Bao Biao and Sima Ying flew to the rear together, giving Yang Pan the way to the battlefield.

And Yang Pan didn't put Ji Wushuang in his eyes at all, and said lightly:

"The old man personally sent you on the road, you should be proud!"

As soon as the words fell, his face was playful, and he waved his palm casually.

A majestic golden stone palm condensed in front of him, and then forced through the wind and rain, slamming towards Ji Wushuang.

It's no wonder that he is so casual, the out-of-body consummation is more than two great realms in the middle of Jindan.

Even the level difference is more than 200 levels, not to mention the gap between the realm and the exercises.

Even the attributes of the difference in level are more than doubled.

The equipment and talisman seals that Wushan gave to Ji Wushuang were all super high-level, and he couldn't use them at all!

Then why did Ji Wushuang fight with them?

A little Karami like him is simply a casual killer in their eyes.

Although this palm was huge, its speed was extremely fast, and it slammed into front of Ji Wushuang in the blink of an eye, and the speed was even twice as fast as the flying sword.

Facing the oncoming giant palm dozens of meters high, Ji Wushuang said in his heart!

He raised his sword finger in his right hand, and in an instant, two hundred flying swords appeared, surrounding him.

Yang Pan and Bao Wei didn't feel anything, but Sima Ying's eyes narrowed slightly.

Why is this kid's divine sense so powerful?

With the strength of his current divine sense, he could only control more than thirty weapons to attack at most.

This Ji Wushuang can control so many magic swords in the Jindan period, this kid is too demonic.

I really can't stay!

The sword finger was handed abruptly, pointing at the giant palm of gold and stone.

The two hundred flying swords shot out at the same time, and a majestic roar sounded, and earth and stones flew away.

The palm of the stone palm was carved out of a passage of more than three meters.

Ji Wushuang passed through his palm, carrying two hundred flying swords and shooting away with Yang Pan.

Yang Pan sneered, this kid still dares to rush over?

Never died!

He waved his hand again.

Countless stone palms of half a meter in size instantly condensed in front of him, and they continued to blast towards Ji Wushuang like meteors.

And this stone palm is endless, and it gathers faster and faster.

The swords and palms struck, and the stone rain splashed.

The sword stream and the endless stone palms constantly collided.

Flying rocks mixed with torrential rain filled the field.

At this time, the storm is approaching, and the wind and rain are more intense.

Bao Biao couldn't help but complain: "What is this Brother Yang doing? The night is long and there are many dreams, and this kid is killed directly! ”

Sima Ying glanced at him and said, "That's what you say, but how can it be that simple?"

There's something to this kid!

He is still a sword body double cultivator.

In my opinion, if Brother Yang is not serious, he will be a little unable to suppress this kid. ”

"Huh?!" Bao Biao was stunned, "Brother Sima, are you serious?" ”

As soon as Bao Wei's words fell, a lightning bolt fell nearby, and then thunder rolled in.

Between lightning and thunder...

Suddenly!

Ji Wushuang turned into a sword ray, breaking through the torrent formed by the stone palm, and in the blink of an eye, he was already only a dozen zhang away from Yang Pan.

Yang Pan snorted coldly: "Look for death!" ”

He stood still, and countless blue flames appeared in front of him.

As soon as the rainstorm fell, it evaporated and turned into countless rising mist.

This fire is the best flame dropped by the Great Demon Xuanniao of the [Mountain of the Hidden Capital], the [Blue Thousand Glass Fire].

The flames turned into palms and rushed towards Ji Wushuang like a meteor!

The corners of Ji Wushuang's mouth are slightly skimmed!

Hum!

[Blue Shadow Thousand Glass Fire]?

It's just a primordial platinum-level flame, is it comparable to the [Red Lotus Karma Fire], one of the ten divine fires of his own desolation?

Several fires ignited all over his body, and then spread throughout his body.

[Fire Rejuvenation]!

He instantly turned into a burning man.

Before the flames that kept attacking fell on him, they were forced to dissipate in an instant by the divine power of the Red Lotus Karmic Fire.

Yang Pan's genre is not a secret, Ji Wushuang has already checked it.

He walked the earth and fire palm, but it was not physical cultivation, it was Dharma cultivation.

A mage is close to the body, even if it is close to the realm?

Two breaths later, Ji Wushuang had already rushed in front of Yang Pan, holding the burning karmic fire sword in his hand and stabbing at his face.

Yang Pan's face changed slightly.

This Ji Wushuang has a lot of things!

What is the practice of turning this whole person into a fire man?

In the past few decades, it is the first time I have seen this kind of spiritual skill, and its effect is simply comparable to the supernatural power that can only be practiced in the infancy of the Yuan Dynasty.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and in an instant, dozens of fist-sized golden stone shields instantly appeared around him.

Satellites swirl around him.

It is the protective spiritual technique of the Fa Xiu, the Golden Stone Aegis.

Ji Wu sent the fire sword in both hands, and the speed of this sword was even faster, but when it rushed, it only smashed the first few stone shields.

The corners of Yang Pan's mouth were slightly upturned, this kid really didn't know how thick the sky was.

This golden stone shield is the highest level out-of-body level exercise, even if Xiang Ji comes, he may not be able to break through his own defense in a short time.

He didn't take Ji Wushuang, who was close at hand, seriously at all, and raised his palms to himself, and two [Blue Thousand Glass Fires] slowly ignited on them.

If you go down with these two [Haohuo Stretching Your Palms], you will definitely be able to kill this Xiaobi in seconds.

Who knew that when Ji Wushuang shot out the flying sword, the momentum was unabated, and with both fists, one punch could shatter two or three golden stone shields.

These, each of which was enough to resist the full force of the Yuan Infant Cultivator's blow, was like bean dregs in front of Ji Wushuang in the Jindan stage.

Shatter when you touch it.

Between the two breaths, dozens of stone shields were shattered like a withered and decayed body.

Yang Pan was shocked, he didn't have time to react, Ji Wushuang's dark red fire fist had already covered his vision!

"Old dog! If you don't believe in your words, eat Lao Tzu's punch! ”

"Bump!"

A strong blow hit the bridge of the nose, the nose and eyes were sore, and the tears couldn't stop flowing out.

"Jump!"

It was dark again before his eyes!

Airplanes...... Yang Pan only felt that his eyes were full of stars, and his eyes were buzzing.

Yang Pan didn't care about anything else, closed his eyes, and swung the [Haohuo Stretching Palm] that had not yet been charged forward.

In his senses, Ji Wushuang's body twisted slightly, and he dodged his attack.

Why is Ji Wushuang's speed so fast?

Just as Yang Pan was flustered, a strong force hit his lower abdomen.

He only felt that his inner abdomen was overturned, and the cramping pain was incomparable.

"Wow!"

Yang Pan spurted out a mouthful of thick blood, and his body fell under this powerful bombardment.

If Yang Pan used all his strength at the beginning, Ji Wushuang would have no chance at all.

What he gambled on was that Yang Pan looked down on himself and didn't have to go all out.

He worked hard to gain the advantage of this moment, how could he let go of this God-given opportunity.

His body turned into a flame, chasing Yang Pan's falling figure, and slammed into his face with one punch.

Yang Pan was continuously bombarded and fell diagonally towards the sea!

Bao Biao and Sima Ying were shocked and dumbfounded.

Yang Pan: What's going on? In less than a minute, he was defeated, and was beaten by Ji Wushuang like his grandson, riding his face.

Moreover, Ji Wushuang's attack was surprisingly high, and every punch that fell could bring a rain of blood.

This is really a mess of punching the master to death.

Let him punch a few more times, Yang Pan is afraid that he will be killed directly.

Bao Wei couldn't help it at first, and hurriedly came to the rescue.

Bao Wei rushed out like a cannonball, and his fist with golden brilliance slammed into Ji Wushuang's body accurately.

Fires were flying.

Ji Wushuang spurted out a mouthful of blood with a "wow" and fell towards the sea on the side.