"Shameless bastard. Murphy wanted to drink. But Mo Xiaoyu covered his mouth from behind.

Mo Xiaoyu is not as tall as Mo Fei, and he still needs to pad his toes to cover his mouth.

In fact, Mo Fei also knows in his heart that not showing up at this time is the best choice. He turned around, picked up Mo Xiaoyu, and threw it to one of the strongest guards.

"There will definitely be chaos here later, you take the young lady back. ”

"What about you, brother?"

"Dare to be angry but don't dare to speak, that's not in line with Lao Tzu's style. I've always done whatever comes to mind. Mo Fei smiled at her, "After you go back, tell Daddy and them to get ready, Aoxue City will definitely not be peaceful recently." ”

Mo Xiaoyu wanted to say something more, but was stopped by Mo Fei's look.

Mo Xiaoyu has been with Mo Fei for so long, he naturally knows Mo Fei's temperament, and even if he is persuaded at this time, it will not work.

"I don't care what you want to do, but you'd better not reveal your identity. Mo Xiaoyu muttered, although she was not very old, she was not like him, a nervous big brother, in thinking.

Mo Fei nodded slightly, giving the guards a look, and a group of guards escorted Mo Xiaoyu out of the crowd quickly.

In the ring, seven people confronted each other from afar. Ye Lingyu and Meng Xue were on one side, while An Junfeng and the four guards were on the other side.

Whether in terms of numbers or strength, the gap between the two sides is obvious.

The crowd under the ring was no longer stable, knowing that the situation had changed, some people hurried out of the venue, while more people stayed aside with the mood of watching the excitement.

But no one wants to stay in this troubled water. Everyone knows that An Junfeng is at fault for this matter, but so what, it is the prince after all. Offending An Junfeng is equivalent to offending the entire Heavenly Saint Empire, who can afford it among those present.

"Snow Maiden, you also know that my target is mainly the thief next to you. Don't resist for a while, I promise I won't hurt you. You're naturally beautiful, and if you hurt your face, it's not good. An Junfeng said, with a strange smile on his face.

Faced with An Junfeng's proposal, Mengxue kept her mouth shut. It's just that the look of disgust on his face has worsened a little, and the Flying Snow Sword in his hand shook diagonally, making a clanging sound.

Ye Lingyu was half a meter away next to Meng Xue.

"I really didn't think that one day I would fight side by side with the people who chased and killed me, it's really impermanent. As he spoke, the black fire in his hand burned.

The battle was about to break out, and the atmosphere was like a taut string. The wind blew, and the neighing of the blades in each other's hands could be heard.

For Ye Lingyu and Meng Xue, although there is a huge gap in strength between the two sides, this is also a battle that must be fought.

An Junfeng has a Xuan-rank martial artist on his side, if he wants to escape, he will inevitably mess up his position, and no one can guarantee that he can escape from the hands of a Xuan-level martial artist.

"The four people outside the Xuan Rank, can you drag them down?" Meng Xue's cold voice came into Ye Lingyu's ears.

"What's the use of holding it off? ”

Meng Xue Dai's eyebrows frowned slightly, and she shook her head gently.

With Xuanjie as her opponent, she was not sure at all.

"In that case, I will be responsible for dragging that Xuan Rank, and you will take the opportunity to capture An Junfeng.

"It's up to you, Xuan-rank martial artists are not as simple as you think. Meng Xue glanced at him. The cultivation of the seventh layer of the Yellow Order, if you want to hold back the Xuan Rank, it is simply a fantasy. Even if he could fight against the ninth layer of the Yellow Order with the strength of the seventh layer of the Yellow Order, it did not mean that he would be able to survive in front of the Xuan-level martial artists.

However, after Meng Xue questioned, she nodded silently. If you want to win in this kind of battle with a huge disparity in strength, capturing An Junfeng is the only option. Being able to capture people in the hands of the other three guards at the peak of the Yellow Order, only she could do it.

The nerves on both sides are tense to the extreme, and any disturbance could be a signal for war.

"Miss Snow Girl, have you thought about it?" An Junfeng asked. His previous image of being embarrassed in battle is gone, and he has regained his personable appearance.

Just as he was asking, Ye Lingyu shouted in a low voice: "Do it." ”

When the words fell, the two had already rushed out. A black flame in Ye Lingyu's hand was thrown at the Xuan-rank martial artist, while the Flying Snow Sword in Meng Xue's hand was directed at An Junfeng.

"Wei Zhong, that kid caught me alive. An Junfeng saw the purpose of the two at a glance. That kid actually didn't know how to go towards the Xuanjie martial artist, since this was the case, he captured him alive, and then Ling Chi was executed, so that he knew the fate of offending himself.

"Yes. Wei Zhong replied. With a slight wave of his palm, the flying black flame disintegrated in the air.

On the other side, Meng Xue was stopped by three guards of the same level.

In the case that everyone's strength is similar, with one against three, at first glance, Meng Xue has no chance of winning. But after a few moves, Meng Xue unexpectedly suppressed the three of them.

Although everyone is at the peak of the Yellow Order, the strength of a martial artist cannot be completely assessed by the strength of his own spiritual power. Each person's cultivation techniques are different, and the weapons they use are different, which will cause a gap in combat power.

The Flying Snow Sword in Mengxue's hand is a spiritual weapon of no low grade. With the assistance of the Flying Snow Sword, Mengxue's strength can be increased by three or four percent.

The sword flowers flew, and each sword stabbed out brought out a piece of ice. The cold aura was raging, and the others would be hindered from even exercising their spiritual power. Even if the three of them joined forces, they were defeated by Mengxue.

After An Junfeng used a powerful move like the nine-headed python, his spiritual power was greatly consumed, and he could only hide behind the crowd at the moment.

One side of the ring was icy and snowy, while the other side was burning with black fire.

The seventh layer of the Yellow Order dragged the Xuan-rank martial artist, which was simply a life-saving job.

Ye Lingyu carried black flames in every move and style to increase his power, but until this moment, he didn't even touch the corners of the other party's clothes.

Mixed with the spiritual power of the black flame, Wei Zhong just waved his sleeves lightly and scattered the moves. Immediately pointed forward, a volley of energy struck, and a cloud of blood mist suddenly exploded on Ye Lingyu's shoulder, and under the blood mist was a hole in the crossing.

Even if it is a cultivated body, it is still vulnerable in front of a Xuan-level martial artist.

"The prince wants to catch you alive, I won't kill you, you just obediently tie up your hands and arrest it, don't waste my time. Wei Zhong stood in the air and looked down at Ye Lingyu.

When the strength reaches the realm of the Xuan Rank, he is already able to step into the air. Wei Zhong was fluttering in the air, and his expression was indifferent.

Ye Lingyu pressed his shoulder with one hand, blood flowed between his fingers, and a hideous smile appeared on his face.

"If I had known what it meant to be captured, I would have died in Fengcheng instead of dying. His voice was low and terrifying, like some kind of beast roaring, and the corners of his eyes became sharper than a blade.

The black fire flowed in his hand, the flames burned the wound, and there was a "crackling" sound, but Ye Lingyu didn't blink his eyes. The surface of the wound gradually blackened, and the bleeding that had been unstoppable finally stopped.

"It's a bit bold. Wei Zhong stretched out his hand and pinched his beard, "You are just young and frivolous, but you don't know the size of this world. Intending to hurt the prince, and trying to snatch things from the prince's hands, don't you know how to write the word dead?"

"What nonsense, if you want to fight, you will fight. Ye Lingyu stood up, his palm shook, and a long knife appeared in his hand.

He was covered in blood, his robes whirring in the wind.

If he wanted to hold back the Xuan-rank martial artist, he had to use all his strength. In addition, there must be the consciousness of dying.

Ye Lingyu took a few steps with his knife and rushed to the ground, kicking the ground in one step, and jumping high. There was a black fire flowing above the long knife, and it slashed towards Wei Zhong.

Wei Zhong pinched his beard with one hand, grabbed it forward with the other, and grabbed the long knife in his hand with his bare hands. At the same time that the long knife was caught, the black flame on the blade was also extinguished immediately.

Ye Lingyu was in the air, using his long knife to use his strength, twisting his body and smashing his fist into Wei Zhong's face.

"Okay, the scar forgot the pain. Wei Zhong snorted coldly and slapped it lightly towards Ye Lingyu's chest.

The shot seems to be light and light, like a dead leaf falling. But when the palm of his hand was imprinted on Ye Lingyu's chest, Ye Lingyu's chest was completely concave downward.

The fist swung towards Wei Zhong lost its strength before it hit the target, and Ye Lingyu spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell weakly from the air.

Several exclamations rang out from the crowd of onlookers. This is the strength of a Xuan-level martial artist, even Ye Lingyu, who has passed the level, does not have the slightest power to resist in front of him.

Ye Lingyu fell back into the ring from the air, landed on his back, and smashed several finger-wide cracks on the ice. The long knife also made a soft sound and landed next to him.

Wei Zhong was ordered by An Junfeng to capture Ye Lingyu alive, so he didn't do his best to make a move. Otherwise, this palm alone would be enough to take Ye Lingyu's life.

Defeated, the crowd around them all thought so. The gap between the two is too big, and this is simply an insurmountable gap.

However, this thought did not last long, when a piercing explosion suddenly came from the air.

Looking up, I saw that next to Wei Zhong's head, a large area of black flames erupted, and the raging fire covered the sky and the sun, and immediately swallowed Wei Zhong inside.

The fire in the sky was blazing, like a huge flower blooming in the sky, and the scorching aura swept through the audience, even knocking out several warriors who were close to the ring.

The flames shook violently in the air, and the fierce wind pressure emanated from the flames. Each wind pressure was an indestructible blade, and the fire was torn apart like silk. More wind blades spread in a hurry, and that ball of fire, which only lasted for a moment, turned into countless sparks, scattered in all directions.

In the center of the flames, Wei Zhong's figure was gradually revealed. Even if he was swallowed by the flames, a Xuan-rank martial artist was still a Xuan-level martial artist after all, and it was impossible for him to be killed so easily.

"Boy, you're looking for death. Wei Zhong's roar came from above the sky.

When he repelled Ye Lingyu before, this guy actually took advantage of the gap in his injury to quietly place an extremely compressed flame next to Wei Zhong. The flames condensed but did not disperse, and it was not until Ye Lingyu fell to the ground that the flames exploded.

The defenseless Wei Zhong was blown up.

At this time, half of his clothes had been burned black. Half of his face and half of his hair were completely burned.

At this moment, Wei Zhong looked like half of his body was drenched in blood, and his ruined face was extremely terrifying.

For such a serious burn, if there is no high-quality healing pill. I'm afraid he will live in this way for the rest of his life.

Ye Lingyu sat up slowly, also with a wry smile on his face. In the move just now, what was used as a flame primer was a black candle flame. How ironic it is that his most powerful move, which hits the opponent in the form of a sneak attack, but fails to kill the opponent.

Just now, he used up almost half of his spiritual power. And although the other party looks miserable, he actually doesn't suffer much internal injury. Not to mention that he can still exert seventy percent of his strength, seventy percent of his strength, it is more than enough to destroy him.

Ye Lingyu supported the ground with a long knife and slowly stood up. Now, the remaining spiritual power in his body can use the black candle flame at most once. But in the face of such a strong enemy, is one black candle flame really enough?

Ye Lingyu shook his head vigorously, leaving all those cumbersome and complicated thoughts behind. Whether it is enough or not, now he can only fight.

This time, Wei Zhong took the initiative to attack, he swooped down from the sky, stretched out his index finger and middle finger, and the spiritual power of the wind attribute gathered on it, forming a thin film visible to the naked eye.

The film stretched forward, and in an instant, it turned into a sharp knife. The sharp knife cut through the air, and the momentum that spread out even cut his own cuffs to pieces.

A sense of crisis arises spontaneously. Ye Lingyu stepped hard. The body exploded quickly.

In terms of speed, Ye Lingyu is far from being able to compare with the other party. In just two breaths, he was caught up by Wei Zhong.

Wei Zhong turned his finger into a knife and stabbed one after another. Every breath of time can be shot dozens of times, and every time he makes a shot, he will hit Ye Lingyu's body.

When he stopped, Ye Lingyu's body slowly emitted a strong smell of blood. Then immediately after, the black robe on Ye Lingyu's body cracked inch by inch, and the dense mouth crawled all over his body like ants, and his clothes turned blood-red in the blink of an eye.