“Kneel down!”

Ba Dao Zhang Yong looked down at Yang Fan with his height and size advantage.

He roared angrily, his voice rolling like thunder.

"Heh! Where did the dog come from? Is it not tied with a leash?" Yang Fan had a look of contempt on his face and was not frightened by the powerful force of Tyrant Sword Zhang Yong.

Wow!

The crowd in the audience was in an uproar.

He was secretly shocked at Yang Fan's courage, as he actually dared to call Zhang Yong a dog without a leash.

"court death!"

Zhang Yong's face turned cold and he was furious!

The next moment, he suddenly grabbed the ink-black knife in his hand and slashed towards Yang Fan.

boom!

With a muffled sound, Yang Fan retreated three steps.

"Amazing! You're worthy of being the best swordsman among the geniuses of Rudong Middle School. Your sword carries a blade of energy."

"He's so strong thanks to his Emperor-grade sword spirit root. When competing with others in martial arts, he naturally has the upper hand."

"Yes, performing martial arts with or without Qi is completely different."

"However, this kid from Mengxi Middle School is not bad either. He actually withstood the thundering attack of Tyrant Blade Zhang Yong."

The people in the audience exclaimed and talked about it.

Originally, they thought Yang Fan couldn't even withstand a single blow.

They were quite surprised that he was able to withstand the attack of Tyrant Sword Zhang Yong.

"Interesting." Ba Dao Zhang Yong showed surprise and a playful look on his face.

"Really?" Yang Fan raised his eyelids, "I hope you can still laugh later."

"Oh! Stupid! Just you?" Zhang Yong was amused and didn't take Yang Fan's words seriously at all.

Yang Fan clenched the heavy black iron sword in his hand, leaned forward slightly, and exerted force suddenly.

boom!

boom!

…

A loud noise exploded, blasting in everyone's ears.

Zhang Yong showed a look of shock and just raised the black sword in his hand.

Yang Fan's heavy black iron sword appeared in front of him.

Bang!

There was a deafening sound and a powerful impact, causing Zhang Yong to retreat dozens of meters!

If the fighting competition arena wasn’t big enough.

Yang Fan's sword could knock him directly off the stage.

"What! This...this kid actually used spiritual power? Doesn't this violate the rules of the game?"

"You're breaking your sister's rules! Are you blind? The sonic boom he just created was entirely the result of his physical strength!"

"Holy crap! What kind of body movement is that? It makes such a big noise! ​​And with the heavy sword in his hand, he actually sent Tyrant Blade Zhang Yong flying over ten meters away!"

"Amazing! I thought it was a weak match, but now it looks like a battle between evenly matched masters!"

"Is Mengxi Middle School on drugs this year? How come they've produced two incredible geniuses in a row? They're about to take off."

The group of cultivators below the stage, who had not originally looked at Yang Fan, cried out in surprise again.

My eyes almost popped out of my head.

Tyrant Sword Zhang Yong ignored the discussions from the audience. He stared at Yang Fan intently, his heart filled with shock and confusion.

No one knew better than him how abnormal the power of Yang Fan's terrifying sword was when he took a few steps forward.

The knife was almost shaken out of his hand.

This guy's sword power is actually stronger than his knife power!

What's more, his physique is much smaller than his.

How is this possible!

"Bug, I underestimated you. Your strength is not worthy of being my opponent. Fight with me!"

Tyrant Sword Zhang Yong took a deep breath and spoke in a cold voice.

For the first time, his face became serious and serious.

"Ha! Worthy of being your opponent? Fighting you?" Yang Fan laughed, "Are you worthy?"

"Alpaca! What did you say!?" Ba Dao Zhang Yong was furious.

He said that Yang Fan was worthy of being his opponent, which was already a great honor for him.

So, Yang Fan actually scornfully ridiculed him for being unworthy of being his opponent?

How could Ba Dao Zhang Yong bear it? He rushed forward with a ferocious look on his face and brandished his sword.

"Within three strikes, I will chop you off the stage!"

Yang Fan sneered and moved again.

boom!

boom!

…

There was a loud explosion, and the momentum was terrifying!