674 Sword Light

674 sword light

"Humph! You are looking for death!"

Yang Zhenyang was completely angry.

As his wrist shook, a wisp of cold sword light suddenly shot out.

This ray of sword light was like a sword, instantly piercing the void and slashing towards Ye Feng's throat.

"ah!"

Ye Feng twisted his body lightly in half a circle and avoided it.

"Bang!"

Yang Zhenyang's sword light fell aside, carving a deep ravine in the dirt.

"930" His heart suddenly sank.

This blow used a full 60% of the force, but it only made a shallow mark around Ye Feng.

This guy's physical strength is terrifying!

But at this time, Ye Feng had already rushed over, raised his hand and punched out.

Yang Zhenyang swung his sword to block, but he couldn't stop Ye Feng's violent punches at all.

"Crack!"

The blade of the sword shattered, and he took a few steps back, almost falling to the ground.

Yang Zhenyang was filled with shock. He never expected that Ye Feng would be so fierce!

"You little beast, die!"

Yang Zhenyang roared, his aura suddenly surged, and his whole body turned into an afterimage and rushed towards Ye Feng.

At the same time, he whipped out a whip kick, sending Yang Zhenyang's body flying out and slamming into the wall.

After all, he has offended too many people and must not leave any further trouble.

Yang Zhenyang's mother screamed sharply...

Ye Feng shook his head, turned around and prepared to leave.

He knew that from this moment on, a deadly feud had been formed between him and Yang Zhenyang. Whether it was for Yang Mengchen's revenge or for self-protection, he had to eradicate it.

Especially Yang Zhenyang and the many guards around him were stunned and in disbelief.

"What?"

Yang Zhenyang spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with endless hatred.

"Brother, you

"Um?"

"clang!"

There was a cold arc on the corner of Ye Feng's mouth, and he suddenly exerted force on his palm, "Crack!"

She rushed over, helped Yang Zhenyang up, and checked his injuries. Her heart seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar, and her whole body was shaking uncontrollably.

"Pfft!"

This scene made everyone's eyes widen.

Ye Feng turned around and saw Ye Linglong. .

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"You bastard! How dare you hurt my son? You are dead!"

Ye Feng casually abandoned the broken sword.

After Yang Zhenyang left, the surrounding passers-by also dispersed.

At this critical moment, Ye Feng stretched out two fingers and caught Yang Zhenyang's sword light.

Yang Zhenyang spurted out a mouthful of blood, his face extremely pale.

Just as Ye Feng was about to walk into the market to buy vegetables, he suddenly heard a familiar voice coming from behind.

"This...this is impossible!" Yang Zhenyang's face was filled with despair.

Yang Zhenyang's sword just now contained all the vitality of the Innate Ninth Layer peak.

"Okay, I'll wait for you." Ye Feng said lightly.

Yang Zhenyang slashed at Ye Feng's head with his sword.

The Treasure Weapon-level sword broke immediately, and Yang Zhenyang's jaw burst open, dripping with blood.

"This sword is worthless!"

"Wow!"

"Ye Feng, just wait to die!" he roared.

"I will let you know how powerful I am, and you will regret it!" Yang Zhenyang looked at Ye Feng bitterly, then picked up his mother and ran away in despair.

Ye Feng actually neutralized his sword attack with just two fingers, which was simply unbelievable!

This Treasure Weapon-level sword was given to him by his father for self-defense, but now it was destroyed in Ye Feng's hands.