But Yang Zhengzheng's struggles could not save him. Yang Ningfeng pushed his knee upwards hard, and Yang Zhengcheng's other thigh was directly fractured.
Both legs were broken, and Yang Zhengcheng was in excruciating pain. He even had no strength to struggle. He never thought that after he was promoted to the ninth rank, it would be the beginning of a nightmare for him, and it was very likely that it would be the beginning of a nightmare for him.
The end point of martial arts training.
"You are a devil!" Yang Zhengcheng was completely defeated, physically and mentally! Only then did he truly know that this eldest grandson, who everyone had looked down on before and thought was easy to bully, was actually in his heart.
There is a cruel and terrifying devil hiding inside.
"I think so too!"
Yang Ningfeng did not refute, but grinned. The smile was eerie and terrifying, and in the middle of the laughter, he suddenly lifted Yang Zhengcheng up.
"don't want!"
Just when Yang Ningfeng lifted Yang Zhengcheng, who had lost the ability to resist, Yang Zhengcheng's parents could no longer control themselves and rushed up from the crowd screaming.
Whoosh!
Yang Ningfeng's face showed no signs of wavering, and he was cold and gloomy. He threw Yang Zhengcheng down with a strong throw. However, by coincidence, when Yang Zhengcheng was about to land, his father rushed over, stretched out his hands, and threw Yang Zhengcheng down.
Yang Zhengcheng caught it.
"Yang Ningfeng, he has already given up, why did you break his other leg so cruelly?" Yang Zhengcheng's father, holding his son who was extremely pale, was filled with grief and yelled towards the ring.
"Am I cruel? When he said he wanted to break my legs, why didn't you stand up and tell him that this was more cruel to me? Knowing that I need to win the Clan Competition Championship to have a chance of survival, he wants to break it now.
My legs were clearly going to kill me. Why didn't you think your son was cruel at that time?" Yang Ningfeng slowly took two steps forward, stood with his hands behind his back, and shouted coldly.
Mixed with the fierce power of defeating Yang Zhengcheng just now, when he stood on the ring, he actually had such a domineering aura that he could dominate the world and look down on the heroes.
"The rule is that if the winner admits defeat, he cannot make another move. You are committing a foul!" Yang Zhengcheng's father hesitated at first, then yelled.
When he roared, Yang Xuanhong and others suddenly felt happy! Yes, Yang Zhengcheng had already shouted to admit defeat, but Yang Ningfeng still hurt someone. This was a foul and he would be disqualified.
"He wants my life. Even if he commits a foul, I won't offend him. Go back and teach him a lesson. If he dares to offend me again in the future, it won't be as simple as breaking two legs. I will definitely take his life."
Yang Ningfeng sneered when he heard this, then raised his face, and his cold and arrogant voice resounded throughout the audience: "Whoever wants my life, I will take his life!"
"Whoever wants my life, I will take his life!"
This is a warning and a declaration!
The sound echoed loudly in the main square and lingered for a long time.
When many people in the Yang family heard this, they all thought, "Really? It depends on whether you have the ability! People who have no ability are destined to have their lives taken away by others!" Suddenly, there was a strange yin and yang energy.
The sound sounded.
The owner of this voice clearly did not want to see Yang Ningfeng's kindness and majesty. The yin and yang strange voice was so disturbing to the scenery. The purpose was to frustrate the fierce power that Yang Ningfeng had established in an instant. At the same time, he also wanted to suppress Yang Ningfeng's rainbow-like momentum at this time!
"who?"
To be honest, Yang Ningfeng really felt like he was dominating the world just now, looking down at all the heroes, and he was enjoying it! So when he heard this strange voice, he immediately became angry, completely angry!
In an instant, he turned around and looked directly at the source of the sound. He suddenly fell on Yang Xuanhong's face. Yang Ningfeng was domineering and murderous, and his angry voice was like thunder, resounding through the square and reaching the sky: "Yang Xuanhong, what do you think?
You have enough strength to kill me, right? Okay, listen up, everyone, I challenge you now in front of everyone, you and I will fight to the death in the ring today, grudges
Do you dare to end it? Do you dare?"
"Do you dare? Do you dare?"
The voice suddenly rose, and the sound was so loud and thunderous that it almost scared away the few leisurely white clouds above the arena.
"Do you dare? Do you dare?"
Everyone in the square felt that these three words had been reverberating in their ears, and everyone's eyes suddenly turned to Yang Xuanhong.
"Hahaha……"
Yang Xuanhong laughed loudly!
boom!
Amidst the laughter, the soles of his feet touched the ground, and the sound of wind and thunder loomed, and his figure shot towards the ring like an arrow. Finally, he landed steadily on the ring, looking at Yang Ningfeng with a scornful and mocking smile on his face.
: "Do you want a life and death battle? Then, I will help you!"
"Yeah?"
Yang Ningfeng said calmly: "You and I know the extent of your brother's injury. Maybe you know better than me how he died."
"Of course I know better than you, because he was beaten to death by you!"
After speaking, Yang Xuanhong's body sank slightly and he took action directly.
Yang Ningfeng's eyes narrowed and he rushed forward.
Bang bang bang!
The clothes of the two men were flying, and their fists were swung angrily, making bursts of crisp sounds as they hit the air.
The fists of the two people collided with each other in an instant, and their bodies were shaken at the same time. They were both shocked and took a step back.
Yang Xuanhong's face suddenly became solemn, while Yang Ningfeng was pleasantly surprised. This punch gave him a strong confidence in his own strength. He punched against the strength of a master and did not suffer any loss.
"Now you know why the monsters I created are all thick-skinned and weak? You still scold me every day. If the monsters I created were just ordinary goods, you would have been punched to the ground by now!"
The voice of the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit suddenly sounded in Yang Ningfeng's consciousness with a hint of meaning.
"Ah, you know I scolded you?" Yang Ningfeng was secretly stunned.
"Hmph, don't forget, I am a god in the blood tiger space. Is there anything that a god doesn't know? Do you feel ashamed now? However, you can't take it lightly. You are a ninth-level scholar, and you are only one step away from reaching the master level.
However, there is still a big gap in theory at this step. If it weren't for the fact that your cultivation is different from others, if it were Yang Zhengcheng, he would have absolutely no chance of winning against Yang Xuanhong." The Blood Tiger Sword Spirit snorted coldly.
road.
"I know this... Tsk, what do I have to be ashamed of? This is your duty. If I lose, I will also lose your face." Yang Ningfeng was shocked at first, and then said disapprovingly.
Even so, his feeling for the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit increased even more.
What he is today is entirely due to the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit and his creation. Although he is the host of the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit, the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit is actually his real master.
"drink!"
Suddenly, a shout suddenly erupted. Yang Xuanhong was full of astonishing momentum, his eyes were wide open, as if he was possessed by the God of War, and he was attacking again with a strong sound of breaking through the air.
"It is indeed a teacher's strength!"
Seeing Yang Xuanhong on the ring, his clothes vibrating up when attacking could make a crisp sound as they hit the air. Those under the ring who had already reached the level of masters were filled with awe. It must be said that regardless of Yang Xuanhong's quality,
Xing, based on his age alone, has now reached the level of a teacher. His talent is indeed one of the best among the younger generation in Wu Ningcheng. This cannot be denied!
"Are you using your full strength?"
Yang Xuanhong, who came from the critical attack, was as powerful as a rainbow. Suddenly, he felt great pressure, and the Yunlong Jinghong Step was naturally launched!
But as the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit said, although he has the ability to compete with the strength of his master, it cannot be underestimated. Sure enough, after he fought back several times, despite the cooperation of Yunlong Jinghongbu, he started to be forced by Yang Xuanhong
Back step by step.
Seeing this, the people who supported Yang Xuanhong suddenly became energetic. They all lost their decadence when Yang Ningfeng was in the limelight. Some young people even started to cheer loudly and cheer for Yang Xuanhong.
"Brother Xuanhong, mighty!"
"Haha, Brother Xuanhong is Brother Xuanhong, so awesome! Although Yang Ningfeng has made rapid progress during this period, how can he compare with Brother Xuanhong."
"Of course. How can Brother Xuan Hong's strength be comparable to that of a nouveau riche like Yang Ningfeng who suddenly gained strength?"
"Brother Xuanhong has completely gained the upper hand now. It is only a matter of time before Yang Ningfeng loses."
"Brother Xuanhong, come on!"
…
Compared with Yang Xuanhong's supporters, those who support Yang Ningfeng are sweating now. Although some people are cheering for Yang Ningfeng, but seeing Yang Ningfeng retreating on the stage, they really don't have much confidence! So many people
In the end, I could only secretly cheer for Yang Ningfeng: "Ningfeng, come on!"
However, those who watched the battle with unique eyes could see that although Yang Ningfeng retreated step by step, he did not panic at all. Every step seemed extremely calm. Not only could he calmly resolve and dodge Yang Xuanhong's offensive, but he could also avoid it.
He was forced into a blind corner by Yang Xuanhong.
"Who loses and who wins, it's still too early!" People who can see this are thinking secretly in their hearts.
Although Yang Ningfeng calmly dealt with Yang Xuanhong's continuous and vicious attacks, he did feel that the pressure was getting bigger and bigger, but he would not be chaotic. The more this time, the more calm he would be, and he would keep thinking in his heart.
How can we turn defeat into victory?
Taking advantage of the battle, Yang Xuanhong became more and more courageous as he fought. Suddenly, he shouted three times in a row, and his momentum increased again. He took a fierce step forward, his left hand turned into a claw, and he grabbed Yang Ningfeng's face, but his right fist was extremely powerful.
, slamming into Yang Ningfeng's chest, the power was astonishing, and he even integrated a set of claw skills into the Yang family's Leopard Chong Fist.
too fast!
The strength of the teacher's character was fully demonstrated in this move, and the strength was fully displayed. This move made Yang Ningfeng know that his previous judgment of the strength of the teacher's character was still wrong. The gap between the realm of the teacher's character and the realm of the scholar's character was more
It was much bigger than he imagined.
"This guy is quite a talent. He has just been promoted to a first-level teacher. But in fact, the strength he exerts is no less than that of an average person's second-level teacher. He can even compete with a third-level teacher.
The balance of strength...do you want me to take action?" The Blood Tiger Sword Spirit Chong will appear at the most critical moment.