Draw Goddess from Douluo

Liu Yang felt the pressure coming towards his face, but he was secretly happy in his heart. He knew that he had successfully aroused Wang Ergou's anger. As long as he dealt with it carefully, he might be able to escape from the opponent's hands or even turn defeat into victory. So he also assumed a fighting stance, preparing to face the upcoming challenge.

For a moment, the air was filled with tension and solemnity.

Liu Yang faced Wang Ergou in front of him. Although he couldn't help but feel a little worried, his face was pretending to be extremely ferocious. He knew very well that he must not show any timidity at this moment, otherwise he would probably collapse in an instant in front of such a powerful person. So, he puffed out his chest and deliberately raised his voice very high, trying to overpower the opponent in terms of momentum.

"Wang Ergou, don't think you are so great. Today, I, Liu Yang, will compete with you to see who is the real strong one!"

Wang Ergou, who was sitting leisurely aside, couldn't help laughing when he heard the sound. His voice was rough, and his laughter was full of disdain and arrogance, "A mere two-star soul master actually dares to shout in front of me, Wang Ergou. You really don't know the heights of heaven and earth! See if I don't use this Demon King's sword to chop you into a dog!" "

As he spoke, he grabbed it from the air, and the domineering sword that was lying quietly next to the stove suddenly let out a soft groan, as if he felt the call of its owner. Following the pull of Wang Ergou's palm, the sword slowly rose, cut through the air, and flew towards him. Finally, it fell firmly into his hands.

Liu Yang's heart trembled as he watched this scene. He originally thought that Wang Ergou was just an ordinary two-star soul master, not much different from himself. But now it seems that the other party has obviously surpassed this level. The demon king's sword seemed to be in tune with his mind. This kind of tacit understanding and control is definitely not something that ordinary soul masters can possess.

Wang Ergou held the sword in his hand and stood up slowly, exuding a fierce aura, "Resign yourself to your fate, little boy. You are no match for me at all. If you catch me without mercy, maybe I can give you a good time!"

However, Liu Yang was not overwhelmed by his momentum. His eyes were focused, and a trace of firmness and determination flashed in his eyes, "How would you know if you are bragging if you haven't fought before? Come! Let's fight with real swords and guns to see who is the real winner!"

As he said this, he suddenly turned around and pulled out the blood-red sword from his back with a clang. Although this sword was not as domineering as the Demon King's sword, it was also Liu Yang's favorite. At this moment, it seemed to have sensed the fighting spirit of its master, and the sword body flashed with a blood-red light, which complemented the fierce fighting spirit emanating from Liu Yang.

When Wang Ergou saw this, he laughed again. His laughter was really deafening, as if even the surrounding air was trembling with it, "Okay! Okay! Okay! Since you are so ignorant of life and death, then I will help you. Today, I will let you see me, Wang Ergou Real strength!”

Before he finished speaking, he waved the Demon King's sword in his hand and slashed towards Liu Yang. The sword's light flickered and its momentum was like a rainbow, as if it was about to split the entire space into two.

Liu Yang showed no weakness and faced him with his sword. The bloody sword turned into streaks of red sword light in his hands, intertwined with the light of the Demon King's sword, and made a sound of gold and iron.

For a moment, the entire space was filled with the sounds of the two men's fierce confrontation. Every collision seems to cause the air to vibrate. Wang Ergou became more and more courageous as he fought, and every time he swung his sword, he was full of strength and domineering. Although Liu Yang was slightly inferior, he still tried his best and tried to find the opponent's flaws in every confrontation.

As time went by, the battle between the two became more intense. Wang Ergou seemed to be irritated by Liu Yang's tenacity, and every attack became more ferocious and fierce. And Liu Yang, through countless confrontations and collisions, gradually figured out some ways. He began to try to use his unique sword and body skills to resist Wang Ergou's attack.

Although it seemed extremely difficult every time, he always persisted and kept looking for opportunities to break through.

He, the wild man with triangular eyes, was holding a sword at the moment, and his whole aura changed instantly. The originally sleeping laziness disappeared without a trace, replaced by a fierce killing intent. He took tiger strides, and each step seemed to weigh as much as a thousand pounds, causing the air around him to vibrate. A faint layer of blood appeared on his body, as if spreading from the sword, making his whole body merge with the sword, exuding a heart-stopping pressure.

Several small whirlwinds suddenly rolled up in the air, and these whirlwinds revolved around his body, as if they were caused by his momentum. The fire on the side was violently shaken by the sudden whirlwind, and the firelight jumped and reflected on his fierce face, making it even more ferocious.