"Brush!"

The two of them had a luster of true energy. Ye Yang's true energy was light red, but Peng Yue'er was blood red. From common sense, Peng Yue'er's strength was even better, but she was at a disadvantage in the first attack.

Peng Feng looked cold and sighed in his heart: "Yue'er is a girl after all, and she always suffers from strength. Ye Yang is really amazing. He has advanced so quickly that even I can see it!"

In the field, Peng Yue'er looked disbelief. Looking at her palms that were slapped red, she couldn't believe that her full blown attack would be shocked by the waste in front of her.

"Clam!"

Ye Yang suddenly pulled out the Breaking Flame Sword behind him. The long sword was filled with blood-colored light, and the momentum was imposing. As soon as the sword edge was unsheathed, it caused a burst of exclamation. Anyone could tell that this must be a top-level magic weapon!

"The second move!"

Ye Yang Jiankong came with a sword, and the sword tip was like a sharp weapon that broke through the sky, stabbing straight at Peng Yue'er!

"ah?!"

Peng Yue'er was shocked and quickly turned around and turned around, bringing out spiral fire powers. The open fire sword in her hand drilled into Ye Yang's armpit like a poisonous snake!

"Hey!"

Ye Yang had expected that, and suddenly the sword tip of the ground was slashed in the sky, penetrated into the powerful fire god's true energy, and slashed straight down!

"Bang!"

A crisp sound came, and Peng Yue'er stayed there, and the open fire sword in her hand was broken, leaving only a bare hilt.

Like a bolt from the blue, the weapon that can break the ninth-grade weapon is at least two levels higher. In other words, the sharp sword in Ye Yang's hand is at least seventh-grade!

"Third move"

Ye Yang was in the air, and when he fell down, he smiled slightly, suddenly stretched out his palm, and flames moved one after another, Haoran printed his palm between Peng Yue'er's chest!

"puff!"

Peng Yue'er fell out like a kite-breaking thread, vomiting blood from her mouth, but was not seriously injured. Ye Yang finally took at least 90% of her strength with one palm. Otherwise, let alone severely hurt Peng Yue'er, it would be possible to kill her on the spot!

"How...how is it possible?" Peng Yue'er stared at Ye Yang in a daze: "How is it possible for you, a waste..."

Ye Yang turned around, held Ye Nantian's fat body and said, "Dad, let's go home?"

Ye Nantian nodded, full of joy.
Chapter completed!