Si Ming Dances with the Sword

Hujia quickly realized this and decided to finish the fight quickly. He used his Big Scissors to unleash a barrage of Gang Qi, intending to cut Si Huaruo in half.

"The Wondrous Great Cloud of Compassionate Intent!"

Ying Zhou intervened just in time, his Conquest Demon Saber gently clashing with the Big Scissors, neutralizing the attack.

"You've forgotten about me, haven't you?"

Ying Zhou rubbed his nose with his thumb and said something very dashing, but then his expression changed immediately. He rubbed his arms and shivered, saying, "It's getting colder and colder, Emperor Polo."

Even a Qi and Blood young man like him felt cold, so the effectiveness of the formation was undeniable. In Si Ming's perception, the temperature had already reached at least minus thirty degrees Celsius, and it was still dropping.

With Si Ming's physique, he was naturally not afraid of this low temperature. Even Shentu Chuang could withstand it. But the Demon Race was different, especially the Demon Race that came from insects. Cold was one of their weaknesses, and their resistance was low, so they had to use their Yao Qi to resist it.

"Now that's one less, it's three against one, and with the formation helping, I think my chances of winning are very high," Si Ming said confidently.

Mengying remained calm and said, "But your plan has a huge flaw. Your companions were able to match my men because they had the help of the formation. Once the formation is broken, they will be defeated quickly. And this crucial formation is just a temporary formation that relies on two weapons to activate. Its medium is too weak."

Before he finished speaking, he raised his hand and unleashed a powerful palm strike towards the sky. At the same time, Shentu Chuang also slashed out several blades of energy towards the edges of the formation in various directions. The throat of the Purple Frog Xu Ming suddenly swelled, spewing out a cannon of air that also shot towards the sky.

Temporary formations are those constructed from Primal Qi. They have no supporting medium and rely entirely on spiritual power to operate. Such formations are easily destroyed by brute force. For example, the formation used by the Demon Race just now was constructed from dozens of black magic staffs. Even if a large hole was punched in the formation before the staffs were destroyed, it would quickly repair itself.

A formation with a medium is much more stable and resilient than a formation without a medium.

However, the three waves of attacks only caused ripples on the light shield formed by the formation before being completely neutralized, failing to break through as easily as expected.

Si Ming laughed heartily for a while, then said seriously, "I've already reminded you. I'm someone who examines myself three times a day, quick-witted, eager to learn, and cautious in my actions. How could I make such a low-level mistake? You underestimated me because I only hired two helpers. Actually, there was a third one, but he's currently casting spells on the outside to maintain the formation."

Then, his entire body surged with True Essence, his hands stretched out, his five fingers spread wide, and his vast and boundless energy, like a mighty river, encompassed the heavens and the earth. With each inhale and exhale, the primordial Primal Qi that was free in the world was drawn to him, surging like waves, making a "splashing" sound, just like Hundred Rivers Return to the Sea, converging between his two palms.

"Alright, that's all I had to say. Time for the second round of the fight. Be careful not to get killed by one punch."

He raised both palms and pushed forward, unleashing a surge of powerful fist energy that swept across the land. Instantly, a fierce wind howled and snow surged endlessly.

Xu Ming tried to resist with his own strength, but he felt a sense of powerlessness like an ordinary person facing a natural disaster such as an avalanche. The force he exerted with his hands was swallowed up in the blink of an eye, and he was forced to retreat step by step. Even if he used all his strength, he could not stop the retreat.

"Horsefly Sea Devours Spirits!"

Mengying raised his palm and slapped it open. Countless black insects swarmed out from his palm to block Si Ming's powerful fist. Although they kept exploding and dying, they kept coming one after another.

"Yin and Yang Divide Dusk and Dawn!"

While the Demon King and Si Ming were locked in a fierce struggle, Shentu Chuang cleaved through Yin and Yang with a single strike, finding a sliver of space in the overwhelming, avalanche-like fist force and cutting into it, displaying exquisite and unparalleled swordsmanship.

The blade closed in, only inches from Si Ming's brow, and was about to pierce his brain when a jade-like finger suddenly intercepted it.

Shentu Chuang's expression changed, and he quickly altered his sword techniques, his movements shifting unpredictably between hard and soft, yin and yang.

"The Yin and Yang Connect the Yao Images!"

The sound of metal clashing against metal exploded, and a series of sparks and arcs of electricity flew out as the blade collided with the finger, making one wonder if the finger was forged from the hardest metal in the world.

Shentu Chuang was surprised to find that no matter how he changed his moves, his opponent could figure out his variations perfectly.

"Didn't I just say that all the enemies I've fought are no threat to me whatsoever?"

Si Ming withdrew one hand and reached for Shentu Chuang's blade. Countless changes arose in an instant. Although Shentu Chuang's sword moves were complex and swift, Si Ming was faster and each change firmly restrained his opponent. His five fingers clashed in a small space, and the dull energy sounded like marbles in an endless stream.

In a flash, Si Ming flicked away Shentu Chuang's blade with a finger, then closed in, striking his opponent in the chest with an elbow, unleashing divine power.

Shentu Chuang coughed up blood with a "whoosh" and flew away like a kite with a broken string. His eyes were full of shock. Last time they fought, he had fought his opponent to a standstill. But today, he couldn't even catch one of his opponent's hands!

Chapter 687 Si Ming Dance

Having defeated Shentu Chuang in one move, Si Ming had no time to catch his breath before he felt a fierce wind rushing from the side, accompanied by a thunderous exhalation, as a massive figure attacked with immense force.

He hurriedly reached out to defend himself, and upon contact, he felt as if he had been hit by an armored vehicle traveling at over 100 kilometers per hour. His body was thrown backward, and his feet left two furrows in the ground. Moreover, the opponent's force was not a single burst, but rather a series of overlapping impacts. Even if he could neutralize it with soft techniques, he could not expect to use the force against him, because as soon as the first force was received, the next force followed immediately, giving him no chance to retaliate.

"Could this be the legendary Toad Skill?"

Unlike before when he was ambushed, this time Si Ming was mentally prepared and still had the energy to speak.

"Hmph, what Toad Skill? This is my self-created Golden Toad Limitless Skill," Xu Ming said with dissatisfaction.

"Hey, isn't your true form a purple frog? Why are you a golden toad? Shouldn't it be called the Purple Toad Limitless Skill?"

"Of course it's because 'Golden Toad' sounds better... Anyway, I'll just use whatever comes to mind, it's none of your business!"

Whether it was from exerting his strength or from being embarrassed and angry, Xu Ming's face turned bright red.

"It's neither the Golden Toad nor the Wuji (limitless) conception; your martial art should be called the Purple Toad Violent Force."

Si Ming lowered his leg to stop his retreat, and his palms spun around, using the technique of using minimal force to deflect a great weight, neutralizing the waves of impact from his opponent. His movements were as smooth and natural as flowing clouds and water. Xu Ming, on the other hand, felt hundreds of supple, silk-like energies appear out of thin air and wrap around his body, causing him to lose control of his body and spin uncontrollably, turning him into a spinning top.

"The Water Moon Mirror Shatters!"

Si Ming thrust his palms forward with a sudden burst, as if shattering an air barrier. A ring of white energy spread out, while Xu Ming shot back at an even faster speed than before, striking the location of the Demon King.

Mengying slightly raised her hand, and countless insects flew out, crashing into Xu Ming's back. Like an air cushion, they cushioned the impact and quickly reduced his speed. However, under the influence of the array's cold air, these insects froze and died, turning into a pile of corpses on the ground.

"Nine Suns Return to One, the Heavenly Dragon Destroys the World!"

A thunderous roar suddenly erupted from the ground, sending the accumulated snow into the air, where it transformed into soft white fluff and drifted down. Amidst this ethereal scene, Si Ming channeled his pure Yang energy, condensing it into a celestial dragon that tore through the beauty of the landscape. His powerful palm strike, seemingly carrying Mount Tai across the North Sea, swept across the area, spreading wildly and causing the surrounding space to appear hazy and distorted. The trees within a hundred feet radius swayed and trembled incessantly.

The air currents were stirred by Si Ming's True Qi, undulating like the tides. One force after another was superimposed, as if the Milky Way had been poured out, accompanied by the roar of a heavenly dragon, pressing down on Mengying.

"Qiongfangchi Ghost Domain!"

Faced with this extraordinary palm force, Mengying raised his hands, and thousands of pitch-black insects swarmed around him. These insects emitted a black aura, resisting the corrosive cold air. The sound of crashing waves echoed in the air, giving people an involuntary feeling of facing a raging tide and a raging torrent. The fact that the culprit behind this sound was a group of insects made it even more chilling.