The roar of the angry sword was absolutely tremendous. Compared with the same move that Peng Yue'er made, Peng Cheng's roar of the angry sword could be described as earth-shaking. The dark blade had a strong sharp edge, the sky and the earth were lost, and the energy of the light lion head roared and swept towards the earth, with a very powerful momentum of tearing everything through!

Ye Yang was fearless, looking up at the roaring sword roaring energy that was attacking in the air, and suddenly raised the Breaking Flame Sword. The true energy of the Fire God in the body of the Gu Gu continued to transform, and it condensed into a giant Taixu pattern on the soles of his feet. The blue Qiankun shield and the golden light of the roar of the roar of the roar of the roar of the roar of the roar of the roar of the roar of the roar of the roar of the roar of the roar of the roar of the roar of the roar of the roar of the roar of the roar of the turbulent sword were strong!

"brush!"

The Qiankun Shield ascended with the guidance and appeared at the tip of the sword edge of the Breaking Flame Sword. The energy soared. Ye Yang gave his almost all his strength to welcome the opponent's full-strength attack!

Time seemed to be frozen, and everyone in the audience was dumbfounded. No one expected that this year's rookie competition would actually have such a level of competition. Although Ye Yang was just a boy at level 5 of the earth, his sharp moves were no less than Peng Cheng who was used in level 7 of the earth!

"boom!"

The earth shook, and the energy of the angry sword roar finally collided with the Qiankun shield, and suddenly it made a roar. The fire altar seemed to be like the sky collapsed and the earth was cracked. Many retainers with low cultivation were so scared that their faces were pale. Have they ever seen such a fierce energy collision?

A large number of flames condensed in the air and remained undispersed for a long time.

Finally, after a while, the competition stage returned to a moment of tranquility.

"Uh! Ziyu..."

Ye Nantian's mouth opened slightly, and his heart was as if he was twisted into the field.

The competition platform was already full of holes. In the ruins, Ye Yang knelt on one knee and leaned on the Breaking Flame Sword in one hand. The green clothes on his upper body were torn by the impact of energy, revealing pieces of powerful golden muscles.

"puff……"

A mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out, and Ye Yang's sword eyebrows stood up. He couldn't believe that the opponent's strength was so strong. Even the Qiankun Shield, derived from his strongest power, could not resist the other party's angry sword roar. The earth level five and the earth level seven were two levels apart. This gap was indeed insurmountable. Even if he practiced the more profound and mysterious Fire God Remnant Scroll and Qiankun Shield, it would be useless.

In the air, a handsome figure floated a few meters ahead of Ye Yang. It was Peng Cheng. Compared to Ye Yang's embarrassment, Peng Cheng had to be much more at ease. He looked at Ye Yang with a strong sharp light and said angrily: "Boy, if you are poor at this skill, then be prepared to die!"

Ye Yang stood up suddenly, looking straight at the other party with clear eyes. Although he even stood firm, he still said lightly: "Before you kill me, please stop talking."

"snort!"

Peng Cheng snorted coldly, raised his sword forward, and the fire god's power flew up, ready to launch another fierce move.

...

At this moment, a group of people came from outside the Fire God Altar martial arts venue, dressed in luxurious clothes.

Suddenly, Peng Feng stood up and went to greet him in person.

The guided clerk shouted several times at the top of his voice—

"The General of the Great Qin Empire, the Consul of the Eastern Province, and General Wang Dian arrived!"

"The Lord of Good City, Lord Pang Jing is here!"

"The Young Master of Liangcheng, the son of Pang Jing, and the Young Master Pang Nan are here!"

...

Sure enough, it is either obvious or expensive, no wonder Peng Feng would greet him in person.

On the stage, Peng Cheng frowned and looked at the person who came and temporarily stopped accumulating momentum.

Ye Yang's eyes were calm, but the fire god's remnant true energy in his body was surging and surging. He quickly returned blood and calmed down his breath every minute. At the same time, Qin Fang's voice sounded from the bottom of his heart: "Ziyu, if you really can't do it, don't force it. This boy Peng Cheng is extremely talented. Your cultivation time is still short, and this contest is not fair at all!"

Ye Yang said lightly: "Grandpa Qin Fang, you have seen that I have no way out. The Ye family was bullied to such an extent. If I am cowardly, who will wash away the shame of the Ye family? All beings are equal, and the Peng family bullies others with such power and ignores the same roots. What kind of world is this? If the universe is really upside down and ghosts are rampant, I am willing to prove the truth with my life!"

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

On the side of the platform, Zeng Xuan stood up, clenched his pink fists, and the faint power of the starry sky swirled. After a while, she sighed, but sat back on her seat, and the light flowed in her beautiful eyes.

...

On the long steps, a warrior in front of him pressed the hilt of his sword with his mighty eyes looking down on all directions. This man was Wang Dian, one of the generals of the empire. He had a very profound cultivation and was quite famous in Qi, Chu, Wei, Han and other places.

Peng Feng walked forward, bowed his body and smiled and said, "What kind of wind blows General Wang over?"

Wang Dian clasped his fists and smiled: "Zengzhu Peng, you, the Fire God clan is such a grand event, how can I not miss it?"

On the side, the city lord Pang Jing smiled and explained: "General Wang Dian led a large army to Daze Township to pacify the rebels Chen Sheng and Wu Guang. After passing here, he heard that Mr. Peng Cheng, who is known as the "High-Advanced National Scholar", will participate in today's competition, so General Wang Dian went here to observe the style of the national soldiers!"

Wang Diandao: "The young general did not miss the contest between the national soldiers, right?"

Peng Feng shook his head repeatedly and said with a smile: "It's really time for the general to come. Peng Cheng is competing with a child in the clan. The winner has not yet been decided. General, please sit down!"

"well!"

Wang Dian laughed heartily and sat in Peng Feng's original position. Pang Jing and Peng Feng sat on both sides, with the main and secondary hierarchical superiority and inferiority in order.

Looking at the stage, the two young men were angry, Peng Cheng was naturally relaxed and handsome, while his opponent, Ye Yang, whose clothes were broken, was not embarrassed. The light of the Breaking Flame Sword God in his hand was faintly shining, and there were flame cyclones around him, and his eyes were full of indomitableness and anger.

Wang Dian pondered and laughed: "The national sage seems to have entered the seventh level of the earth. His opponent, that boy, did not lose instantly. What kind of person is he?"

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

"Oh, that's it..."

Wang Dian nodded, suddenly shouted in a deep voice: "National Sir, Ye Yang, your contest can begin until the winner is decided!"

...

Peng Cheng looked at Ye Yang and suddenly smiled fiercely: "No one can save you, your death date has come!"

Ye Yang snorted coldly, and the flames flew up and entered a state of combat instantly.

"Die!"

Peng Cheng suddenly launched an attack, his body was like a ghost, and his sword slashed towards Ye Yang's waist like lightning. At the same time, his left fist was extremely domineering and slammed out flames, and he rushed towards Ye Yang's retreat, as if he had decided to cut Ye Yang halfway on the stage.

In an instant, anger flew in Ye Yang's eyes, and unexpectedly there was no way to dodge. The Breaking Flame Sword was filled with the residual true energy of the Fire God. The left fist condensed into the Qiankun shield and faced the other party's fist.

The weapons and iron collide with each other, extremely fierce!

"bite!"

As soon as he touched, Ye Yang retreated in a rather embarrassing manner, his qi and blood surged in his body. His strength was not on the same level as the other party. Even if he used the Qiankun Shield to remove the power, it was still unbearable.

On the other hand, Peng Cheng looked different. Although he was not embarrassed, his face turned pale and looked coldly at his beloved weapon, the dark blade. A crack had already broken out on the long sword!

"How...how is it possible?" Peng Cheng was extremely shocked, and looked at the Breaking Flame Sword in Ye Yang's hand, and shouted sternly: "Is your sword... a seventh-grade weapon?"

Ye Yang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and laughed, "Did you see it?"

Peng Cheng suddenly sneered: "This sword is my master!"

"Is that true? Then come and get it!"

In an instant, Peng Cheng launched another fierce attack, and the dark blade swung in the air, and even thundered and lightning shot out a fierce and angry sword roar!

"snort!"

The energy of the Qiankun Shield appeared on the sword edge of the Breaking Flame Sword. Ye Yang saw it clearly, and his body suddenly spiraled. With the help of the mighty spiral force, he rotated on the spot, perfectly removing the domineering energy of the roar of the angry sword!

Everyone in the audience was shocked and gasped.

Wang Dian couldn't help but feel moved: "You're pretty! What a smart boy..."

However, the next moment, Ye Yang suddenly couldn't move, and his right arm holding the sword had been grabbed by his big hand like a clamp. At some point, Peng Cheng had already come behind Ye Yang and grabbed Ye Yang's arm.

"Haha, I said, Master Zhuan wants this sword!"

Peng Cheng laughed loudly, and the dark blade turned into a sword light and slashed at Ye Yang's right arm. It was so vicious that he wanted to destroy Ye Yang's arm while grabbing the sword!

"Think beautifully!"

Ye Yang shouted violently, suddenly his body sank, and his knees hit Peng Cheng's chest. At the same time, his arm moved the mystery of Taixu contained in the Qiankun Shield, and it slipped out like a loach.

Peng Cheng naturally refused to let him go, and the dark blade flew up and slashed over Ye Yang's back.

"Puff!"

The protective energy was torn apart in an instant, and a long sword wound appeared on Ye Yang's back. Fortunately, it was only a skin injury, and it did not hurt his muscles or bones. Otherwise, Ye Yang would have lost the capital to fight again.

After wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Peng Cheng had a grin on his face: "You trash, actually hurt me. It seems that Yue'er's defeat was not unfair!"

Ye Yang's luck stopped the bleeding from the wound behind him, and looked at his opponent coldly without saying a word. At this time, Ye Yang knew very well that the true energy consumed by saying a word was extremely precious, so why bother with Peng Cheng?

Peng Cheng laughed and condensed his energy again. Countless lights flew from the dark blade sword, and another blow of the angry sword roar. Peng Yue'er used the strength of the earth's level 6 to urge the valley to almost exhaust the energy of the whole body. However, Peng Cheng issued the angry sword roar, but it was so relaxed and freehand.

However, an even more shocking scene appeared. While the roar of anger was condensed on the dark blade, Peng Cheng raised his left arm, and the energy halo of the golden lion's head appeared in his palm, which actually condensed the energy of two seventh-level martial arts at the same time!

Everyone in the audience was completely shocked.

The Lord of Liangcheng City, Pang Jing, looked calm, but her heart was surging, and she said in a deep voice: "What a national sage, she is indeed worthy of being a peerless genius!"

Wang Dian nodded and said, "You have such cultivation as less than thirty years old. Peng Cheng is indeed a national scholar!"

Pang Jing smiled slightly and said, "This time, let's see how this boy Ye Yang can stop him!"

Wang Dian sneered: "In my eyes, he is already a dead person."

Pang Jing: “…”

Not far away, Zeng Xuan glanced at Wang Dian and Peng Jing, and snorted coldly, disagreed.

...

Peng Cheng on the stage was proudly gathering the two angry swords roars, but he was suddenly hit by an old fist in his chest. The raider was Ye Yang. He never gave his opponent too much opportunity to accumulate momentum. This is the law of fighting. Peng Cheng accumulated two angry swords roars at the same time, which took too long, and this is the flaw!

"puff!"

Peng Cheng spit out another mouthful of blood, and a charred black appeared on his chest, but the protective energy still did not dissipate, and Ye Yang's attack was far from enough!
To be continued...