When Wu Xiliang was injured, Bai Weitian, who was standing behind, quietly flashed a flash of joy in his eyes, but he quickly lowered his head and did not let others notice.

Seeing several blue lights slashing towards him again, Wu Xiliang grabbed a man next to him with his intact arm and threw it directly at the oncoming blue lights.

"Ahh The man with the towering belly let out a painful roar, and the blue light pierced his body directly, and blood gushed out from the blood holes, and even the intestines flowed out of the big holes.

The man turned around and looked at Wu Xiliang incredulously, his eyes became vicious in the blink of an eye, "You can't... Good death! ”

After the man said this, he fell directly to the ground with a pop, the blood hole in his chest pierced through his heart, although he was an evolutionary, but the blue flames that were constantly burning at his wounds gave him no chance to repair his body, lying on the ground and convulsing all over his body, and died of blood.

Bai Weitian hurriedly took a few steps back, huddled with the ordinary survivors who had caught up behind. The death of the pot-bellied man just now has already sounded the alarm bell for him, and maybe he will be the next unlucky one.

Wu Xiliang's actions frightened away not only Bai Weitian, but also many ordinary survivors who were originally around him and planned to enter a state of sycophancy at any time, if they had to pay for their lives, this was not within their acceptable range.

After Wu Xiliang found that he couldn't extinguish the flames on that arm, he also decisively used the wind blade to directly cut off the arm that had lost its combat effectiveness, and the moment the arm left his body, blood gushed out like a fountain, and even a lot of splashed onto the bodies of the onlookers and survivors behind.

"Have the guts," Leng Yan still admires this kind of person who can quickly cut off his arm, although the recovery speed of the ability is different from ordinary people, but it may be a little difficult to grow a complete arm, but it is not impossible.

The heart-wrenching pain made Wu Xiliang's entire face distort, and the arm that fell to the ground was still dancing with blue flames, and the smell of burnt paste spread in the air.

Some viscous blood dripped down the fractured surface of the wound, and soon formed a small pool of blood at the man's feet.

"Damn, you have to pay for this," Wu Xiliang gritted his teeth in pain, a large amount of bleeding made his eyes a little black, he had never been so seriously injured, the reason why he was able to cut off his arm so decisively was naturally possible to grow it again.

Wu Xiliang's breath stagnated, and in the blink of an eye, Wu Xiliang's body had turned into a black shadow, smashing towards Leng Yan's chest, and a huge wind blade was condensed in his hand, and he rushed out extremely violently, as long as he could hit this time, Leng Yan would definitely be ground into meat sauce by him.

But even this inevitable blow was easily blocked by a huge blue wall of fire.

Wu Xiliang's castration was unabated, and his body rushed directly into the blue wall of fire, he did not stop at this time, but tried his best to still smash his fist into Leng Yan's chest without relenting.

He didn't care how much these blue flames would hurt him, but he only knew one thing, he had to subdue the man in front of him, then cut off his limbs, and then let him watch himself play with the woman in front of his eyes, or there was a more torturous way, and he could do the same to the man in the future.

But he obviously overestimated his strength, the blue wall of fire did change shape because of his entry, and began to bulge out a large piece towards Leng Yan's location, but his fist could not pass through the wall of fire, and completely stopped at a distance of half a meter from Leng Yan's chest.

The wind blade in his hand was still spinning, but there was still no way to cut through the wall of fire that made it difficult for him to store a single bit.

Looking at the mocking smile on the face of the man who was close at hand, a burst of anger quickly rushed to Wu Xiliang's head, his face was red, and the periphery of his body was stained with blue flames, which were burning on his body at this time, and his originally fair skin quickly changed color.

But as if he didn't feel pain, he didn't pay attention to the flames on his body, and stepped on the ground with both feet, and shot out like bullets again, smashing towards Leng Yan with all his strength.

"Look for death!"

The blue wall of fire in front of Leng Yan suddenly disappeared, and he stepped on the ground with both feet, and without any skill, he threw a punch straight towards the figure that flew over.

Wu Xiliang suddenly felt that the hairs on his body stood up, and the man on the opposite side seemed to be an understatement of the punch, and he didn't even seem to be aiming at his body, but he just felt that he couldn't dodge that punch anyway, and there was nowhere to avoid it, so he could only change the trajectory of the attack abruptly, intending to directly confront Leng Yan.

The fist that was not coming fast suddenly changed its trajectory before it was about to collide with Wu Xiliang's fist, and it slammed into his chest.

Wu Xiliang's figure as he rushed forward suddenly froze, and then he flew backwards, and the blood spurting out of his mouth formed a thick blood mist in the air.

When the two of them fought, those onlookers had already hidden, so this time Wu Xiliang smashed on the ground without hindrance, and the originally flat ground was smashed into rubble, and it was stained with sticky red blood.

Wu Xiliang's chest collapsed inward, and his sternum was completely shattered by Leng Yan's punch, and the broken sternum on his body rubbed back and forth in his body, making the blood in his mouth surge wildly, and he couldn't stop at all.

He tried several times, and the strength of his whole body faded like a tide, and he could not use any of his abilities now, only feeling that there was a burst of blackness in front of him, and he might faint at any time.

He also knew clearly what kind of outcome he would face once he closed his eyes, so he bit his tongue hard, and the sharp pain made him tremble, and the whole person seemed to be refreshed.

Wu Xiliang was now depressed, and his face was covered with blood, like a dead tree destined to decay.

Leng Yan didn't mean to let the tiger return to the mountain, and he made his hand again without reservation, and a white arc flew from his palm to the man lying on the ground, with a surging momentum, and made an earth-shattering noise, making everyone lose their vision for a short time.