Ye Fan discovered.
The 100-meter radius centered on Ji Ming was shrouded by a looming formation, and the eye of the formation was the innate Bagua tortoise shell under his body.
This formation is not to kill the enemy or defend, but to use the innate five elements and eight trigrams to strengthen and strengthen one's body.
No wonder Ji Ming is so conceited.
In the formation, the strength of him and the sea dragon will be greatly improved out of thin air. Even if he loses against fellow monks, he can still be invincible. This is the charm of the combination of formation and innate Bagua.
It's a pity that Ji Ming's life is not good.
If the person he met today was Ye Fan who just came down from the mountain a few months ago, the two would probably be evenly matched. It could even be said that Ji Ming, who has survived for three hundred years, would be slightly better. After all, the combat experience and means are here. .
However, Ye Fan has broken through to the golden elixir!
There is a big realm difference. Even if the realm chain in Ye Fan's body has not been torn apart, there is still an insurmountable gap between the two.
Moreover, from the perspective of formation layout, the person who set up the formation was an amateur among laymen, and the formation was full of loopholes.
If Ye Fan sets up the formation, the effectiveness will be increased several times. It can only be said that Ji Ming is a waste of natural resources.
"The treasures of heaven, material and earth are treasured by virtuous people, and my master is a virtuous person. So and so, please quickly hand over all the treasures on your body. Maybe if the master is happy, he can keep your whole body."
Dongfang Yuan hid behind Ye Fan and said the hardest words in the softest tone.
"ridiculous!"
Ji Ming snorted coldly, and controlled the sea dragon with his mind to attack again. This time it was no longer a rampage, but a dragon wagging its tail.
This blow was as fast as lightning and as fast as thunder, and it was really difficult for ordinary foundation-building monks to avoid it.
Ye Fan seemed to simply tilt his body, but he just happened to avoid the attack and at the same time touched the Qingfeng Sword with his toes.
This Jade Girl Temple has inherited a precious treasure for thousands of years. He waved a sword lightly in the air, and Ji Ming was so shocked that he hurriedly crushed two life-saving talismans.
However……
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
Until five seconds pass.
Ji Ming did not notice that he was being attacked. When he was surprised, the seawater dragon, whose body was as strong as a foundation-building monk, broke into two pieces at the waist.
With a wail, the two broken bodies fell into the ocean, merged with the sea water, and completely disappeared.
"How dare you, Shuzi!"
Ji Ming's eyes are about to burst.
It took hundreds of years of sacrifice to make the sea dragon spiritual, and in another hundred years, the other party could even develop self-awareness. However, all of this came to nothing with that seemingly ordinary sword.
"Buzz"
The Qingfeng Sword trembled, exuding an unpleasant aura.
Dongfang Yuan asked curiously: "Master, what did Qingfeng Sword say?"
"Qingfeng Sword said that this bad old man didn't respect it, and it wanted to kill him personally. Let me learn from it."
"What to study?"
"Swordsmanship, of course."
"This Qingfeng sword is so ungrateful that he dares to order his master."
Dongfang Yuan murmured in a low voice: "My master is so pitiful. I will definitely not treat you like this."
"Buzz!"
The Qingfeng Sword disappeared instantly, and when it reappeared, it was behind Dongfang Yuan. The sword glowed with a faint cold light, scaring her so much that she apologized again and again:
"The slave family is wrong. Brother Qingfengjian is merciful, wuwuwu..."
"Buzz buzz!"
Unexpectedly, Qingfeng Sword became even more angry and actually slashed at Dongfang Yuan.
"Master, help me, Qingfeng Sword is crazy and is killing everyone."
"...I want to call Sister Jian."
The corner of Ye Fan's mouth twitched slightly, Dongfang Yuan's tea-like speech just now, even Qingfengjian couldn't bear it.
"Bastard, have you had enough trouble?"
Ji Ming's heart was filled with unknown anger. This man, soul and sword, had never taken him seriously from the beginning to the end. It was simply too much to bully others.
"Click"
"Click"
"Click"
Ji Ming, who was hunched over his back, slowly straightened up.
His appearance was no longer old, his hair was no longer gray, and the lifeless energy that had half of his foot in the coffin dissipated, and he returned to his middle-aged appearance in a short moment.
Then there are the youth.
Finally, he turned into a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old.
Wearing a black robe and a head full of black hair blowing wildly in the sea breeze, he had a heroic appearance.
"The ultimate!"
Dongfang Yuan's snow-white face looked solemn.
Ji Ming mobilized his short lifespan to restore his vitality, blood, and realm to the peak state. He obviously planned to make a quick decision, otherwise he would end up dying miserably on the spot.
"Remember, the one who kills you will be killed!"
Ji Ming is in the Shenmen realm, but he is also a warrior.
Compared to the monks' magical powers, he was better at fists and kicks. At this moment, his figure appeared ten feet away as if teleporting. He punched out so hard that the space was faintly shaking. This punch could shatter a mountain!
"boom!"
The fist hit Ye Fan hard on the chest.
Not hiding?
As soon as Ji Ming's thoughts came up, his pupils shrank crazily, and Ye Fan's body didn't move at all.
Dongfang Yuan tilted her head: "Is this the Shenmen realm of martial arts?"
Ji Ming had no expression on his face and punched three times again.
These three punches are stronger than the first punch in terms of speed and power, and each punch feels like its power is doubled.
"interesting."
Ye Fan did not dodge or defend. Even though Ji Ming's fist came, he still did not take a step back this time.
But when Ji Ming threw the fifth and sixth punches, a ray of light flashed in Ye Fan's eyes.
If the power of Ji Ming's first punch is ten, then the power of the second punch is twenty, and the power of the third punch is forty. By analogy to the sixth punch, the strength increases to three hundred and two!
Ji Ming's sixth punch had already made Ye Fan feel a hint of threat!
but.
Just a trace.
Ye Fan also punched him and smashed his fists with Ji Ming's.
There was a loud roar, and the overflowing fist wind caused the ocean beneath their feet to explode, forming a huge pit a hundred meters in diameter and dozens of meters deep.
Ji Ming took nearly thirty steps back, while Ye Fan only took half a step back.
Ji Ming, who had reached his peak and returned to being a young boy, looked pale and gasped for breath. When he saw this scene, his expression changed from stunned to silent, and finally there was self-mockery on the corner of his mouth:
"This punch can kill you at the late stage of Foundation Establishment, and it can hurt you at the peak of Foundation Establishment, but it can only make you take half a step back. It turns out that you... are really in the Golden Core realm."
"Your boxing skills are very strong."
Ye Fan praised sincerely.
Ji Ming did not use spiritual energy in these punches, relying solely on the strength of his body to actually make Ye Fan feel the danger, so he used the spiritual energy barrier to resist it.
If this sixth punch is replaced by any other late-stage foundation-building monk's defense, he will be seriously injured even if he doesn't die.
"This fist is nameless. It came from the White Wind Temple. It was thrown away by the Taoist Taoist in the corner of the Taoist temple like trash. After all, in the world of spiritual practice where people use their swords to kill people, no one cares about this kind of boxing technique that consumes energy and blood and has great side effects. But I I like this set of boxing very much. I have practiced boxing for a hundred years, and this is the first time I have used the sixth punch."
After Ji Ming finished speaking, he took out a long breath. When his breathing calmed down, he said proudly with three points of determination:
"I can still throw the seventh punch, Li Changsheng - you dare to take it!"
"Don't dare."
"..."
