Fantasy I am the enemy of the world

"The power of the gods..."

The young gentleman looked at Yang Huai with a hint of disgust in his eyes, and it wasn't until she looked at Yang Feng that her eyebrows relaxed slightly.

"Yang Feng, today I will let everyone know that the geniuses who once dominated the younger generation are just dust in the wind in front of me! I, Yang Huai, am the pinnacle of the younger generation!"

Seeing Yang Feng calmly walking to the martial arts field, the resentment in Yang Huai's eyes became more and more intense. The stars above his head bloomed with unusually bright light. Even in the daytime, the stars could be seen twinkling.

"With such a restless mind, it is difficult to achieve great things."

The young gentleman sitting in the audience shook his head. During her travels, she had seen other people who were favored by the gods. Most of them were lost in the sudden and powerful strength. Their impetuous mood was doomed to not go far in their spiritual practice.

, even with the infusion of divine power, if one cannot grasp the true meaning, the Dongxu realm is the limit.

Yang Xiao's expression darkened. Even though he was dissatisfied, he could only shut up when facing the young gentleman.

On the fighting stage, Yang Feng slowly pulled out the iron sword from his waist. The jet-black sword was filled with sharp sword energy. The wind blew, and the jet-black iron sword actually made a crisp sound of gold and iron.

The young gentleman in the stands moved his bright eyes slightly, as if he thought of something, and a curious smile appeared on his face.

"Whoosh!"

Just as Yang Huai was about to speak, a ray of sharp light arrived in an instant. The fierce sword light continued to enlarge in Yang Huai's pupils. The starlight surrounding him suddenly bloomed, and a crimson meteorite appeared in front of him.

"Ding!"

With a buzzing sound, the tip of the black iron sword pierced the surface of the meteorite, waves of ripples emerged, and the surging power spread out in all directions with unparalleled edge.

The disciples in the stands looked pale, and the vitality flowing in their bodies seemed to be stuck in a quagmire and difficult to mobilize. The sharp sword energy passed over their bodies, their clothes were torn, and there were blood stains on their bodies.

"The purity of this sword energy is not inferior to that of Third Senior Brother. If I can sneak into the academy, the old man will definitely give me a reward!"

The young gentleman's face was filled with joy, and his eyes were full of enthusiasm for Yang Feng.

In the martial arts arena, Yang Huai's face was ashen and he snorted coldly: "Yang Feng, you are so shameless, you actually attacked me secretly!"

"childish."

Yang Feng chuckled lightly, raised the iron sword in his hand, and his figure was like a flying swallow flying across, leaving only the light of the sword in everyone's eyes.

"The power of the stars, bless my body, come out to me!"

Yang Huai roared loudly, the stars around him became brighter and brighter, and the shadow of the meteor quickly solidified. The heavy pressure made it difficult for people in the stands to breathe. It was like a mountain was pressing on their chests, and they were about to be opened at any time.

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Yang Feng, who had disappeared, also appeared under this heavy pressure, but the iron sword in his hand disappeared.

Yang Huai's heart sank, and he subconsciously rolled to the side. He saw the disappearing iron sword appear inexplicably from behind him, its sharp edge flashing through the shadow of the meteorite. A wisp of cyan sword light bloomed from the middle of the meteorite, and the shadow

It collapsed in an instant, and the heavy pressure on everyone's heart also disappeared.

"After receiving the inheritance from the gods, your perception also increased?"

The sword just struck was impossible to avoid in the ordinary Yundan realm. Although it did not involve any intention, it was still the pinnacle of skill. Using the blind spot of ordinary people's perspective to create the illusion of disappearance, and using the meager vitality to wield the sword accurately, even a person who has been immersed in the art of swordsmanship for hundreds of years could

It is also difficult for swordsmen to master.

The three elders and the chief clerk in the stands all looked at Yang Feng with blank expressions. It was difficult for them to understand the secret of the sword just now, but they were sure that it was definitely Xuanji Yuanjutsu, and it was also the main killing sword.

Skills.

When did the Yang family add another Xuan-level Yuan Shu in addition to the Qixuan Sword?

For a moment, everyone looked at Yang Ao with strange eyes. It was obvious that people of Yang Xiao's lineage did not know the existence of this elemental technique.

The two Xuan-level Yuan arts, even without the inheritance of the Star God, are still capable of overpowering the three families and becoming the number one force in Qingtie Mansion.

Yang Ao faced the looks of others. Although he was shocked by the power of the middle-level Yuan Shu of Xuan level, he still pretended to be calm and said with a smile: "It seems that Feng'er's talent in swordsmanship has surpassed

Got me."

The young gentleman muttered, and said to himself with a hint of dissatisfaction: "It's so flashy, and he's just like Third Senior Brother. If I had known that Third Senior Brother would be called, he would definitely be able to expose this little trick."

There was a lively discussion in the stands, but in the martial arts arena, Yang Huai's face was livid at the moment, and his hands hidden in his sleeves could not help trembling. He was only a moment away from death. If it weren't for the premonition of the gods, he would have been stabbed through the whole body.

Heartbroken.

"Are you ready for my second sword?"

Yang Feng raised the iron sword and pointed it at Yang Huai. The sword aura was everywhere on the field. No one noticed that cracks had appeared on the iron sword at this moment. The disappearing sword contained the ultimate skill, which ordinary iron swords could not do.

Withstand it, if the sword intention is attached, the iron sword will be annihilated the moment the sword is drawn.

To cross-level challenge Yang Huai, who has the inheritance of the gods, he naturally cannot use ordinary means. It is impossible for Xuan-level Yuanshu to achieve a cross-level counterattack. Not only is the sword unable to carry skills, but Yang Feng's current cultivation level cannot support him in another attack.

sword.

"Yang Feng!"

Feeling the rekindled fear in his heart, Yang Huai was completely overwhelmed. He waved his hands and fired red flaming bullets towards the surroundings indiscriminately.

Yang Feng chuckled, moved his body, and held the iron sword horizontally, dealing with it extremely easily.

But the people in the stands below suffered a disaster. The power and speed of these flaming bullets were just ordinary, but they couldn't handle the large number. What's more, there were many Qi-nourishing realms present, and those who were hit by these flaming bullets would either die or be injured.

"Is this kid crazy?"

The three elders couldn't sit still anymore and jumped to the side of their disciples. Their vitality gathered around them to form a thin protective layer to block the fire bomb attack.

Yang Xiao also had a gloomy look on his face at this moment. The difference in character was too big. The Star God's inheritance could improve his cultivation level, but passing down spells could not make up for the difference in character.

"Ding!"

There was a crisp sound in the martial arts arena, and then everyone saw Yang Feng flying backwards. The iron sword in his hand was hit by the flaming bullet and exploded into pieces. Yang Feng also fell heavily to the ground and did not know whether he was alive or dead.

"Wind!"

Yang Ao's expression changed and he stood up abruptly. The long sword in Yang Xiao's hand suddenly unsheathed and pointed directly at Yang Ao.

"If you want to intervene, I don't mind starting the battle between you and me in advance."

On the field, Yang Huai was already laughing wildly and threw himself at Yang Feng. A blazing star quickly formed in his palm, and the surrounding air was deformed and distorted by the high temperature.

Seeing that the stars were about to engulf Yang Feng, a sudden dazzling sword light flashed away. The cold black iron sword penetrated Yang Huai's chest. Blood dripped from the tip of the sword. Yang Huai's body was frozen in place.

land.

"Even if you get the inheritance from the gods, trash is still trash."

Yang Feng, who had fallen to the ground, slowly sat up, his eyes full of teasing. He didn't know when the second black iron sword on his waist had disappeared.

"What just happened?"

No one could see how the black iron sword pierced Yang Huai, only the young gentleman had a smile on his face.

Yang Feng is definitely a genius in swordsmanship. The sword he just struck has already touched the edge of his mind. He drew the sword and thrust it out in one go. He used his vitality to gather at the edge of the sword and broke the shackles of the air. The sword was so fast that even ordinary Yundan realms could not see it.

In the Qing Dynasty, only those who have been studying the art of swordsmanship for many years can have a full view of it.

As for her, it was entirely because she had watched the third senior brother practice swords too much, and she had some experience, plus her own background, that she could barely see the shadow of the sword.

"Huair!"

This time it was Yang Xiao's turn that he couldn't sit still, his eyes were ferocious, and he was going to kill Yang Feng with a long sword in his hand.

"boom!"

The overbearing vitality spurted out and enveloped Yang Xiao instantly. Yang Ao was holding a three-foot green blade in front of Yang Xiao, and said in a cold voice: "If you come on the stage, I will kill you!"

"Yang Ao, you and that bastard Yang Feng will both die here today!"

"The guards of the Yang family are listening to the order. Yang Ao and his son have committed rebellion and assassinated the crown prince. They will be punished according to the family law!"

Many Yang family elders at the table stood up one after another, and most of the elders looked a little complicated. They supported Yang Xiao at first because of Yang Huai's Star God inheritance, but now Yang Huai's life and death are unknown. What if he gave up Yang Feng, a genius, for a dead man?

None of it is worth it.

Sensing the thoughts of the elders, Yang Xiao became angry and itched his teeth. The elders from the Xu family next to him exchanged glances. The elder who clamored to kill Yang Feng stood up suddenly and looked at Yang Ao with a sinister look.

"Yang Feng killed my daughter, the head of the Xu family, and this account should be settled!"

The Shan family and the Murong family chatted with the chief clerk next to them as if nothing had happened. Yang Huai was dead. If Yang Feng also suffered a loss, the Yang family would be cut off. For them, it was simply a good thing sent from heaven.

Just hang up and watch the show.

The atmosphere in the stands was solemn and tense. In the martial arts arena, Yang Feng did not feel the joy of victory. Although the long sword penetrated Yang Huai's chest, he could still feel the majestic vitality boiling in Yang Huai's body.

"The remnants of the Star God?"

Yang Feng raised his brows, twitched his right hand, and the long black iron sword that penetrated Yang Huai's body came out with a blood arrow. You could vaguely see the twinkling starlight in Yang Huai's blood.

"boom!"

The aura of the gods suddenly erupted, and the clouds were blown away by the air waves. It was originally noon, but the sky turned dark, and the bright stars illuminated the entire Qingtie Mansion.

"The power of the gods!"

Yang Ao's expression changed and he turned to look at Yang Huai in the martial arts arena.

"Haha, my son is worthy of being the inheritor of the gods. He has been favored by the gods three times. Today, Yang Ao, I want you to watch as you lose your place!"

"Feng'er, go away!"

Yang Ao roared, and waved the Qingfeng in his hand, and a sword light swept straight towards Yang Huai, who had not yet fully awakened. If the power of the gods were poured into him, Yang Feng would not be able to escape death today.

"Yang Ao, you don't take me seriously!"

The moment the sword light swept out, Yang Xiao also took action. The earthy yellow heavy sword slammed the ground, the earth cracked, and huge boulders were cut, blocking the cyan sword light.

It is also the Qixuan Sword, but Yang Ao and Yang Xiao understand it in completely different directions. One is as ethereal and invisible, while the other is as thick as a mountain. This is the mystery of Yuan Shu.