"Si Ming, you are known as the number one master of our clan, why did you come back alone in the two operations, you should have given us an explanation." The Mahayana monk of the Sea Clan, whose name is Extinguishing Night One.

"They can only be blamed for their stupidity, and there is no other explanation." Si Ming replied, his tone very contemptuous.

"Humph! You really think that you are the number one of the Sea Clan, if it weren't for the need for an unlucky ghost to take the lead in every mission, you would have thought that the Sea Clan would recognize your bullshit status. In fact, the first time you led the team to the Spirit Flame Realm, your so-called number one master had already been canceled by the Sea Clan, haha" Torrey, who was in full armor, laughed, and he despised the other party even more for Si Ming, who dared to look down on them.

"Damn it!"

Si Ming shouted, his figure flashed, but he rushed forward.

Such an ending, especially since Si Ming is also a Mahayana monk, and he is actually treated like this by his own race, which makes him who has always been arrogant how can he accept it.

Wang Qingmin originally wanted to make a move, but seeing Si Ming's state, he had to find a chance to test the battle armor he got next time.

Although Nighteer and Torre said that they were not afraid of this Si Ming on the surface, deep down they were ready to fight to the death.

Although Si Ming has a lot of water in the name of the number one master of the Sea Clan, he has survived countless crises, which shows that his skills are indeed extraordinary.

Si Ming's weapon was a long machete, with a golden hilt nearly two meters long, and layers of colorful patterns were printed on it.

This was refined for him by a Terran grandmaster-level refiner when Si Ming was wandering in the endless continent of the human race, and the knife was densely packed with amplification arrays.

Si Ming swung his war knife and slashed it, and even a black spatial crack appeared in the seawater, and around the black crack, there was a cold freezing air, but there was not the slightest freezing in the water. That is to say, not a trace of this powerful cold air leaked out, and it was all contained in that knife.

The power of this knife can be imagined. For Mahayana monks, their attacks have been attached to the corresponding self-spatial attribute in space.

This natal self-space is the world of ice. It is a kind of mutation of the water system, but its power is much stronger than that of the water system.

Under normal circumstances, the natal space of the Sea Clan is all water-based, but there are some ice-based mutations, and only a very small number will produce mutations of other systems.

"Good time."

Torre shouted, waved his trident weapon in his hand, and did not dodge. It's directly a head-on slash.

"Boom!"

The collision of space and space caused a huge explosion, and the space in the water blurred for a while, even the divine consciousness felt like this, and the catastrophic impact produced a powerful shock wave. Spread out from the center of the battle.

This Torre's strength is really strong, and his physical cultivation is really not called in vain.

"Frozen for a thousand miles!"

Si Ming saw that the opponent's melee ability was strong, but he directly cast a spell.

"Furious Waves!"

Nightshade took a step forward, and Denatore blocked the move.

The two of them, one in close combat and one in long-range attack. happened to be properly coordinated, and the two moves sent by Si Ming were all cracked by them.

The monks of the Mahayana period are really not to be underestimated, and the gap in their strength is not very obvious in the first place, but now it is because of two to one, even if the strength of Si Ming is fully exerted. Nor can it have a clear advantage.

Wang Qingmin and the other three monks were far away from the center of the battle, after all, in the sea water, the fluctuation of energy was too strong, and if an ordinary Avatar Stage monk was here, the energy that would be everywhere would tear him to pieces.

"Ice Storm!"

"Water Spirit Shield!"

The aura was tumbling, the energy was surging, and the battle between the two sides became more and more intense.

Wang Qingmin has already exceeded the sixty-fourth level, and the divine consciousness that can be compared to the Mahayana period watched the battle between the two sides from a distance, although the scene of this kind of battle is not very unfamiliar, but every time he sees the battle between the monks of the Mahayana period, he can't help but sigh.

Half an hour later.

Si Ming's body shook, dodging a knife that thundered over from Nator, and his divine sense moved, and his natal space, the ice space, was finally launched.

Within a radius of thousands of miles, with him as the center, it immediately turned into a huge ice ball, except for the area of dozens of kilometers where the two people on the opposite side were.

"Work hard, Si Ming is starting to work hard."

He screamed, but as soon as his divine sense moved, his natal space also expanded.

A water space with a diameter of more than 800 kilometers instantly squeezed the ice space in this area, like two worlds that are incompatible, tightly clinging together.

Torre's natal space is not expanded, he is a body cultivator, so his natal space is really much smaller than the two of them.

"Si Ming, do you want to help?"

Wang Qingmin saw that the two sides were once again at an impasse, and even under the pressure of the other two, he was slightly at a disadvantage.

"Thank you Daoyou, I can deal with these two people."

Si Ming's divine sense replied to Wang Qingmin, but he once again urged his ice space and crashed towards the other party.

This time, he had a certain advantage in the impact of the natal space.

Solid space is always much stronger than liquid space.

"Damn ice space."

The night extinguished a big curse, and hurriedly increased the output of mana, which barely withstood the impact of the other party.

"Torre, cut open his natal space."

Nightshade roared, pushing Torre, who was in his natal space, forward.

"Si Ming, watch me break through your natal space."

Torre was not ambiguous, and the huge war knife in his hand swung directly, just like that, slashing towards Si Ming's natal space.

"Hmph, think beautifully."

Si Ming sneered in his heart, when the natal space was in the duel, because the space was explicit, it was easier to attack, but this night extinguishing was a good calculation.

However, he often wandered outside, especially when he saw Wang Qingmin's pair of dragon skeletons breaking through the space as easily as cutting paper and breaking melons, he took great pains to take precautions.

With a move, the Immortal Spirit took out a piece of ice nearly 100 meters long and blocked it in the direction of Natorre.

"Boom!"

The powerful impact of power caused the natal space of Si Ming and Ye Extinguishing to be directly separated, and a powerful shock wave appeared between the two.

"What magic weapon is so powerful, it can actually withstand the sword of a Mahayana monk."

Compared to Si Ming, Na Torre was even more excited.

"It's 10,000 years of ice."

The night extinguishing one recognized the treasure used by Si Ming, the ice space with strong defensive power, and then mixed it with a piece of 10,000-year-old ice, and the two were combined into one, and the defensive power had exceeded the full force of the Mahayana monk.

It can also be seen that Si Ming's title of the first monk of the Sea Clan is definitely not in vain. His followers far surpassed those of ordinary Mahayana monks.

But even so, Si Ming was still at a disadvantage, and the pressure on him from the two Mahayana monks at the same time was too great.

After going back and forth like this, another three hours have passed, although Si Ming can't take the advantage, and the two people on the other side can't do anything about Si Ming.

There were already nearly a thousand monks of different cultivation levels gathered around, whether it was Mahayana monks or other monks, all of them were dumbfounded.

Especially Si Ming, with one to two, he didn't suffer any loss, which made everyone admire him very much.

The two played wonderfully, but Wang Qingmin was a little bored to watch.

This Si Ming looks like he is flattering to himself, but once he faces others, he is instantly full of self-esteem, and he doesn't even need help, so why bother holding on to it.

Wang Qingmin's two strengthened dragon bone skeletons, plus himself, any one of the three would go up, and the two on the opposite side would be defeated quickly, and they would not drag on for so long at all.

"Boom!"

There was another earth-shattering collision, and the surrounding sea water tumbled, and several Jindan monks who were lucky enough to enter this layer were directly pushed out a few kilometers away by this force.

"No matter, I have to do it, continue like this, I don't know when it will take."

Wang Qingmin looked at the three of them who were still fighting in the distance and made a decision.

"Hey, Si Ming, let me ask you again, do you want to help?"

Wang Qingmin shouted to Si Ming, this was the last time he asked Si Ming, if Si Ming didn't let him help again, he would have to leave.

"Okay."

Si Ming finally nodded and agreed to Wang Qingmin's help. He also discovered that with his own ability, even if he wins, he will probably pay an extremely tragic price, and in this place full of dangers, his fate can be imagined at that time.