The two men fought in the air with formation flags. Although Yuan Wushen was at a disadvantage, he still did not let Yi Ming form a formation. While dodging Yi Ming's flying sword, he slowly moved towards the outside of Rongyue Mountain Swamp.

Yuan Wushen's face was gloomy, and he looked like a ghost under the yellow light curtain. He wanted to speed up his escape by withstanding Yi Ming's attack, but he was afraid that he would accidentally fall into the moving traps that were everywhere around him. Just now, Yi Ming took him around everywhere, and he didn't pay attention to the surrounding environment at all. If he was really trapped, he would be skinned alive if he didn't die. It was simply a great assist for Yi Ming.

Seeing that Yuan Wushen was completely absorbed in the battle with him, Yi Ming's mouth flashed a smile, and a black and white shadow slid down from his wrist and disappeared in the miasma-filled air.

"cut!"

Yi Ming shouted coldly, and while controlling the formation, he still had the strength to strangle Yuan Wushen with the Golden Sun Sword, but of course the power could not reach its peak.

Yuan Wushen turned his body to the side, ignoring Yi Ming's flying sword. His yellow flag was of stronger quality than the shield. Although it was slightly dim at this time, Yi Ming's flying sword still could not break it.

“Snap!”

Ferocious beasts are always afraid of soul attacks, so Xiaohua twisted her body, and although she avoided the black flame, she also lost the opportunity to get close to Yuan Wushen.

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“Hiss!”

If you don't use it anymore, this thing will become obsolete...

"You can't kill me. Even if you can seriously injure me, I can still return to the sect!" Yuan Wushen said fiercely, "At that time, not only will you die, but your companion named Qingyangzi will also die!"

Yuan Wushen did not find any clues in his spiritual consciousness, but his true energy perception would not deceive him, so he burst out the rich true energy in his body in an instant, blasting away all those needle-shaped attacks.

He is also a genius who can fight above his level. No wonder he can represent Wangshan Sect to negotiate with Tianmu Valley.

The formation is complete, and someone is in charge. Unless you take out seven or eight talismans of the same level like Cong Shaobai, it is not so easy to break the formation with your own strength. Obviously, although Yuan Wushen is much stronger than Cong Shaobai in strength, he is not as good as him in family background. At least he does not carry the luxurious disposable talismans with him.

Endless black sand surged in from all directions, madly consuming the mysterious light of the magic weapon. Other black sand appeared out of thin air, knocking the flags set up by Yuan Wushen all over the place.

"Yi Ming! Let me go, you don't really think I can't break your formation, right?" Yuan Wushen shouted, "It's just that I don't want to pay such a high price, don't force me to use the last resort, we will both suffer losses!"

“Hiss!”

Yuan Wushen's pupils suddenly shrank, he raised his hand and threw out a talisman. A ball of burning black flame suddenly appeared in the void and blocked his chest. The black flame did not seem to be very hot, but it exuded a breath that made the soul tremble. It was obviously an offensive talisman that specialized in targeting the soul's sea of ​​consciousness.

Yi Ming shook his head. The Golden Snake was blocked by the talisman and failed to weaken Yuan Wushen's protective true energy, resulting in the failure of the Invisible Needle. Otherwise, the result of this battle would have been decided.

When the mouth of the pot was opened, clouds of green smoke and white mist were seen rising up, which gradually merged into the Thousand Sand Grinding Divine Formation.

Yi Ming’s flying sword could indeed not break Yuan Wushen’s defense, but the Golden Que Snake could.

"How about it? Do you want me to gamble that you can really kill me, or let me swear an oath, so that we're even and you don't have to worry about anything?"

"What the hell!"

In order to avoid further accidents, Yi Ming also took out the poison plague pot that had not been used for a long time.

"It doesn't matter."

Xiaohua cried a few times in grievance. Yi Ming flicked his finger and a poison pill flew into its mouth. "Don't worry, you don't know how to cooperate with the formation. Wait until I kill him and leave his blood and essence to you."

…

Yi Ming still didn't say anything, but as he made hand seals, Yuan Wushen didn't notice that wisps of almost undetectable white smoke slowly seeped in and merged into his body as the black sand weakened his protective magic weapon.

Xiaohua expressed her satisfaction.

"Hehe..." Yi Ming didn't say anything, but who can't talk nonsense?

Yuan Wushen's face turned pale, and he had a bad feeling.

On the other side, the moment he was enveloped by the Thousand Sand Grind Divine Formation, Yuan Wushen used his protective magic weapon to protect his body. Dozens of formation flags flew around him, testing the details of the Thousand Sand Grind Divine Formation.

At this moment, a black and white shadow suddenly popped out, and it flashed by, breaking through the yellow light curtain in an instant and came in front of Yuan Wushen.

Yuan Wushen broke out in a cold sweat, and at the same time he felt more than a dozen invisible needle-shaped attacks piercing his body's protective true energy. Each of them carried explosive force and pierced his body's protective true energy frantically.

“What a pity.”

Regardless of whether Yuan Wushen could find these two safe ways out, it was clear that Yi Ming would never allow Yuan Wushen to get close to those two roads.

"As expected of a direct disciple of Wangshan Sect, he is indeed extraordinary."

"It's over." Although the Golden Snake and the Invisible Needle did not work, it distracted Yuan Wushen for a moment. Yi Ming took the opportunity to integrate and connect most of the formation flags. At this time, the last step had been set. As he moved his handprint, endless black sand flew up and completely enveloped Yuan Wushen.

"Let me go, and we'll be even. I swear I'll never trouble you again." Yuan Wushen said again, "Otherwise, even if I'm seriously injured, you won't be able to survive."

Xiaohua absorbed the essence and blood of the Wangshan Sect's middle-stage Ningyuan cultivator, and with the addition of the various poisonous spiritual plants that Yi Ming had fed him before, his strength had already reached the limit of the early-stage Xuan level.

However, in terms of background, cultivation, formations, fighting experience, and various assistances, Yuan Wushen is inferior to Yi Ming. Now he is trapped in a battlefield specially prepared by Yi Ming. How can he fight Yi Ming?

“Whoosh!”

This is the battlefield that Yi Ming specially chose after wandering around. It is at least six hills away from the outer edge of Rongyue Swamp. There is a natural killing formation covering the sky, and more than seven natural formations are spread all around. In addition, there are two mobile traps floating slowly. There are only two routes to leave safely.

After the big stick threat, now it turns to sweet dates to comfort, "You are indeed powerful, and you have the assistance of the fierce beast. We can be said to have known each other for a long time. If you are interested, you can come to my Wangshan Sect to be a guest elder. In the future, you will have Wangshan Sect to back you up. Isn't it much more comfortable than being a helpless cultivator?"

"Really?" Yi Ming's slightly hesitant voice came from the formation, seemingly persuaded, "Are you so kind?"

The vicious look in Yuan Wushen's eyes flashed away, but he said in a gentle voice, "What grudge can't we resolve?"

"That's why I'm worried." Yi Ming sighed, "You want to kill me even though we have no grudges against each other. How dare I go to Wangshan Sect with you?"

(End of this chapter)