Si Ming Dances with His Sword (Continued)

With the force of the Heavenly Dragon, Si Ming rammed into the swarm of black insects. With a deafening roar, like a meteorite crashing into the sea, a colossal wave was unleashed. Countless black insects were killed by this attack, but even more insects flew out of Mengying's body, seemingly endless.

The swarm of black insects could not withstand Si Ming's impact and was pierced through in one fell swoop. Mengying had to reach out to receive the force, but she was also unable to withstand Si Ming's divine power and was forced to retreat under the impact. At the same time, the black insects flying around rushed towards Si Ming. Even though they were blasted to pieces by the pure yang energy covering his body, they still rushed forward and followed, layer by layer offsetting the force.

Suddenly, a burst of energy exploded, and both were forced back.

Si Ming lightly touched the ground with his toes, dissipating the remaining force and stopping his retreat. He said, "Insects are indeed afraid of the cold. Demon King, your Cultivation Body is less than 80% of what it used to be, and your perception has been severely weakened. You have no chance of winning this battle. You might as well admit defeat now. If you admit defeat sincerely, I might consider sparing your life."

Mengying retreated a full zhang further than Si Ming, but his expression remained unchanged as he said, "Your Cultivation Body has also been affected by the formation."

Si Ming chuckled, not paying any attention. His Internal Cultivation possessed fire attributes, which was indeed suppressed by the formation. However, Internal Cultivation was never his trump card, but rather an add-on. What he truly relied on was this physical body. At this moment, his body was surging with Essence Blood, filled with heat, like magma. Not to mention the current temperature, even if it were fifty degrees lower, he would still be shouting that Laozi needed prostitute benefits.

"Looks like there's no room for negotiation. Let's settle this with one decisive move."

Si Ming activated the Vacuum Zero-Energy Furnace, frantically absorbing the surrounding Primal Qi. He clenched his fists tightly and slowly raised them. A terrifying power that made one's heart pound was brewing and accumulating in his fists. Every inch of air seemed to be filled with a stuffy and oppressive feeling, and the snow on the ground was forced to fly off the ground.

This was clearly a sign that he was about to use his ultimate move, but Si Ming's timing was very wrong. At this moment, Mengying was neither unable to gather his energy due to his injury, nor was he forced to create distance. If he wanted, he could use his ultimate move to interrupt Si Ming's energy gathering at any time.

But Mengying did not do that, because a quick victory would be in his favor. He had even devised a strategy to force Si Ming to fight him with his ultimate moves after ten moves. After all, as the Law Power increased, the surrounding temperature continued to drop, and his Cultivation Body would be suppressed more severely. This also meant that the longer the battle dragged on, the lower his chances of winning would be. Only a quick victory would give him a slim chance of winning.

Before he could even put his plan into action, the other party had already helped him achieve his goal. This puzzled Mengying greatly. He didn't think Si Ming was oblivious to this, but the other party's actions were exactly what he wanted. This illogical change made him uneasy, and several guesses flashed through his mind.

--The opponent still fell for the arrogance trap, and therefore did not take us seriously, not caring whether to finish the battle quickly or prolong the time.

--The opponent was a pedantic martial artist who felt that winning by relying on external forces was not honorable.

--The opponent's ultimate move is just a facade; the real intention is to lure him into using his ultimate move and then interrupt him.

Although a multitude of thoughts flashed through Mengying's mind in an instant, he still didn't have time to analyze them one by one. He couldn't guess Si Ming's true thoughts, but he knew that if he hesitated any longer, even the last glimmer of hope for victory would disappear. At this moment, responding or interrupting was better than doing nothing.

--Perhaps that's their intention, a feint to make me miss my chance.

With his mind made up, Mengying decisively eliminated all distractions and went all out to fight. His demonic Yao Qi surged, and his right hand emitted a pale golden Gang Qi that transformed into a blazing sun. The dazzling halo rippled outwards, illuminating the surrounding area. His left hand, on the other hand, was filled with surging, pitch-black Gang Qi that formed a crescent moon. Dark shadows spread rampantly, covering half of the void.

"The Divine Sandworm Bukong's Shadow-Shooting Sand!"

The next moment, the sun and moon suddenly rose up, circling each other and spinning rapidly. Light and darkness intertwined and entangled, evolving into a scene of flickering light that could not be described in words. Millions of golden insects swarmed out, like a sandstorm covering the sky, and even the snowflakes that were flying like white cotton in the formation were repelled.

At the same time, Xu Ming suddenly lay down on the ground, a huge purple frog phantom appeared behind him, his throat suddenly bulged out, making a gurgling sound, and his body swelled to twice its size.

"The Toad's Cry Across the Nine Heavens!"

The violent Yao Qi shot out like cannonballs, merging into the Demon King's ultimate move and increasing its power.

"Yin and Yang are mutually dependent!"

Shentu Chuang was easily defeated by Si Ming, which dealt a blow to his spirit. However, he was a forthright man after all, and he quickly regained his morale. He unleashed a blade of energy that constantly shifted between yin and yang attributes, attacking Si Ming from the side—Si Ming was not Demon Race and could not cooperate with the Demon King.

Faced with three powerful attacks, the image of Si Ming's body. He used heaven and earth as a drum and his hands as mallets, and with a single strike, the space trembled incessantly, and a deafening roar immediately erupted, drowning out all other sounds.

"Nine Suns Return to One, Formless Tathagata!"

The force of his fist surged like a tidal wave, stirring the air and creating visible ripples that spread outwards, causing countless jagged cracks to appear on the ground. The intense, thunderous energy burst forth from Si Ming's fists, winding and twisting like wild snakes dancing wildly or like swords falling, piercing the sky, tearing apart the atmosphere, and crushing everything in its path.

The moment the ultimate moves clashed, the world fell into a brief silence. But then, the sound of the explosion was like an avalanche or tsunami, sweeping across the land. The surrounding snowfield seemed to be buried with hundreds of landmines, bursting into snow fireworks. Pieces of stone mixed with mud and dust were thrown into the sky against the norm, crashing into the array's light shield, freezing into ice crystals, and falling back to the earth.

The Demon King and the Purple Frog Demon Marshal's Cultivation Body were suppressed by the formation. The two of them barely managed to withstand Si Ming's ultimate move, and their Qi and Blood and qi were churning from the shock. Fortunately, there was also Shentu Chuang on the scene. Although his sword energy was impacted by the residual force of the ultimate move and shattered midway, losing three-tenths of its power, the remaining seven-tenths still struck Si Ming solidly, causing him to retreat with injuries.

Mengying had already prepared for Si Ming to have another trick up his sleeve and was on guard, but to his surprise, his opponent was defeated so easily. He felt a sense of disappointment, like throwing a punch that missed its mark. He thought to himself, "Could it be that I was overthinking things, and that my opponent had no ulterior motives at all, just pure arrogance..."

"This is bad, his target is Hujia!"

Amidst the swirling snow, two figures moved swiftly and intertwined. Si Huaruo launched a fierce offensive around Hujia. The increasingly frigid air within the formation slowed Hujia's movements while significantly enhancing Si Huaruo's abilities in all aspects. At least in terms of speed, she had completely suppressed Hujia, surpassing her by more than two levels.

The Seven Ingenious Spirit Heart Staff clashed rapidly with the Big Scissors. With each collision, a chilling aura that penetrated to the bone entered Hujia's body, causing him excruciating pain. Even with his impenetrable armor protecting him, he could not withstand it.

In contrast, he didn't care about the wounds that Ying Zhou left on Hujia's body with the Demon Blade of Conquest Demon Saber.

Si Huaruo did not engage in a direct confrontation with Hujia. She tried her best to avoid a direct conflict. Once she saw that her opponent showed signs of fighting and retreated to create distance, the snow under her feet not only did not hinder her movement, but also gave her a feeling of skating, allowing her to move quickly on the snow.

"Damn it, all you can do is dodge, woman?"

Hujia roared repeatedly, unleashing fierce Gang Qi with his Big Scissors, but Si Huaruo ignored him, employing guerrilla tactics to evade the attacks from the outside. Once the opponent's energy subsided, she would rejoin him and continue to erode his Cultivation Body with the Counter-Wave Ice Firmament technique.

Ying Zhou was feeling somewhat frustrated. Usually, he was the one on the offensive while Si Huaruo was on the defensive. But now it was the other way around. Si Huaruo was the main attacker, while he had to harass her from time to time and hinder her performance. This was not his fighting style.

However, Ying Zhou at least knew how to discern the occasion and timing, and knew that now was not the time to throw a tantrum. He could only suppress his agitation and fulfill his responsibilities.

After a brief struggle between the two humans and the demon, Hujia seemed unable to suppress the accumulated cold energy within his body. His body stiffened, and he stood motionless, ice forming on his skin, with wisps of cold air emanating from it.

Great opportunity!

Seeing this, Ying Zhou couldn't wait to circulate his True Qi, wanting to personally kill the enemy and seize the first merit. The Conquest Demon Saber emitted an excited tremor, and a dazzling blade light bloomed.

"Wisdom Sun Dispels All Darkness!"

"Watch out, retreat quickly!" Si Huaruo sensed something was wrong and hurriedly warned, but the situation changed in an instant, and there was no time to speak.

Just as the Conquest Demon Saber was about to pierce Hujia's body trembled, shattering the ice crystals on her body. At the same time, she raised her Big Scissors and cut upwards, clamping the Conquest Demon Saber between them.

If it were any other weapon, Hujia could have cut it in two with a single scissor strike. However, the Conquest Demon Saber was of such high quality that it was not cut, leaving only a slight crack, and continued to pierce Hujia's shoulder.

Hujia snorted and twisted the Big Scissors in one swift motion. If the opponent refused to let go, no matter how sturdy the Conquest Demon Saber, it would break.

Ying Zhou couldn't bear to see the demonic blade destroyed, so he loosened his grip and watched helplessly as it flew away. Then, he felt a sharp pain in his chest as his opponent caught it in their hand.

"If you don't come over here, this kid is dead!"