The strongest comprehension dude

Chapter 296 Long Yin
"Little bastard, you forced me to do this! Even if I risk my life to death today, I will drag you to hell with me!"

Ji Fantian's figure loomed in the black mist, his eyes were scarlet, and he panted heavily, "Little beast, you should feel lucky, this old man hasn't used this trick for a long time, today, this old man will definitely kill you Frustrated!!"

Speaking of this, the black mist surrounding Ji Fantian's body began to fluctuate sharply, as if something was being conceived.

"Crack, click~~~"

Two extremely slight sounds of bone movement sounded, and the two arms that Ji Brahma lost in the fight with YangMeng just miraculously recovered, and it seemed that he had improved a bit.

YangMeng frowned slightly, his primordial spirit could clearly feel that Ji Fantian's face, which was originally considered to be shopping, was gradually getting older, but the aura of the innate realm on his body was getting bigger and bigger.

This move seems to be more powerful than Ji Fantian's method of consuming his vitality and improving his cultivation.

But so what?
The corner of YangMeng's mouth curled up into a mocking smile again, and he thought to himself: "Old guy, what's the use of becoming stronger? My young master's cultivation is as high as the sky, and apart from those unknown mysterious existences on the water blue planet, almost Invincible exists now. If my young master wants to kill you, even if he is the King of Hades, I will not plead for mercy!"

Thinking of this, YangMeng no longer concealed his strength, he opened his arms suddenly, and an incomparably powerful aura erupted from his body.

This aura is simply too strong, the strong black mist around Ji Fantian's body is completely suppressed by this aura, there is no luck at all.

"What, what's going on?! This is impossible!!" Ji Fantian, who had just activated the secret method to improve his cultivation, stared dumbfounded at Yang Meng in front of him. what's going on?

Throughout the entire Wuliang Mountain, there is probably no such terrifying existence.Well, how could this little bastard from the Yang family, who seemed to be less than [-] years old, possess such terrifying strength?

"Aren't you shocked, but it's useless even if you are shocked, because you will soon become a dead person!" YangMeng

With a ferocious roar, he jumped up high, clenched his hands into fists, and blasted towards Ji Fantian like lightning.

"How could this old man not be as good as a child with a yellow mouth? I don't believe it, I don't believe it!!"

Ji Fantian looked crazy, his scarlet eyes spit out a fierce light, he roared, a pair of big hands that were crystal clear and gleaming with icy breath suddenly stretched out, the black mist seemed to be alive, unexpectedly Following Ji Fantian's movements, he gathered in front of him.

"boom!!"

It was too late, but soon, YangMeng's pair of iron fists slammed heavily on the solid black mist in front of Ji Fantian.

"Ah! Hold on to this old man!!" Ji Fantian yelled ferociously, and the black mist suddenly began to expand, and slowly spread out, enveloping YangMeng's entire body.

Everything seems to be frozen here!
YangMeng was shrouded in black mist, the only thing exposed outside the mist was a pair of fists, and those fists were firmly pressed against the source of the black mist, which was the black hood in front of Ji Fantian.

"Hahaha, little bastard, you're not afraid that Fengda will flash your tongue! It turns out that it's just a vain air, trying to coax this old man, but you're a little too tender!"

Ji Fantian saw that Yang Meng was firmly imprisoned inside by the black mist he released, and couldn't help laughing wildly.He simply didn't believe that a young man in his twenties could reach a level that he had never reached in a hundred years of practice in just over 20 years of practice.

Now, YangMeng is firmly imprisoned by the black mist he released, which proves that his guess is not wrong, this little bastard of the Yang family is definitely bluffing, trying to bluff himself.

It's a good thing I wasn't bluffed by him, otherwise if I just left the mountain gate and ran away, the entire Wuliang Mountain and even all the sects in China would laugh at me.

Just when the old man was still complacent, a dragon chant suddenly sounded from in front of him.

"Yan~~~"

Ji Fantian suddenly turned his head and looked. Accompanied by the shocking sound of dragon chant, a giant dragon with antlers, snake body, eagle claws, fish scales, lion tail, and shrimp whiskers appeared with its head drawn by a blue paintbrush. On top of YangMeng's fist.

This giant dragon was as thick as a bucket, nearly ten meters long, with its bloody mouth wide open, it sniffed at the cloud of black mist that YangMeng's fist was resisting.

"call out!"

Like a dragon absorbing water, the black mist continuously flowed into the dragon's bloody mouth.

"boom!"

The black mist is like a mirror of certificates, when they become thinner and thinner, they shatter with a bang, and then the black mist that imprisoned YangMeng completely dissipates.

This is not finished!
After shattering all the black mist, the giant dragon, which was originally just a blue outline, seemed to be assimilated by the black mist. From the dragon head to the dragon tail, and even every dragon scale, it turned out to be The color of pitch black.

And this huge black dragon roared wildly and rushed towards Ji Fantian as YangMeng's fists pushed forward.

"Do not!!"

Ji Fantian's complexion changed instantly, and he turned around to run away.

It's a pity that his speed is fast, and the speed of the giant dragon is faster than him. When he just jumped up, the giant dragon has already bitten tightly behind him.

"Yan!!!"

The terrifying dragon chant sounded in the shape of a wave, resounding throughout the entire Cold Sword Mountain Range, and it continued to spread towards the surroundings.

……

The edge of the Cold Sword Mountain Range.

Yang Tianshui, a burly man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, led more than 20 young men in black suits with long swords, machetes, and giant axes on their backs, and continued to walk through the jungle.

Suddenly, Yang Tianshui stopped, moved his ears, frowned and listened.

Standing behind Yang Tianshui, a young man who looked a little like Yang Tianshui, who was only in his early twenties, looked curiously at Yang Tianshui's flickering ears, leaned closer, and said in Yang Tianshui's ear: "Father, what are you looking at?"

At this moment, Yang Tianshui concentrated half of the zhenqi in his body to his ears. Although the young man's voice was not loud, it still shook Yang Tianshui enough.

"Ge Laozi... No, you little bastard, didn't you see that I was probing? You deliberately leaned into my ear to talk, what's wrong with you?" Yang Tianshui gave the young man a shudder in annoyance. , Stretch out the little finger to keep digging and digging in the ear.

The young man touched the top of his head in grievance, and muttered: "Your ears are flickering like Zhu Bajie, who knows what you are doing? You still hit me, and I will tell my mother when I turn back, let my mother clean up you..."

"puff!"

Yang Tianshui almost choked to death with a mouthful of saliva, this kid who killed a thousand swords, am I my father, or is he my father?

The other nineteen youths, their faces flushed from holding back, obviously endured unbearably.

"That's enough, that's enough! You can laugh as much as you want, and you won't be afraid of endocrine disorders..." Yang Tianshui gave those young people a hard look, and said viciously.

"Hahaha……"

"No, I can't take it anymore!"

"Junior Brother Yang Han is still so funny, let me laugh first!"

The nineteen youths suddenly burst into laughter, and two guys even laughed exaggeratedly and lay down on the ground.

Yang Han stroked the back of his head and smiled, as if he didn't mind the laughter of the senior brothers.

"Yan~~~"

Just when Yang Tianshui was laughed so hard by all the disciples and nephews that he almost couldn't help scolding his father, a loud dragon chant came from the depths of the Hanjian Mountain Range.

"Gah?"

Everyone stopped laughing and stood there with exaggerated expressions.

The expression on Yang Tianshui's face changed suddenly, and he looked solemnly into the depths of the Hanjian Mountain Range.

Yang Han swallowed, and asked with some fear: "Father, what was that screaming just now?"

Yang Tianshui shook his head and did not speak.

"Could it be something that my cheap cousin did?" Yang Han's eyes lit up, and he said suddenly.

"Huh?" Yang Han's words reminded Yang Tianshui, isn't the Cold Sword Sect's mountain gate resident in the depths of the Cold Sword Mountain Range?
Thinking of this, Yang Tianshui's complexion changed drastically, and he shouted in surprise: "No, let's go! Xiao Meng has already fought with Han Jianzong!"

Before he finished speaking, Yang Tianshui flew out like a big bird.

Yang Han and the others were also shocked, and rushed out after Yang Tianshui.

……

At this moment, in front of the ruins of the Han Jianzong's deliberative hall.

YangMeng's fist slammed hard on Ji Fantian's chest. That huge black dragon opened its mouth wide, as if it wanted to swallow Ji Fantian whole.

Time, space, seem to stand still at this moment!

The ruins, the six high-ranking members of the Cold Sword Sect among the rubble of the wall, the ordinary disciples of the Cold Sword Sect who numbered more than two hundred, and Xiang Yu standing not far away...everything is gone!

Time passed by every minute and every second, and suddenly, Ji Fantian's eyes moved, and suddenly opened like a bull's eye, his mouth opened and closed, as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out. .

A trace of shallow cracks appeared on Ji Fantian's chest, and then these cracks spread rapidly, like a spider's web, covering his whole body in an instant.

These cracks didn't last long, when a gust of wind blew, Ji Fantian's entire body hit the ground immediately.

"Crackling~~~"

The crisp sound was like the sound of glass falling to the ground. Ji Fantian's body just fell to the ground, like a tile, it fell to pieces, and there was no longer a complete place.

The pillar of the Cold Sword Sect, the only master who was at the pinnacle of the pseudo-innate realm, died!

(End of this chapter)