Cultivating Immortality, Starting from Childhood Sweethearts

Under normal circumstances, no cultivator would practice both body and technique cultivation simultaneously.

Because it would be too much to handle, and the returns would be too low.

So, generally, only those who want to follow the path of a Qi Refiner but lack the talent, unable to break through to the Cave Mansion Realm no matter what, and still desire some strength, would switch to the path of a Martial Artist.

But generally, the quality of such people's Martial Artist realm is also very low.

Therefore, the Yellow Sand Dragon Lord looked down upon Xu Ming.

The Yellow Sand Dragon Lord sneered and slapped down with a palm, the huge dragon claw Dharma image smashing towards Xu Ming's head, as if locking down Xu Ming's aura.

Xu Ming, with his long sword on his back, delivered a punch.

As the dragon claw Dharma image was smashed open, Xu Ming once again arrived in front of the Yellow Sand Dragon Lord.

At the same time, the other formations arranged by Yuan Yu activated.

Xu Ming also activated the Fear Heart Formation.

Seeing Xu Ming's long sword piercing towards his heart, the Yellow Sand Dragon Lord suddenly felt fear and dodged to the side.

The Yellow Sand Dragon Lord clearly felt that he could catch this sword, but he just dodged it!

He dodged, but not completely.

Xu Ming's sword still pierced into the Yellow Sand Dragon Lord's shoulder.

Sharp, cold sword Qi, like frost, drilled into the Yellow Sand Dragon Lord's blood vessels.

The Yellow Sand Dragon Lord spat a mouthful of dragon breath at Xu Ming, and only then did Xu Ming pull out his sword, as the Yellow Sand Dragon Lord created distance.

The Yellow Sand Dragon Lord became increasingly angry that he was injured by such a small cultivator.

The Yellow Sand Dragon Lord directly transformed into his true form.

A huge Flood Dragon pounced towards Xu Ming.

Xu Ming condensed his spiritual power onto his long sword, and one sword Qi after another was slashed out. Even if this vicious dragon kept dodging, it would eventually be hit a few times.

Sword marks were left on the Yellow Sand Dragon Lord's scales, making him look particularly embarrassed.

"Roar!"

The Yellow Sand Dragon Lord knocked Xu Ming to the ground, his dragon claws pressing firmly on Xu Ming's chest.

The Yellow Sand Dragon Lord raised his head, dragon breath gathering in his mouth.

Yuan Yu felt that something was wrong and was about to take action, but who knew that her master's blood Qi became even more violent.

This feeling reminded Yuan Yu of the time when she and her master fought in the White Ditch Secret Realm.

Yuan Yu didn't know what kind of technique this was, but she was clear that her master's strength had soared at that time, as if he had become a different person, as if no matter who came, her master could perish together with them.

"Thump!"

Xu Ming delivered a punch, smashing it on the Yellow Sand Dragon Lord's chin.

The Yellow Sand Dragon Lord raised his head, a mouthful of dragon breath shooting towards the sky.

Xu Ming gripped his long sword tightly and lifted upwards with force, and the huge dragon claw was actually lifted open by Xu Ming.

Flood Dragons originally don't have claws, it's just that this vicious dragon conjured them to make himself look no different from a real dragon.

Xu Ming leaped up and stabbed the sword towards the head of this Flood Dragon.

The Yellow Sand Dragon Lord dodged backwards, followed by a scream. Xu Ming's long sword left a sword mark on the Yellow Sand Dragon Lord's head, and dragon blood seeped out.

Xu Ming flipped over onto the Yellow Sand Dragon Lord's back, stabbed a sword into his body, and then punched and punched fiercely at his body!

Like a divine being drumming, each punch was stronger than the last.

Pieces of dragon scales were smashed off by Xu Ming, just like scaling a fish. The vicious dragon's spine was almost broken by Xu Ming's punches, and the Yellow Sand Dragon Lord kept rolling on the ground.

The Dragon race has strong self-healing abilities, but under the influence of the Dragon Slaying Formation, the Yellow Sand Dragon Lord's self-healing ability was almost zero, and these formations, to a certain extent, prevented the flow of spiritual power in the Yellow Sand Dragon Lord's body, making it impossible to exert his full strength.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Mo Zhu'er took out her magic weapon and hurried forward to help, otherwise, if this continued, Xu Ming might hammer this Flood Dragon to death.

It wouldn't matter to her if this Flood Dragon died.

The main thing is that Xu Ming has to die, not to mention that she is now trapped by the formation and can't get out at all.

If this vicious dragon dies, she might not be able to beat Xu Ming.

After this great battle ends, after she kills Xu Ming, she will kill this seriously injured vicious dragon, and then draw out his tendons and bones, which can be sold for a good price.

Mo Zhu'er's black ribbon lashed towards Xu Ming.

Xu Ming frowned, first giving the Flood Dragon under him a punch, and then lifting his sword upwards, cutting the black ribbon.

Flowers appeared in Mo Zhu'er's eyes, like a kaleidoscope, trying to make Xu Ming fall into an illusion.

Xu Ming didn't panic at all, and met her gaze with his Dao Pattern Eyes.

"It's those eyes again!" Mo Zhu'er was extremely unhappy in her heart, knowing that her illusion technique had no effect on Xu Ming.

Two sharp thorns appeared from Mo Zhu'er.

These two sharp thorns were about half a meter long, with handles, and behind the handles was a circular ring hole.

Mo Zhu'er stepped with strange steps and instantly appeared beside Xu Ming, the sharp thorns already piercing towards Xu Ming's throat.

Xu Ming dodged sideways, the sharp thorns brushed past Xu Ming's neck. Xu Ming released his grip on the sword hilt with his right hand and punched Mo Zhu'er in the chest. The softness was transmitted to Xu Ming's fist, but Xu Ming didn't have the slightest feeling of romance in his heart.

This is a matter of life and death, no one would be in the mood to care about these things.

Mo Zhu'er turned into a black shadow and exploded, and when she reappeared, another sharp thorn pierced towards Xu Ming's neck.

Xu Ming dodged again, reached out and pulled forward, following Mo Zhu'er forward, and faced her with a punch, but Mo Zhu'er exploded into a cloud of black mist again.

Mo Zhu'er appeared and dispersed around Xu Ming, dispersed and appeared again, clusters of black mist surrounding Xu Ming.

Xu Ming punched whenever he could, and found a few gaps to beat the vicious dragon two punches.

More than a dozen of Mo Zhu'er's black shadows stabbed towards Xu Ming from different directions, as if to stab Xu Ming into a hedgehog.

Xu Ming's Dao Pattern Eyes saw through it, jumped backwards, and Mo Zhu'er stabbed straight towards the Flood Dragon under Xu Ming.

Just as Mo Zhu'er was about to retract the sharp thorns, Xu Ming grabbed Mo Zhu'er's hands and stabbed downwards with the force!

"Roar!!!!"

Two sharp thorns entered the Yellow Sand Dragon Lord's body, making a painful roar.

Xu Ming then kicked forward, without the slightest pity for the fairer sex. Xu Ming's kick hit Mo Zhu'er's lower abdomen, kicking her away for several meters, making her look extremely embarrassed.

Xu Ming found the reverse scale of this vicious dragon and directly pulled it out with force!

The vicious dragon trembled all over and fell to the ground, splashing countless sand and dust.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xu Ming pulled out his long sword, stabbed it into where the dragon tendon was located, then gripped the long sword tightly and kept pulling it downwards.

The back of this vicious dragon was completely cut open by Xu Ming!

Xu Ming then reached out and grabbed the dragon tendon, raised it upwards, and the entire dragon tendon flew in the air like a leather whip.

[My brother is getting married next month, I need to prepare a manuscript in advance. It's in Sanming, and I have to drive there. Adding the drive back, it will probably take two or three days.

I just don't know if the boss will let me take leave.

Forget it, never mind!

If the boss doesn't let me take leave, I'll just leave.

Anyway, there's not much salary, and I'm as tired as a dog every day.]