Dare not say a word.
Ji Ming was immediately confused.
The fighting spirit in his heart suddenly dimmed, and he felt as if his fist was hitting cotton.
Ji Ming said aggrievedly: "The hexagram says that I will die today, and there is a high probability that I will die in your hands. Take this seventh punch and let me die willingly!"
No wonder Ji Ming is so pessimistic.
At his peak, he burned his short lifespan. If he could deal with Ye Fan and swallow the dragon vein spirit in a short time, he would be able to live longer.
but……
Ji Ming has given up hope in this.
He just wanted to punch the seventh punch before he died and feel the true power of this unknown boxing technique!
However.
Ji Ming responded with two cold words.
"No answer."
"...You are a Golden Core cultivator. How proud are you of being a Golden Core cultivator!!!"
Ji Ming's voice was hoarse, mixed with overwhelming anger.
"It's true that I am a golden elixir, but I am not a fool."
Ye Fan said calmly: "I know you are going to fight to the death, why do you take the risk of getting hurt and get punched? Have you lived too long and suffered from Alzheimer's disease?"
"..."
Ji Ming was so angry that he couldn't find a reason to refute, because what Mark said made so much sense.
If the roles were reversed, Ji Ming would not give the opponent a chance to fight to the death.
"so."
Ye Fan smiled brightly and said: "Dongfang Yuan and Qingfeng Sword will kill him together."
one person.
One soul.
A sword.
Ji Ming was surrounded by three sides.
Except for Dongfang Yuan, both Qingfengjian and Ye Fan can crush Ji Ming with their realm, but Ye Fan chose the safest way.
One against many!
But this one is Ji Ming.
"I want to kill me, I'm dreaming!"
Ji Ming's eyes were blood red. As one of the few powerful people in the Shenmen realm in China, he had lived for three hundred years and naturally had a lot of tricks and treasures.
At this moment, I used all my thoughts.
Ji Ming did have the idea of "dirty tricks" before, but he didn't expect that the other party would not be fooled. Now he has to fight hard.
But when Ji Ming crushed all the life-saving talismans, and there were three magic weapons with different lights floating around him, and when he was about to smash out the seventh punch of the Wuming Fist Technique, a ray of silver light swept past him at lightning speed.
"Pfft——"
The three foundation-building magic weapons instantly turned into powder, and the life-saving barrier formed by the life-saving talismans exploded. Ji Ming only felt a pain in his chest.
Looking down, he saw a blood hole running through his chest from front to back, and only half of his heart was still beating.
"Buzz"
The Qingfeng Sword is suspended in the air.
The sword body exuded a faint cold light, and a drop of blood dripped down the sword body, blending into the undulating ocean in the blink of an eye.
"What a fast sword, ahem..."
Ji Ming coughed up blood.
At this time, Ye Fan's attack also arrived. It was a tiger transformed into a ball of golden flames. Its roar emitted a terrifying heat wave. As the tiger moved its limbs, the seawater under his feet evaporated rapidly, leaving a large amount of water mist.
This is the domineering and unparalleled Pure Yang Heart Fire!
Only a pure Yang body can control it. It is the best of all fire magic powers. Even strange fires that are rare in the world of practice for hundreds of years will be suppressed.
"Roar!"
The tiger opened its bloody mouth and swallowed Ji Ming in one gulp. Ji Ming suddenly felt like he was in a flaming hell, with his flesh, blood and soul burning everywhere. He let out a shrill scream:
"Ahhhhhh! Kill me, you kill me!"
At this moment.
Ji Ming was completely desperate.
He no longer dared to hope for a desperate counterattack, he just wanted to be freed as soon as possible, and he shouted angrily: "Explode!"
Yes.
Ji Ming decided to end the painful torture by self-destructing his soul at the cost of no longer entering reincarnation.
However, as soon as he had the idea of self-destruction, Ji Ming felt that his soul suddenly fell into pieces and kept floating out of his body.
"What's mine, it's all mine, don't blow yourself up..."
Along with these thoughts, Dongfang Yuan kept devouring Ji Ming's soul.
In contrast to Ji Ming's angry and desperate expression, Dongfang Yuan's eyes narrowed into crescent moons, and her face was filled with the joy of succeeding in stealing.
…
…
shore.
The waves crashed against the beach.
Many Donghai locals come to the beach to eat after dinner, and there are also tourists running and playing in the water that reaches their ankles. There are vendors selling special snacks on the shore, creating a peaceful atmosphere with fireworks.
"Mom, I want to eat ice cream."
"good."
A five-year-old boy was eating ice cream while looking at the moon covered by dark clouds. His eyes were wandering and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Looking at her son's shiny bald head, Zhao Juan smiled and said, "Son, are you thinking about Ye Zi?"
"No, no!"
Wang Fugui, who was poked at the center of the matter, suddenly became red-faced.
Next to Zhao Juan, a beautiful woman, there was a man in his thirties, with a sturdy back and a bald head. He laughed loudly at this moment: "I said that our son was absent-minded when building the sand castle just now, so that's it."
Wang Fugui whispered: "I just thought that if Ye Zi were here, she would definitely like to play with the sand castle."
Zhao Juan helped her forehead.
My son is really understanding.
She suddenly frowned and looked into the depths of the sea in surprise.
"What's wrong, wife?"
Wang Yanyang followed his wife's line of sight. It was so dark in the depths of the sea that he couldn't see anything.
"There's not a breath of wind tonight, but the waves are so big, it's not right."
"this……"
Wang Yanyang was dumbfounded and touched his bald head awkwardly. This was a blind area of knowledge, so he didn't know how to answer.
[The spiritual energy is fluctuating too violently. I'm afraid there are experts fighting nearby. It's not advisable to stay here for a long time, so I have to leave quickly. 】
Zhao Juan had uneasy thoughts in her heart and frowned deeply: "Husband, let's go home first. I'm a little tired."
Wang Yanyang hesitated to speak, and finally nodded: "Okay, listen to my wife! Rich son, pack your things and get ready to go home."
"Okay dad."
Looking at the movements of Wang Yanyang and his son, Zhao Juan's eyes flashed with softness.
Although her husband Wang Yanyang is just an ordinary person and looks fierce, he is actually very gentle in temperament and obeys her wife's words. The two have never had a quarrel since their marriage.
Even Zhao Juan would sometimes deliberately find trouble to experience the feeling of quarreling, but unfortunately Wang Yanyang always calmly reasoned.
"Hey, Uncle Ye?"
Wang Fugui held a small bucket and a small shovel for digging sand, and looked forward without blinking.
"You don't have an uncle named Ye."
After Zhao Juan finished speaking with a smile, she suddenly realized something and her expression gradually became cold: "Fuguier, the Uncle Ye you are talking about is not Ye Fan, Ye Zi's father!"
"right."
Wang Fugui regretted it as soon as he finished speaking. He shook his head repeatedly and said, "No, no, I must have read it wrong. Dad, Mom, let's go home quickly."
Zhao Juan looked deeply at her son, without moving, her eyes quickly swept around, and finally settled on a young man wearing Taoist robes.
"Ye Fan, you scumbag, finally let me catch you!"
A loud shout made most of the people on the beach look at him at the same time.
