People from all walks of life on Hong Kong Island were shocked, and after learning the news, whether it was the wealthy of the upper class, the capital predators, journalists, and the CEOs of listed companies, they ordered their subordinates to prepare helicopters or yachts to go to the high seas to watch the battle.

On Hong Kong Island, the sorcery world is not far from the upper class, and many wealthy people have close contacts with people in the sorcery world, and even many people have 'magic weapons' in their homes.

Countless people rushed towards the open sea.

At the same time, at the First Royal Hospital on Hong Kong Island, Li Jiaxin was lying on the hospital bed, thinking of the twilight just now, the sea water poured into her mouth mercilessly, she had difficulty breathing, and her body was cold.

Li Jiaxin once thought that she was going to die and would really die in the belly of the fish.

Fortunately, thanks to the loyalty of the bodyguards raised at home, she was found in the vast sea, Li Jiaxin walked around the door of death, and did not die after all.

But her whole person was greatly frightened, her pretty face turned pale, even at this moment, she still felt cold, Ye Cheng's face lingered in her mind.

"Sister, don't worry, there was news back just now, Master Zhuge has gone to the Romantic, ready to kill Ye Cheng with his own hands!" Next to the hospital bed, Li Zihuan said with a gloomy face.

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Ye Chengcheng stood above the high seas with his hands in his hands, looked down at Zhuge Ming, who was late, shook his head and said, "You are too slow, let me wait too long." ”

Zhuge Ming's face was gloomy, just now he was going to compete with Ye Cheng, but he lost at this time, he felt that his face was dull, and said: "It's useless to talk more, come on, I'll kill you to preach!"

Without further ado, he made a decisive move.

I saw Zhuge Ming's fingers shining, his fingertips shot out of the gods, intertwined, the next moment, he snapped his fingers and pointed to the sky, the power was amazing, and he said coldly: "I named this technique 'Pingtian Finger', which can level everything and wipe out the blue sky!"

"Sitting in the well and watching the sky, Xiao Doyle also dares to level the sky. Ye Cheng sneered.

He is the Emperor of Heaven, above heaven.

"It's useless to talk more, taste my blow!"

Zhuge Ming snorted coldly, he pointed out, his body soared, towering like a cloud, his fingertips bloomed this cold light, silver glow, murderous aura, towards Ye Cheng.

As soon as he made a move, it was such a killer move, if it was an ordinary real person who cultivated the Fa, he wouldn't be able to last for a few rounds.

Ye Cheng is not afraid at all, just Zhuge Ming, he still doesn't take it to heart, the little crescent is still waiting for him, ten minutes, Ye Cheng will be counted in the time to rush back and forth.

The sea was trembling and rumbling, as if it were boiling.

"Boom!"

Ping Tian's finger fell, and Ye Cheng raised his palm lightly to defuse the blow.

A circle of air waves exploded and spread in all directions, and the sea water was pulled by the air waves, with Ye Cheng as the center, rippling out.

Seeing this scene, Zhuge Ming's face froze.

He continued to flick his fingers, like a lady caressing the qin, extremely elegant, countless attacks fell, the frequency was very high, some were resisted by Ye Cheng, some were avoided by him, and the attacks avoided by Ye Cheng fell into the sea, deep into the sea, where deep ravines were cut, and the power was terrifying.

If it falls on a person, it will be crushed into pulp in an instant.

After a round of attacks, Ye Cheng did not move like a bell, his white clothes were better than snow, and even his clothes were extremely smooth, without a trace of wrinkles.

"You're running out of time, you still have five minutes, and if you can't come up with more powerful means, I'll kill you right now. Ye Cheng said calmly.

"Shaft, arrogance!"

Zhuge Ming was furious, "Eat me with one move and ten thousand swords!"

"Zheng!"

Zhuge Ming beckoned, as if there were ten thousand flying swords ringing in unison, and he sacrificed more than ten flying swords, which resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the edge was revealed.

"Twenty years ago, the old man accidentally got a sword book, which recorded some of the way of the sword immortals, the old man spent more than ten years of hard work, and finally refined a batch of flying swords according to the above records, but unfortunately the material is not enough, otherwise the old man really wants to see what the legendary ten thousand swords look like!" Zhuge Ming drove the flying sword, flying and circling around his body, and said proudly.

"It's a pity, I have been practicing the method of cultivating the Sword Immortal recorded above for ten years, but I still can't comprehend it!

Zhuge Ming said, a trace of pity appeared on his face.

"Oh?"

Ye Cheng showed a look of interest, and he could see at a glance that the quality of the flying sword refined by Zhuge Ming was really average, at most, it was a low-grade intermediate magic weapon, and the flying sword of Wang Xuanfeng that he saw in Yin Dragon Pond was only one grade higher.

And the sword spectrum he obtained, on it, there were cultivation levels such as qi refining and foundation building in the immortal cultivation realm, so in this way, in the ancient period of the earth, immortal cultivators must have existed.

It's just that the earth lacks aura now, except for Ye Cheng, no one else may be able to perceive the aura, so how can they cultivate?

"However, this does not affect the old man's comprehension of the sword technique, today, the old man will use these ten flying swords to kill you!" Zhuge Ming's tone changed, he relied on this flying sword to kill the enemy, so that he could be invincible in Southeast Asia.

"Go!"

With Zhuge Ming's soft shout, twelve flying swords flew and slashed towards Ye Cheng.

Ye Cheng didn't move, allowing the flying sword to slash at his eyebrows, temples, throat and other fatal places.

"Dang!"

A crisp sound came, falling on Zhuge Ming's heart, making him feel like he was struck by lightning.

As if he had thought of something, his figure retreated suddenly, recalled his flying sword, and retreated dozens of meters in a row before stopping, with a stunned look on his face.

"Are you a body refiner with a great physical body?" asked Zhuge Ming in surprise.

His flying sword was so sharp that even gold and iron could be cut at will, and he could easily break through a ten-centimeter-thick steel plate. But it couldn't hurt Ye Cheng in the slightest, what does this mean? It shows that Ye Cheng's body is harder than gold and iron.

Only a physical cultivator with a complete body can resist the attacks of tanks and small howitzers, but this kind of person is extremely rare, even fewer than grandmasters and true cultivators, and is almost invisible in the world.

If anyone can physically resist his flying sword attack, he is definitely a body refiner with a physical body!

Ye Cheng didn't mean to explain, he refined the skin, calcined the dirt, cleared the tendons, and made the jade bones, and cast a perfect Dao foundation, the Dao body was small, and he was not afraid of swords and bullets for a long time.

The high-level cultivators in the cultivation realm, with their physical bodies alone, can also be hard to defeat low-level magic weapons without damage, this is just the most basic supernatural power!

Zhuge Ming seemed to have seen a ghost, Ye Cheng shook his head disdainfully, and said with a smile: "Flying sword? I happened to refine one too, do you want to try it?"

"What?"

Zhuge Ming was inexplicably surprised.

"Buzz!"

As soon as Ye Cheng had a thought, he heard a soft sound coming, and a green light flew out of his body, flying and hovering in the air.

The moment the Molten Sword discovered Zhuge Ming's flying sword, it didn't know that it had already given birth to 'spiritual sense', and with other flying swords present, the Molten Sword was eager to try, and the fighting spirit was high.

"Go ahead, don't kill this person for the time being!" Ye Cheng waved his hand lightly.

"You're so deceitful! I want to see how good your flying sword is!"

Zhuge Ming was furious, Ye Cheng's words were simply humiliating him.

But the next scene made Zhuge Ming fall into an ice cave.

"When" "When" "When" "When"

A series of crisp sounds came, and Zhuge Ming's twelve flying swords were like tofu, and the molten fire sword cut them off with only one blow.

Zhuge Ming's heart was dripping blood, and he hurriedly recalled the remaining flying swords, these flying swords were his hard work, and he collected materials for more than ten years before refining them into twelve, and in just such a short period of effort, he was destroyed by Ye Cheng.

(End of chapter)