The spiritual power in Mr. Wei's palm was gathered, visible to the naked eye, forming a huge palm in front of him.

The palm of the hand is formed by the gathering of spiritual power, which is enough to be the height of a person, and when a palm is struck, the wind and clouds all over the field change. The air shook, the ground shattered, and cracks visible to the naked eye spread out like cobwebs in the ice-cast ring.

Ye Lingyu knew that the target in his stomach was himself, and he also knew that Wei Zhong had been staring at him from the very beginning. But he never thought that Wei Xue would actually make a move on Meng Xue.

In one palm, it is like the power of moving mountains and reclamation. Meng Xue looked at the palm prints pushed towards her, and her face turned pale.

Even if he has the cultivation of the peak of the Yellow Order, he still looks weak under this move. If this palm is hit, even Meng Xue will be seriously injured.

Wei Zhong's divine sense had locked on Meng Xue, which was tantamount to cutting off her thoughts of escaping.

Meng Xue did not hesitate to put the Flying Snow Sword in front of her chest. Since you can't hide from it, you can only carry it. may not be able to bear it, but she is not sure at all.

However, just as she was about to meet the onslaught, a figure rushed straight at her. The speed is extremely fast, leaving only a black shadow as it moves.

Even if she couldn't see her face clearly because she was too fast, Mengxue knew who it was.

"Stop. Mengxue snorted.

Wei Zhong's target has always been Ye Lingyu, and everyone knows this. He is now attacking Mengxue, isn't it just to lure Ye Lingyu to the bait?

Could it be that Ye Lingyu didn't notice it?

"You did. Wei Zhong squinted at Ye Lingyu who rushed next to him, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

In the melee, it can be seen that Ye Lingyu has always cared about the other two. He was at the forefront all the time. And keep the other two behind him.

Wei Zhong was sure that if he shot at the other two, Ye Lingyu would definitely take the bait.

That's what he thought, and that's exactly what he thought.

Wei Zhong's gesture changed, and the handprint that was originally pushing towards Meng Xue turned to Ye Lingyu.

Ye Lingyu was in a hurry to meet the enemy, while Wei Zhong had been planning for a long time.

A Xuan-rank martial artist played tricks on a yellow-rank martial artist, and this matter was a bit embarrassing to say, but Wei Zhong didn't care.

He has always been cautious, and he must suppress all kinds of threats to a minimum. Defeating opponents with absolute certainty of victory is his usual style.

The huge palm print hit Ye Lingyu without any deviation.

"Boom", a deafening explosion sounded. With a violent wave of qi, it spread out like ripples. Most of the warriors were swept away under the impact of the qi wave

The moves of a Xuan-rank martial artist are a yellow-level martial artist in the middle. But everyone who saw it felt a chill rise in their hearts.

"Don't. Mengxue's heart-rending shouts were drowned out by the sound of explosions.

Why is this happening?

Meng Xue knew that he was not a stupid person, and he would definitely be able to see that this was Wei Zhong's conspiracy. But knowing this, why rush up?

In the air waves, Ye Lingyu's figure loomed. The figure was like a candle in the wind, swaying, and could fall at any moment.

Wei Zhong, on the other hand, jumped into the air.

With a cautious personality, he will never allow the slightest chance of life to the enemy.

Since the first palm failed to bear him, the second palm was used.

He fell rapidly in the air, his hands sealed, and the wind whistled down.

Before the wave of qi dissipated, Wei Zhong had already torn apart the smoke and dust. The second palm pressed towards Ye Lingyu's chest from top to bottom.

"Stop. Mengxue's voice was hoarse. wanted to rush forward to block it, but was pulled by Mo Fei.

Even if Meng Xue stepped forward, it would be impossible to stop Wei Zhong. Not only can't you stop it, but you will put yourself on it.

But so what? Ye Lingyu slapped himself in the face. Even if she let herself repay it with her life, Mengxue will not hesitate.

From the beginning of recruiting relatives, from An Junfeng's malice, to being under siege, to the chaotic battle of the heroes, Ye Lingyu helped her block it more than once. For such a person, if you want Mengxue to watch him die, Mengxue can't do it.

Although she wanted to step forward, Murphy pulled her to death.

Mo Fei's faint voice came into her ears: "People who believe in him and die soon know how to live better than those who are cautious." ”

Wei Zhong's palm pressed towards Ye Lingyu's chest, but Ye Lingyu grabbed his wrist at the same time.

"Dying throes. Wei Zhong's face showed a hint of hideousness.

Do you think you can stop it in this way? Ye Lingyu is clearly at the end of his crossbow. After winning the first game, he almost didn't even have the strength to catch people.

Wei Zhong's palm was not hindered in the slightest, and it was imprinted on Ye Lingyu's chest without reservation.

Ye Lingyu's whole person sank under the ground, and the ice casting ring completely collapsed at this moment. The snow dust and ice shattered the sky, turning everything around them white.

The dust was everywhere, the wind swept into the clouds, and the concussive spiritual power spread out and hit the crowd. There were even a few low-strength martial artists in the crowd, who were shocked on the spot and spat blood.

This is the full force of the Xuan-rank martial artist's blow. The aftermath alone is like this, but what about the person who is in the middle of the attack?

Mo Fei and Meng Xue stared blankly at the center of the smoke and dust.

After a long time, the dust fell, and the person in the middle was finally revealed.

In the ruins, Ye Lingyu was lying in a deep pit. One hand gripped Wei Zhong's wrist tightly.

And Wei Zhong's palm knocked his entire chest into a dent. Obviously, Ye Lingyu couldn't stop it, and he couldn't dodge the force of this palm.

Wei Zhong condescendingly looked down at Ye Lingyu, looking down at the man who was already blind.

"Provoke the Xuan-rank martial artists, this is your fate! Whoever has offended me is the end of this. ”

He couldn't help but want to laugh, the corners of his mouth curled up exaggeratedly. Then there was a soft laugh, then a big laugh, and then a wild laugh in the sky, and the laughter was endless.

Ye Lingyu's fingers moved slightly.

With a light tearing sound, Wei Zhong's laughter came to an abrupt end. He slowly lowered his head, and saw a long knife against his chest in front of his heart, and the tip of the knife was peeking through his back.

Ye Lingyu was also laughing, but it was silent. Every time he made a laughing expression, a stream of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, but this did not affect the strength of his long knife. One hand grasps the wrist in the stomach, the other hand holds the hilt of the sword, and both hands are held to the ground, as if the evil spirit is going to drag the enemy to hell with him.

The deathly silence of the audience, for these yellow-rank martial artists, what a high-ranking existence a Xuan-rank martial artist is. But at this time, on the tip of the knife, Wei Zhong struggled lightly a few times, and he was no longer motionless.

He's dead. Wei Zhong, a Xuan-rank martial artist, was killed by a yellow-rank martial artist in full view of everyone.

Among the shocked crowds, Meng Xue was the first to react. She ran to Ye Lingyu, put aside Wei Zhong's body, and picked Ye Lingyu up.

The soft delicate body trembled slightly, and gently pressed his fingers against Ye Lingyu's pulse, and a soft spiritual power poured into Ye Lingyu's body.

The spiritual power wandered, inspecting and repairing Ye Lingyu's body.

But the more she checked, the more ugly Mengxue's face became.

This body is like a sponge that has been squeezed dry, and the remaining spiritual power has almost reached the point of imperceptibility. On top of that, the injuries are even more shocking. The ribs were almost completely broken, and the internal organs were also badly damaged. He is no longer full of holes that can be described, and it is not surprising when he will die from this injury.

However, what made Meng Xue a little relieved was that Ye Lingyu's meridians were not damaged much.

The meridians are the foundation of a warrior. For a martial artist, if the meridians are seriously damaged, he may become a wasted cultivator and become an ordinary person who cannot cultivate.

This is also what makes Mengxue feel a little strange, the physical body is damaged like that, but the meridians are almost intact. It was as if when he was hit by Wei Zhong's full force, something was protecting his meridians?

Whatever protects the meridians doesn't matter for the time being, you have to stabilize his injuries first.

Meng Xue looked sad at first, but as if she thought of something, her brows suddenly relaxed. Hurriedly took out the leaf of spirit grass from her Qiankun ring, which was given to her by Ye Lingyu before, and she had not taken it.

Meng Xue forcefully broke Ye Lingyu's mouth open and stuffed the spirit grass into it.

After a while, Ye Lingyu's pale face gradually became ruddy.

He braced himself on the ground with his knife and tried to get up.

Meng Xue was taken aback by his actions, he was in this state, it was already a miracle to be alive, and he actually wanted to stand up.

Mengxue hurriedly stepped forward to help him, but was held by him with one hand

Ye Lingyu pulled Mengxue's arm, leaving bloody handprints on her plain white clothes.

"Even if I fight for my life, I will take you out. Ye Lingyu said lightly.

Meng Xue's heart slammed suddenly, and an inexplicable feeling came to her heart, and her face was faintly hot.

Ye Lingyu stood at the forefront, supporting the ground with a knife, standing upright. It looked like a sharp knife stuck in the ground.

He looked around the room, but no one dared to look at him.

No one dared to step forward, no one dared to speak, no one even dared to take a breath.

"I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of?" Ye Lingyu's roar echoed in the crowd, word by word, word by word, word by word, word by word, "If you want to fight, I will fight." If you are a group of heroes, draw your sword. ”

Ye Lingyu's voice echoed around for a long time. But there was no one around.

"What are you doing? Why don't you kill him?" In the crowd, there was only An Junfeng's voice.

He yelled like mad, ran, and yelled, but no one paid any attention to him.

At this time, a person dressed in green clothes walked out of the crowd, and this person also had the strength of the seventh layer of the Yellow Order.

Meng Xue thought he was going to make a move, and the hand holding the Feixue Sword turned slightly white.

But to his surprise, the man threw his sword to the ground. Then he bowed and stepped aside.

Among the warriors, there has always been only a gift of bowing hands. Bowing, this is the greatest etiquette. It represents both respect and admiration, which is the highest respect for the strong.

"What are you doing? Why don't you pick up your weapon and kill this person for me. An Junfeng still refuses to give up.

But it was accompanied by the sound of countless weapons being thrown on the ground.

The crowd moved out of the way, and in the dense crowd, an unhindered avenue appeared.

Everyone knows that from today onwards, a certain name will be passed on by word of mouth.

At the intersection of many eyes, Ye Lingyu, Meng Xue and Mo Fei supported each other and slowly left.