Fang Yuan's hands trembled instinctively, he had long forgotten what action he had made at this moment, Ye Qingqing stood aside, looking at Fang Yuan who was trembling, she was also at a loss.

Li Hu was lying on the ground, his forehead was covered with blood, his chest was rising and falling violently, and Fang Yuan seemed to be able to hear the sound of his lungs breathing like a broken bellows. Zhu Teng curled up in the corner, shivering, while Wang Qiang and Ma Ming, Fang Yuan only saw their broken bodies, barely recognising the upper half of their bodies, but couldn't find which piece of the ground belonged to them.

A burst of regret welled up in his heart, Fang Yuan should have brought them out with him, what could they do in this battle, they should not have been left there.

Yuan Qing is Yuan Qing. At this moment, he was surrounded by a huge Gangfeng, and the blue-blue air flow enveloped his body, like a bright armor formed by the Nine Heavens Gangfeng.

Yuan Qing's feet were off the ground, suspended in mid-air, and his hands were swallowing a cyan blue light. It was the power of separation, and Fang Yuan felt tingling when he looked at it more, but his eyes were red, staring at Yuan Qing deadly, but he couldn't do anything.

Yuan Qing really hid his strength, no, there must be some special means. Otherwise, Fang Cun's previous cooperation with Fang Yuan should force out his hole cards. Yuan Qing turned his head sideways, his gaze met Fang Yuan's, of course he could feel the gaze of the Boundary-Breaking Evil Pupil, his cold eyes were actually surrounded by the air flow of the wind, the difference was that it was brighter than Zhou Zhou's Wind Pupil, and more powerful than Zhou Zhou's Wind Pupil.

Yuan Qing hooked the corners of his mouth, and his face hidden under the blue Gangfeng armor only revealed a pair of eyes and a mouth under his nose, cold and brutal. He stretched out his hand, and as soon as he moved, the figure quickly disappeared into the hall, Fang Yuan saw it, he saw Yuan Qing shuttle to the back of the prostrate Ren Sili.

"Sister Ren!!"

Fang Yuan let out a hysterical shout in his throat, but he could see it, but Ren Sili couldn't hear it. She was lying on the ground weakly, coughing and looking weak, even if Ren Sili heard Fang Yuan's warning, it was estimated that in this situation, she would not be able to dodge.

Fang Yuan ran wildly, and Ye Qingqing followed behind with Fang Cun in his arms, but no matter how fast they were, they were far apart, no faster than Yuan Qing. Even if they catch up, what can they do, before Yuan Qing at this time is different, his combat effectiveness has more than doubled.

Fang Yuan watched Yuan Qing flash above Ren Sili, watching him raise his hand, the cyan blue airflow light in his hand became more and more dazzling. The light was like a sword, growing more and more between swallows, with a sharp blade, stabbing down.

"No!"

Fang Yuan shouted, at the last moment, he saw something, Ren Sili seemed to hear Fang Yuan's shout, she struggled to raise her head, and then gave up helplessly.

Light, a dim light, a black and red light. Like blood flowing from broken internal organs, viscous, dark red, lifeless.

The red light enveloped Ren Sili, and the moment it was pierced by the cyan blue airflow, it rolled to the side. That's right, it's the tumbling, the clumsy and heavy tumbling.

A streak of blood, sprayed out in a dark red light, fell to the ground. The blue-blue eye-catching air flow penetrated into the ground, like cutting tofu, and you can imagine what it would look like if it fell on Ren Sili.

Everything was between lightning and flint, and when it was too late, Zhou Zhou took out a flying knife in his hand, and instantly slashed at Yuan Qing, who was wrapped in Gangqi armor all over his body. Zhou Zhou has the pupil of the wind and is particularly sensitive to the air current, although Yuan Qing is wrapped in the air flow armor, but the air flow always has weak points, and Zhou Zhou can keenly capture these weak points and use the flying knife to attack.

The airflow on the surface of Yuanqing's armor fluctuated, and the thick airflow column was like a spiraling tree root, easily blocking the flying knife. But it is precisely because of this that Liu Ziming, who rushed over, and Ren Sili, who was rescued by him, won a chance of life, so that Yuan Qing could not continue to pursue.

It turned out that at the moment when Yuan Qing disappeared just now, Liu Ziming had already reacted. With rich combat experience and keen reactions, he judged that Yuan Qing was very likely to attack Ren Sili, and rushed over as soon as possible. Although Yuan Qing was so fast that he deceived the air flow at that moment, the moment he appeared, he revealed his position.

Fang Yuan, who was running, showed surprise in his eyes, and his originally stumbling steps became more steady, and he ran towards the banquet hall. But he saw the deep wound on Liu Ziming's left back, even if he was fast enough just now, he was not faster than Yuan Qing, at the moment when the airflow sword stabbed, he didn't hold Ren Sili and completely flash out, the sword was almost torn from his back to his front abdomen.

The crumbling red light couldn't hold it anymore, and the excessive use of the immovable Ming King, and the injuries on his body, made Liu Ziming have to withdraw his martial arts. Otherwise he will turn into a machine that burns without refueling and will blow himself up.

"Bang!"

A heavy punch slammed into Yuan Qing's airflow armor, and Xiong Chizhong's fist flashed with bronze light. He also seized this opportunity, the master made a move, the opportunity was fleeting, of course he would not stand stupidly and wait for Yuan Qing to clean up Liu Ziming and they would clean himself up.

Yuan Qing, who was doppelgänger by the flying knife, did not dodge, and was firmly hit on the armor by this powerful punch. The airflow was agitated, and there was a blank, and the corners of Zhou Zhou's mouth tightened, it was another opportunity.

Flying knives, issued quickly, no one knows how many flying knives Zhou has on his body, but each one will choose the most deadly time.

Xiong Chizhong's face was overjoyed, ignoring the wisps of blood cut by the air flow on his fist, he wanted to raise his foot and make another supplementary shot at Yuan Qing's head, who was unable to defend himself.

However, in the next moment, the smile on Xiong Chizhong's seemingly generous face gradually solidified. I saw Yuan Qing, who was knocked away, and the airflow column wrapped around his body suddenly unfolded, like the roots of an old tree, tightly entangled Xiong Chizhong's arm that he had time to retract in the future, and the whip leg that had not yet been fully extended.

And the flying knife, although the angle is tricky and accurate, is also entangled by the flexible air current, and the next moment it falls to the ground like a dead branch and a fallen leaf.

Then, the sound of "crackling" bones cracking continued to sound like fried beans, and Xiong Chizhong's arms and legs entangled by the air column continued to deform and twist, and then felt weak like a rag bag.

Yuan Qing, who had lost his protection, was relatively vulnerable, but there was no one present who could launch a decent attack. The air currents on Yuan Qing's body were like spider legs growing out, each of which supported him. And Xiong Chizhong, like a fly stuck in a spider's web, struggled, but it was difficult to escape.

Yuan Qing smiled coldly and said, "I said it earlier, you deserve to die." ”

(End of chapter)