Life in the world should be determined to forge ahead, and the life of a warrior is more about the state of mind. If these things have always occupied the heart, then how can they achieve the avenue?

Ye Lingyu's impetuous heart, which had always been impetus, finally calmed down at this moment.

Right and wrong, grievances and grievances, love and hatred, everything is flashy. When you leave everything behind, the world seems to become brighter.

The crowd poured into the ring, and Ye Lingyu and the three of them stood in the middle of the ring, like a reef wrapped in waves, the waves were surging, and they could be submerged at any time.

The blazing sun shone down overhead, illuminating the faces of the crowd. The purple in Ye Lingyu's eyes was deep and translucent, glowing with a strange purple glimmer in the sun.

He took a soft breath, lifted his steps, and stepped forward.

The waves of spiritual power spread like ripples from under his feet, and the long knife in his hand slashed through the air with black flames.

The blade fell, and flames burst forward, rushing into the crowd like a fiery dragon.

Most of the people didn't even have time to shout before they were engulfed in black flames.

Everywhere the fire dragon passed, only a five-person-wide corridor was left, and the charred corpses were all over the place. The flames had not completely dissipated, and a faint blood qi was rising.

There was a burst of horror in the crowd, but then it turned into screams. The horror is only short-lived, and more often than not, it is the battle intent hidden under the frightened expression. Once the fighting spirit is completely ignited, it will be the result of endless death.

Everyone, including Ye Lingyu, knew this truth, and exerted all their strength with their hands.

He can be a besieged Beastmaster, but definitely not an animal to be slaughtered on a sticky board.

He had used the Spirit Herb Pill to restore his injuries and spiritual power before, but the effect was limited after all. Although those pills were treasured by Meng Xue, without fully digesting the medicinal power, they only helped him recover three layers of spiritual power.

Although there is still a sea of spiritual power in the dantian, those spiritual powers do not belong to him, and he has no time to assimilate spiritual power while fighting.

The opponent is using the tactics of a sea of people, whether it is to fight for a long time or to break through, it must be supported by spiritual power.

Besides, the other party also has a Wei Zhong who is eyeing him.

Wei Zhong hadn't made a move yet, just watching the battle from the sidelines.

There are other people charging into battle, and for the time being, there is no need for him to go into battle in person.

Originally, for a Xuan-level martial artist, a few Yellow Rank was not worth talking about at all. But in the previous battle, he suffered losses one after another at the hands of Ye Lingyu. Saying goes. After eating a long and a wise man, he can be promoted to the Xuan Rank, relying on steady and steady progress. For a person who can hurt himself, no matter how low his cultivation is, it is enough for him to treat him seriously.

Wei Zhong stood on the edge of the ring, his hands behind his back. His demeanor was like standing on a high cliff looking at the sky in the distance, but what he was looking at now was a man covered in blood.

Ye Lingyu rushed forward and backward in the crowd. As the blade swung, blood splattered. He can break through the blockade of five or six people at a time, but after breaking through, he will be forced back by more people.

In the absence of Wei Zhong's move, his might can be said to be unmatched. But the hero can't stand the crowd, he is in the enemy formation, and bravery alone is not enough to get him out of trouble.

Wei Zhong's eyes stared at Ye Lingyu for a moment, and in the hands behind his back, spiritual power was secretly converging.

Meng Xue and Mo Fei followed Ye Lingyu not far away. Ye Lingyu charged, and they also rushed. Ye Lingyu was forced to retreat, and they reached out to help.

Among the three people, Meng Xue's cultivation was the highest, but the task of charging into battle was still handed over to Ye Lingyu. Although this man only has the cultivation of the seventh layer of the Yellow Order, his strength is not weaker than that of a martial artist at the peak of the Yellow Order.

Ye Lingyu broke through, and Mengxue was in charge of the palace. Mo Fei was sandwiched between the two of them, sneaking up on him once or twice from time to time.

The strength of the fourth layer of the Yellow Rank is nothing in the crowd. Mo Fei also knows how to do what he can, understands the essence of sneak attacks, and picks those who are weaker than himself. There is no false move, and it is one as soon as you make a shot.

At this point in the battle, the crowd gradually began to retreat, at first they chose to shoot under the huge interests and huge threats, but more and more people died, when the initial momentum slowly faded, the rest of the people gradually recognized the status quo.

A promise from the prince, although the temptation is great, he must also have his life to take it.

A snow girl at the peak of the Yellow Order, and a Ye Lingyu who was killed from the crowd, with a guy with the appearance of Gu Canghai, who acted obscenely and despicable, this battle really couldn't be fought.

Most of the people present were only at the fourth or even fifth level of the Yellow Order. What's more, there are only two or three floors. If you want to take these three down, you can't do it unless you use your life to pile them up. But who wants to risk their lives like that?

An Junfeng was only a nominal threat to them, but Ye Lingyu was the one who could bring them real death.

Everyone was caught between two threats, and they couldn't advance or retreat for a while.

"Hurry up, everyone give it to me! Whoever can't catch up dares to back down, I'll end him up now." An Junfeng roared in the crowd, as if with a sense of revenge in his anger.

He is on high, but whoever dares to disobey himself is worthy of death. When you are in Fengcheng, you can make this person prostrate under your feet, even if you change it to now, you can still do it. How can a lowly person with only two years of life turn over to his own head?

A person's destiny is predestined from the moment of birth. In the face of fate, all struggles are in vain. Once it was mud, it was mud forever. An Junfeng is confident that he will not be able to turn over for the rest of his life.

"Go, give it all to me. Rush up, grab the Snow Maiden, and slaughter the kid. An Junfeng's shouts echoed in the venue.

At his urging, the crowd began to feel uneasy. But with sticky blood under his feet and a mountain of corpses in front of him, no one wanted to step forward.

Tomorrow and tomorrow the sun will be shining, but in the eyes of everyone, it will be as terrifying as Senluo Hell.

The crowd hesitated, and a vacuum suddenly formed in front of Ye Lingyu and the others.

Just when everyone was hesitating, in a corner of the ring, there was a sudden strong fluctuation of spiritual power. A volley of spiritual power flew into the air, hitting a fifth-layer martial artist of the Yellow Order.

The spiritual power hit the martial artist's brain, and the whole head exploded. The headless corpse fell softly, and the red and white viscous was like rain pouring down the heads and faces of the people around them.

Everyone looked in the direction where the spiritual power was emanated, and found that the person who made the shot was actually Wei Zhong.

"The prince has an order, why do you dare to resist the order?" Wei Zhong held one hand behind his back, and the other hand pinched his chin's beard, "If anyone dares to fight again, I will give him a ride now." ”

Wei Zhong made a move, which undoubtedly added another fire to everyone's fear.

It was true that they were afraid of Ye Lingyu, and it was also true that they were afraid of Wei Zhong. To be honest, if it weren't for the presence of Wei Zhong, a Xuan-level martial artist. So many people may not listen to An Junfeng's arrangement.

If they had to choose one of Wei Zhong and Ye Lingyu, they would undoubtedly regard Ye Lingyu as an enemy.

Although Ye Lingyu is strong, it is only the end of the strong crossbow. But Wei Zhong is different, the cultivation of Xuan-level martial artists is placed there, which is an irresistible token.

With Wei Zhong's threat behind, no one dared to disobey, so they could only hold their weapons and lean towards Ye Lingyu step by step.

If there are regret pills sold in the world, they would rather not come to participate in this excitement, otherwise they will not get to the point where it is difficult to ride a tiger like now.

Mengxue and Mo Fei both had ugly faces, and the little luck that was rarely ignited was like a bubble, disappearing without a trace.

Ye Lingyu's expression did not change from beginning to end. Deep purple eyes, glowing with an eerie light. The corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, like a demon who had never had a full stomach, and opened his claws again.

The crowd slowly approached, and at this moment, a bare-faced man suddenly jumped out and slapped Ye Lingyu with a palm.

Ye Lingyu didn't think about it, he met it with a backhand punch, and a punch and a palm collided in the air, and the red-faced man took a few steps back, and on the other hand, Ye Lingyu was also shocked back several meters.

As soon as they fought, they immediately sensed the other party's cultivation, and this person was actually a master of the seventh layer of the Yellow Order.

Looking closely, in addition to the redness of this person's face, there are two huge scars crossed in the center of his eyebrows, and a mouthful of teeth protruding from his lips.

"This man is Ghostface. Murphy recognized it at first sight. This person is in the business of robbing houses on various transportation arteries, even in Aoxue City, everyone knows about it, and Mo Fei has heard of his deeds several times.

Colleague Huang Rank Seventh Layer, if it was in his heyday, Ye Lingyu's palm would be enough to destroy him. But now, the remaining spiritual power is less than the third layer in its heyday.

Ye Lingyu didn't panic because of this, and after standing still, he rushed forward. It doesn't matter if he is a Yellow Rank or a Xuan Rank, as long as he stands opposite him, he is an enemy.

The Ghost Face Cliff also shook its feet and went head-on. If you can get a promise from the prince, it is equivalent to sitting on a mountain of gold and silver, and you will no longer have to rely on robbery to make a living in the future.

The two sides fought hard several times, and each time the movement of the fight was like a sledgehammer beating a drum, and the aftermath of the impact shook the surrounding warriors to retreat.

Ghost Face Cliff raised his left hand, blocking Ye Lingyu's sight, and his right hand formed a fist and smashed it out from below.

Seeing that this fist was about to be implemented, Ye Lingyu raised his leg violently and blocked the opponent's fist with his knees. At the same time, with his hand as his palm, the palm burned with black flames, and slashed mercilessly towards the neck of the Ghost Face Cliff.

Ghost Face Cliff raised his elbow to block it, but unexpectedly, Ye Lingyu's palm wind was not hindered at all, and he cut his arm into two straight pieces, and then ran towards his neck. The palm of his hand was like a sharp blade, and in the frightened gaze of Ghostface Cliff, he cut off his head.

Blood rushed to the sky and turned into a rain of blood. , Ye Lingyu kicked his corpse out with a kick.

He had already witnessed too many deaths today, and even if there was a little more bright red, he didn't mind at all.

And just when his floating mind was about to settle down, he suddenly felt a huge fluctuation of spiritual power.

He turned his head, and in his gaze, it happened to reflect the scene of Wei Zhong rushing towards Mengxue.