All walks of life in Hong Kong were alarmed. After learning the news, they ordered their servants to prepare helicopters or yachts to watch the battle in the high seas.

In Hong Kong Island, the magic world is not far from the upper class. Many rich people have close contacts with people in the magic world. Many even have the "magic tools" of An's family and Ding's house in their homes.

Countless people rushed towards the high seas.

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

Li Jiaxin once thought that if she was dead, she would really be buried in the belly of a fish.

Fortunately, the bodyguards raised at home were loyal and found her in the vast ocean. Li Jiaxin wandered around at the door of the God of Death, but she was not dead after all.

But she was greatly frightened, with a pale face. Even at this moment, she still felt cold all over. Ye Cheng's face couldn't be removed in her mind.

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

...

Ye Chengfu stood above the high seas with his hands, looking 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. He was about to compete with Ye Cheng just now, but he was defeated at this time. He felt his face was dull and said, "It's useless to say more, come on, I'll kill you and prove the truth!"

Without further ado, he took action decisively.

Zhuge Ming's fingers were crystal clear, and his fingertips shot out divine lights, intertwined. The next moment, he blinked his fingers into the sky, with amazing power, and said coldly: "I named this technique 'Pingtian Finger', which can calm everything and smooth the blue sky!"

"Watch the sky in a well, Xiao Dao Ye dares to pacify the sky." Ye Cheng sneered.

He is the Emperor of Heaven and above heaven.

"It's useless to say more, try my best!"

Zhuge Ming snorted coldly, and he pointed out his fingers, his body soared and towered like a cloud. The cold light burst out from his fingertips, with silver glittering and murderous aura soaring into the sky, attacking Ye Cheng.

Such a killer move is done with one move. If a person who practices the Dharma can't hold on for a few rounds.

Ye Cheng was not afraid at all. He didn't care about Zhuge Ming yet. Little Yueya was still waiting for him. In ten minutes, Ye Cheng's time to travel back and forth was counted.

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

"Boom!"

Pingtian finger fell, and Ye Cheng raised his palm lightly to resolve the blow.

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

Seeing this scene, Zhuge Ming's face froze.

He continued to snap his fingers, like a lady playing the piano, extremely elegant, and countless attacks fell, with very high frequency. Some were blocked by Ye Cheng, while others were avoided by him. The attacks avoided by Ye Cheng fell into the sea, deep into the sea, and deep ravines were cut out there, with terrifying power.

If it falls on a person, it will be instantly crushed into meat paste.

After the attack was over, Ye Cheng remained as motionless as a clock. His white clothes were as smooth as snow. Even his clothes were extremely smooth without a trace of wrinkles.

"You don't have much time, and there are still five minutes left. If you can't take more powerful means, I will kill you now." Ye Cheng said calmly.

"Sir, arrogant!"

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

"Zheng!"

Zhuge Ming waved his hand, as if thousands of flying swords were ringing together. He sacrificed more than ten flying swords, resounding throughout the world, revealing his sharpness.

"Twenty years ago, I accidentally obtained a sword book that records some sword immortals' ways. I spent more than ten years of hard work and finally refined a batch of flying swords according to the above records. Unfortunately, I didn't have enough materials. Otherwise, I really wanted to see what the legendary ten thousand swords look like!" Zhuge Ming drove the flying sword, flying around it, and said proudly.

"What a pity, I have been comprehending the method of practicing the sword immortal recorded above for ten years, but I still can't understand it! What does the Qi cultivation and foundation building mean in it?"

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

"oh?"

Ye Cheng showed a look of interest. He could see at a glance that the flying sword refined by Zhuge Ming was of average quality. At most, it was a low-grade intermediate magic weapon. It was only one level higher than Wang Xuanfeng's flying sword he saw in Yinlongtan.

The sword score he obtained actually contained the level of cultivation in the world of cultivation, such as Qi cultivation, Foundation building, etc. In this way, in the ancient times of the earth, immortal cultivators must have existed.

However, now that the earth is lacking in spiritual energy, no one except Ye Cheng may be able to sense spiritual energy. So how can we practice?

"However, this does not affect my understanding of sword control. Today, I will use these ten flying swords to kill you!" Zhuge Ming's tone changed. He was able to use this flying sword to kill the enemy in Southeast Asia.

"go!"

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

Ye Cheng did not move at all, allowing the flying sword to slash his eyebrows, temples, throat and other fatal places.

"when!"

A series of crisp sounds came and fell into Zhuge Ming's heart, making him feel like he was struck by lightning.

He seemed to have thought of something, and his figure suddenly retreated, recalled his flying sword, retreated dozens of meters in a row before stopping, with a look of astonishment on his face.

"Are you a physically accomplished body refiner?" Zhuge Ming asked in surprise.

His flying sword is extremely sharp, and even metal can be cut off at will, and can easily break ten centimeters of steel plate. But it cannot hurt Ye Cheng at all. What does this mean? It means that Ye Cheng's body is harder than metal.

Only physically refined men can defeat the attacks of tanks and small howitzers, but such people are extremely rare, fewer than masters and real practitioners of practice, and are almost invisible in the world.

If anyone who can resist his flying sword attack with his body is definitely a perfect body refiner!

Ye Cheng had no intention of explaining that he refined skin, calcified organs, circulated tendons, and formed a perfect foundation of Taoism. His Taoism body was small and he had long been afraid of swords and bullets.

High-level monks in the cultivation world can also rely on their physical bodies to avoid low-level magic weapons without any damage. This is just the most basic magical power!

Zhuge Ming seemed to have seen a ghost. Ye Cheng shook his head disdainfully and said with a hilarious look: "Do you fly sword? I happened to make one too. Do you want to try it?"

"What?"

Zhuge Ming was inexplicably shocked.

"Buzz!"

Ye Cheng had a thought and heard a light sound coming, a green light flew out of his body, flying and hovering in the air.
Chapter completed!