Such an injury is no longer serious or not to be described. Instead of worrying about how badly Ye Lingyu was injured, it was better to worry about whether he would die like this.

Wei Zhong left hundreds of wounds on his body, and the wounds were deep and visible to the bones, even if the skin was opened, it was not enough to describe it.

Wei Zhong stopped attacking, and Ye Lingyu stopped retreating. The two stood facing each other, one step apart.

The blood gathered at Ye Lingyu's feet, and soon gathered into a shallow pool.

"If it weren't for the prince's order to keep you alive, I'd have killed you right now. Wei Zhong's voice was full of resentment.

He was indeed furious, because he had been hurt by this kid's move before. A Xuan-level martial artist was injured by seventy percent of the martial artists of the Yellow Rank, which not only lost face, but also hurt his self-esteem.

"That's it, let's spare your dog's life first, and then I'll take down that woman, and then come back and concoct you well. ”

After that, he didn't look at Ye Lingyu, turned his head and walked towards another battlefield.

In his opinion, if the injury is like this, no matter who it is, it is impossible to fight anymore, let alone fight, I am afraid that he will not be able to move.

An Junfeng saw that the situation here had been decided, and he was immediately overjoyed.

When Wei Zhong was attacked by a sneak attack just now, he still sweated, but fortunately, it didn't hurt. As long as Wei Zhong makes a move, the Snow Girl is not ready to be caught. As soon as he thought of the Snow Girl's icy and jade appearance, he couldn't help but be excited.

Many people in the audience sighed for it, and the defeat of Ye Lingyu's side means that the overall situation has been decided. With the Snow Maiden, it is naturally impossible to defeat so many people, and with the presence of Xuan-level masters, it is impossible to escape even if you want to.

It was really too difficult to let a seventh-layer martial artist of the Yellow Rank contain the Xuan Rank.

Meng Xue's face became more and more cold, although Ye Lingyu's defeat was a matter of time, but how could he have thought that it would be so fast.

But think about it, how could the seventh layer of the Yellow Rank drag down the Xuan Rank.

I really don't know what I think, at first I actually believed him, and pinned my hopes on a man who was weaker than myself.

If it were someone else, I would never have any expectations. But for this thief who took his Qiankun Ring, it was probably because he almost injured himself that night with the cultivation of the third layer of the Yellow Order, which made him misjudge.

Today may really be in the midst of a catastrophe.

Master, where are you?" Meng Xue thought to herself.

At this time, on a towering tree by the Marriage Lake, an old man was hiding among the dense leaves. The old man had black hair and a white beard, and the slightest wrinkle was clearly visible on his forehead. Although his face looks old, his eyes are not cloudy. The sharp gaze, through the gap between the leaves, looked at the ring in the distance.

"Stinky boy, this won't work, it's really useless. Forget it, if you're dead, you're dead. Although there is a bit of blood, it is not worthy of my daughter. The old man muttered to himself.

He looked to the other side, and Wei Zhong was gradually approaching Mengxue. The old man knew that it was almost time to make a move, and was about to leave, when suddenly his eyes lit up.

In the ring, Ye Lingyu grabbed Wei Zhong's collar with one hand.

There was also blood dripping from between the fingers, falling to the ground with a ticking sound.

Up and down the ring, there was a deathly silence. Even Meng Xue stopped her movements and looked at the crumbling bloody man.

Wei Zhong slowly turned his head, the anger on his face replaced by surprise.

He can still move, how is this possible! He is just a yellow-rank martial artist, how can he still have the ability to move after being so seriously injured? This is simply a living hell.

But even if you are a ghost, you must not be arrogant in front of yourself.

Wei Zhong forcibly turned around, broke free of Ye Lingyu's hand, raised his fingers, and slashed in the air. His fingers were wrapped in the spiritual power of the wind system, sharp as a knife, and it was not a problem to cut through steel.

He didn't retain his strength this time, probably because he was frightened by Ye Lingyu's strong vitality. Afraid that if he was light, he could still stand up.

Wei Zhong's fingers slashed from Ye Lingyu's left shoulder to his right waist. A long cut was made on the top of the clothes, and the flesh could be seen cracking under the clothes, but there was not much blood coming out, probably because the blood was about to run dry.

Ye Lingyu faced the attack, did not dodge or dodge, and ate the blow completely.

Wei Zhong originally thought that under this blow, Ye Lingyu should fall. But when he came back to his senses, he found that Ye Lingyu was still standing.

Ye Lingyu's hand was on Wei Zhong's abdomen.

For Ye Lingyu, this was the first time he touched the other party with his own hands. A scorching heat burrowed into Wei Zhong's body from where his hand was attached.

Black Candle Flame!

It was the last trick he could use.

No longer explodes externally, as the first time, but burns from the inside.

Wei Zhong was stunned for a moment, and then let out a heart-rending howl. At the location of his abdomen, a mass of pitch black visible to the naked eye was gradually spreading.

A dignified martial artist of the Xuan rank actually fell for the trick of a yellow-rank boy.

Wei Zhong fell to the ground and rolled over, the clothes on his upper body began to burn from his abdomen, and he was burned in the blink of an eye. The skin under the clothes was also red, and a trace of white gas came out of the skin, and at the same time, scarlet cuts broke out on the skin.

Wei Zhong wailed a few times, and quickly sat up cross-legged. Hands stamped. The breath of the Xuan Rank poured into the body without reservation, suppressing the scorching heat.

After all, the Xuan Rank is still the Xuan Rank, even if he is hit, he has not lost his square inch. Although the power of the black candle flame is huge, it is not impossible to suppress, it just takes some time.

Did he win? Mengxue also suffered some gains and losses. A moment ago, he was on the verge of despair, but in the blink of an eye, the situation was reversed.

"No, it can't be. "The hardest hit should be An Junfeng. The duck to the beak just watched it fly away.

"Come on, all of you give it to me! take them down for me, you bunch of shit. He roared.

The other three guards, you look at me, I look at you, their faces are a little unbearable.

The three of them joined forces, and they barely managed to fight with Meng Xue on par. Let them take down the enemy in a short time, which is clearly not possible.

If they don't attack, it doesn't mean that Mengxue won't attack.

The opponent's highest combat power was kicked out of the battle, which was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

The ice sword in one hand became more and more ferocious, and the moves were all towards the vital point. One move after another, each move reflects each other, like a continuous wave.

The power of the Flying Snow Sword is naturally good, but Mengxue's swordsmanship is even more subtle.

She walked nimblely, her sword like an arm. The agile body shuttles through the battlefield, like an elf dancing in the snow.

On one side, the momentum is high, and on the other hand, the momentum is low, and the gap between the two sides is quickly reflected. The three people who could have been able to parry finally showed fatigue at this moment.

The alliance of the three was broken, and Mengxue chased after one person and attacked.

Under the onslaught, the man was finally defeated, and an arm was cut off by Mengxue.

The man was also a master of the sword, and after losing his arm, he was no longer able to parry, and several bloody holes were suddenly poked out of his body. Then he threw his head back and fell down, and he could no longer move.

One was lost, and the remaining two could no longer resist.

Meng Xue's sword moves were repeated, and the long sword swung out a stream of ice, separating the two. Then he chased after one of them, and when the opponent missed, he slashed his neck.

When Meng Xue was about to solve the last opponent in one go, she saw this person heading straight for Ye Lingyu.

It turned out that when he saw that the situation was not good, he wanted to attack Ye Lingyu, and the persimmon had to be soft and pinched.

Ye Lingyu is now covered in injuries, and he and Xuan-rank martial artists exchange injuries for injuries, and the severity of this injury can be imagined. How can he still face a master at the peak of the Yellow Order now?

Meng Xue didn't think about it, and chased after her sword. However, the other party acted first, and it was difficult to catch up even if Mengxue had the heart.

She only hoped that Ye Lingyu would be able to dodge the other party's first attack so that she would have time to make amends.

Although this thief once took his own Qiankun ring, he also saved himself indirectly. If it weren't for him, I can't imagine what kind of fate I would have ended up with today.

You must stay out of the way, she prayed in her heart.

Ye Lingyu stood in place, motionless, just quietly feeling the approaching murderous aura.

"Get out of the way. Mengxue shouted anxiously.

Ye Lingyu turned slightly and faced the oncoming enemy. Step on the ground with the sole of your foot, and put your foot on the hilt of the long knife. The long knife spun and fluttered, then fell steadily into his hands.

Instead, he held the knife in both hands and stepped forward. The knife moves with you, slashing from top to bottom. The blade was dotted with black flames, drawing a bleak arc in the air.

The oncoming warriors were too late to receive. I could only stubbornly raise my knife to block it, but even so, I still saw the opponent's long knife fall without hindrance.

After an instant, the long knife in the guard's hand broke through the middle, and the clothes parted little by little, and then the whole person slowly split in half from the middle. Blood splattered and fell all over the ground.

The martial artist at the peak of the Yellow Rank was actually killed with a single sword.

There was silence in the room, except for the gasping voices.

Meng Xue ran to Ye Lingyu at this time, looking at everything around her in disbelief.

Shouldn't this man have been seriously injured before?

Meng Xue looked at Ye Lingyu carefully and found that Ye Lingyu was in extremely poor condition at the moment.

There were countless small wounds on his body, and the most horrific one was from his left shoulder to his right waist. With such an injury, an ordinary person may have died.

"Are you alright?" Meng Xue asked. But after asking, I regretted it. This question is really redundant, and this state doesn't look like it's okay.

She stepped forward, ignoring Ye Lingyu's bloodstained body, and reached out to support him. However, Ye Lingyu suddenly beckoned and threw two things at her.

Meng Xue stretched out her hand to catch it, looked at it, and found that it was a jade bottle and a leaf of spirit grass.

The spirit grass doesn't know what it is, it is light ink, and you can feel the majestic vitality in it when you touch it.

In addition, how familiar this jade bottle looks.

"It's my stuff. She looked at the jade bottle, and then at Ye Lingyu.

This is clearly the pill she has been putting in the Qiankun Ring, and these pills and the Qiankun Ring have been taken away by this thief.

Of course, she knew very well what kind of elixir this bottle was, it was an elixir to restore spiritual power.