The Earth Is My Dantian

"Come again." Ye Sheng roared, his momentum high.

Armored with sacred weapons and swords of all kinds in the world, Ye Sheng was completely fearless of attacks, one sword after another.

The sword divides yin and yang, the sword establishes life and death, and the sword pierces the universe.

Ye Sheng's reincarnation swordsmanship is as smooth as a master's. With every sword strike, it seems that he can clearly distinguish between life and death in the world.

He Yan's face was grim, and he said: "It's really not easy to kill you. Your cultivation is very weak, but your body is weird, and your strength is frightening. You are wearing armor and holding a sword. You can resist my attack. It really impresses me. .”

Ye Sheng's sword fell, slashed across He Yan's neck, and cut open his body.

But this is just a phantom, Ye Sheng's backhand is a sword.

clang!

He Yan appeared behind him, with the holy sword in his hand. This is also a magic weapon. He can fight against all kinds of swords in the world a few times without falling behind. The rank should be very high.

But it's just too high.

The Hundred Forms Sword in the World is a magic weapon, born with spiritual wisdom, and has been in a deep sleep on weekdays. Now it is activated by Ye Sheng, and when he sees that he can't suppress a small holy sword, he immediately becomes furious.

Immediately, the Hundred States Sword in the World burst into a halo more than ten meters long, and it smashed hard, driving Ye Sheng's power to hit the holy sword.

clang!

This time it was a loud noise, like thunder, resounding throughout the grassland, making Kunyu's body tremble and she immediately fell to her knees.

This is also the roar of the magic weapon, the domineering, oppressive momentum of the swords of all forms in the world, and the wailing, trembling, and tenacious resistance of the holy sword.

He Yan's expression changed, and he said angrily, "You want to destroy my magic weapon, it's unreasonable."

He covered the dark sky with one hand, covered with black clouds, covering the sky and blocking out the sun.

Rumble!

Ye Sheng's eyes bloomed with cold light, and he roared: "The Nether River!"

This long river is mighty and mighty, stirring up splashes, and Ye Sheng stands in it, like a god, overlooking He Yan, the devil.

Repression!

The Nether River directly suppressed the Great Darkness Sky, unable to overturn the big waves at all.

"You know all the secret techniques of the Reincarnation School?" He Yan's complexion changed drastically, his hair fluttered like a madman, and he performed a very rare technique.

Big Crazy Demon Art!

Like a lunatic, every time he punches, the void is stirred up, bringing up waves of thunder and lightning, and in an instant, ten thousand thunders fall, trying to split Ye Sheng into pieces.

Ye Sheng roared: "Samsara seal!"

With a flip of his palm, a big seal was formed, and he smashed it out fiercely.

The power of the two reincarnation seals was condensed, and it exploded completely at this moment.

when!

Ye Sheng's reincarnation seal hit He Yan like a forged iron, knocking him to the ground, and blood marks appeared on his body.

"As I said, I am growing all the time, and you have reached the peak. Your potential and mine are heaven and earth. You can't resist my attack." Ye Sheng's expression became cold. Yan's moves are clear and he knows how to defeat the opponent. The Dalun Mogong is completely restrained by the Samsara Yin, and he is like a trapped beast, and he can only do futile efforts.

"Do you think my Dao heart can be shaken by just a few words?" He Yan sneered and said disdainfully.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, smiled more and more cruelly, jumped up, and attacked Ye Sheng with a crazy punch in mid-air.

"Yes or no, you know it in your heart, why lie to yourself." Ye Sheng said lightly, with a cold face, but he didn't know how to talk about affection, and neither he nor He Yan had any affection to talk about.

Bang bang bang!

Ye Sheng and He Yan touched in an instant, separated immediately, and then attacked again, separated at a high speed, just like this, they fought 300 times in just one minute.

These 300 times, Ye Sheng could not win all of them, he was also injured, with marks all over his body, blood flowed from his nose, corners of his mouth, and ears.

But he still won.

"It can be over,

I've already realized enough that you are of little value to me. Ye Sheng shouted, staring at the crazy He Yan with a cold expression, and then slapped hard.

Rumble!

He Yan was slapped on the ground by Ye Sheng, using two reincarnation seals, which hit the grassland and couldn't move.

Deep marks appeared on the grassland, a figure was in it, unable to move, and the seal of reincarnation was still pressed on it.

Ye Sheng clutched his chest, coughed and fell down, looked at He Yan and said, "It's over, you're defeated."

"No, it's impossible for me to lose to you." He Yan couldn't believe it, his expression was insane, his eyes were bloodshot, and he yelled.

"Where is the holy sword!" He Yan raised his head to the sky and shouted.

Ye Sheng watched quietly, then turned his gaze to mid-air.

Click!

A crisp sound resounded on the grassland.

He Yan's face froze, and an abnormal flush came up. He opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body instantly became sluggish.

Ye Sheng watched silently.

The holy sword was smashed to pieces by the sword of all forms in the world.

Just now, the holy sword was broken, shattered into more than a dozen pieces, fell to the ground, and became a pile of scrap iron.

The charm dissipated and was no longer the same.

At the same time, He Yan's mind was damaged and he vomited blood.

The holy sword is the magic weapon of his life, but it was broken like this.

He stared at Ye Sheng suddenly, with hatred in his eyes: "You will die, kill me, and the world will definitely kill you in the grassland."

Ye Sheng laughed: "That's just right, I just need pressure, and it's just right to be here in the world."

"The power in the world is beyond what you can imagine." He Yan smiled cruelly, a little horrified.

Ye Sheng knelt down and said, "Actually, my horror is beyond your imagination."

Ye Sheng's greatest fear is not his cultivation, nor his holy armor, nor his various swords, nor the secret codes of the Samsara Sect, nor the Ten Rules of Taoism.

But practice speed.

Ye Sheng's practice has been full of efforts and calculations, which has exceeded half a year, but there is still a period of time before one year.

He broke through the second level of innateness and beat He Yan, who was in the tenth level of innateness.

If this speed is spread out, the world may be in an uproar.

Absolutely no one can have Ye Sheng's speed.

The world may be scary, but in Ye Sheng's eyes, the world is not as scary as him.

The person who trusts Ye Sheng the most in this world is Ye Sheng himself.

"You will definitely die miserably. I'll be waiting for you in the 18th floor of hell." He Yan roared, knowing that he was doomed, he didn't beg for mercy.

He Yan has killed many people, and he knows whether the combination of eyes, demeanor, movements, tone, etc. when killing people is really killing intent.

He looked at Ye Sheng and immediately understood that he couldn't survive.

It is no use begging for mercy.

"Then wait for me in hell slowly, maybe one day when I go to hell as a guest, I will think of you." Ye Sheng smiled coldly, and then stretched out his hand to make a move.

Clang!

The sword of various forms in the world flew back and landed in Ye Sheng's hand.

Puchi!

Ye Sheng raised his hand and swung his sword, blood shot out, and a human head flew out.

He Yan, died.

Ye Sheng suddenly poked his body weakly with his sword, looked at Kunyu, and said, "Come and help me into the carriage to rest."

Kunyu stood up trembling all over.