him, causing his body to fly backwards.

"Crack!"

In mid-air, Yang Zheng felt a sweet sensation in his throat, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Plop!"

He fell straight to the ground with a dull sound.

Yang Zheng was lying on the cold stone floor at this moment, his whole body seemed to be pierced by countless sharp objects, and every nerve was screaming in pain.

He tried hard to move and sit up.

But Ye Yan's fatal sword just now, like a poisonous snake, raged in his body, making him unable to move.

"Hahahaha!"

Yang Zheng's laughter echoed in the empty field.

His laughter seemed to contain an indescribable emotion, which was the vision of the future, the hope for mankind, and the recognition of Ye Yan's strength.

His laughter was like a raging fire, burning on the cold ground, illuminating his firm belief.

Ye Yan looked at Yang Zheng in front of him, frowning, and his heart was full of doubts.

He couldn't understand why this enemy could still laugh so happily at the critical moment of life and death.

His eyes were full of indifference and confusion, and the long sword in his hand was still dripping with blood.

"What are you laughing at?"

Ye Yan's tone revealed a hint of impatience.

Yang Zheng raised his head and glanced at Ye Yan, and the smile on his face became brighter.

He took a deep breath and spoke with difficulty:

"What? Can't I smile before I die? Ye Yan, you are very strong, this is the hope I see. As long as you are there, Daxia, and even the entire human race, will have a better future."

After hearing this, Ye Yan's heart moved, but his face did not show it.

He snorted coldly, said no more, raised the long sword in his hand, and prepared to give this stubborn enemy the final blow.

"Puff!"

The long sword cut through the air, with a sharp sword energy, and instantly pierced into Yang Zheng's chest.

Yang Zheng's body trembled violently, and then froze on the spot.

The corner of his mouth still had that smile, but the light in his eyes was slowly dissipating.

Ye Yan looked at Yang Zheng in front of him, and a complex emotion surged in his heart.

He put away the long sword, glanced at Yang Zheng lightly, and turned away.

The power in his body also slowly dissipated. (End of this chapter)