Huang Baiwei was very angry, because after he reported his name, instead of running away with his tail between his legs, the other party pounced on him like a mad dog.

This made him extremely unhappy.

Therefore, he wants to kill people to vent this unhappiness in his heart.

"Drink!"

Facing the dense raindrop-like wind blade, Huang Baiwei jumped high, punching rapidly as he jumped. The brown fist wind spread forward in bursts, just like the ripples in the center of the lake.

The blade that Ge Liang's feather fan fanned out was like a swing against a wall the moment it touched the brown fist wind, and it was bounced off in an instant.

Ge Liang was shocked, because Huang Baiwei was only five steps away from him.

Once entangled by such a close martial artist, then the result is only one word 'death'.

Thinking of this, Ge Liang's body suddenly jumped backwards, and he tried hard to keep a distance from Huang Baiwei.

Because of jumping backwards, the feather fan in Ge Liang's hand instantly became a little less powerful. Correspondingly, the wind that swung out also decreased by a few points.

The pressure in front of Huang Baiwei dropped sharply, so he strode out and swung a punch at Ge Liang.

The fist wind whistled, passing past Ge Liang's ears, stirring up the aura of heaven and earth for a while. Ge Liang was secretly frightened: Fortunately, he hid quickly.

Huang Baiwei missed a blow and couldn't help but be annoyed and angry. Warriors who are good at melee combat generally have a bad temper. And Huang Baiwei's temper is the worst of the bad.

"Drink!"

Huang Baiwei roared, and a brown glow lingered all over his body, like armor made of rock. The purple wind blade struck him like a blow on an extremely hard steel armor, and sparks splashed and clanged.

Without the obstruction of the wind blade, Huang Baiwei's figure became more rapid. The moment Ge Liang landed, his figure also arrived.

The brown fist swung out heavily, breaking Ge Liang's 'Wind Armor' very easily, and then slammed into Ge Liang's body.

"Poof—"

In Ge Liang's mouth, a cloud of black blood spurted out, like a sliding waterfall on a high mountain.

His chest was directly pierced by Huang Baiwei, and all his internal organs were shattered. He fell to the ground, his eyes wide open, but he could never get up.

The corners of Huang Baiwei's mouth flashed with a sneer.

After the killing, his mood became a little more relaxed.

He looked at Xu Sheng, who was slumped on the ground, and the killing intent in his eyes was unobstructed.

He walked towards Xu Sheng with a grim smile on his face.

"Click. ”

"Click. ”

"Click. ”

The distance of more than twenty steps, but every step seemed to be stepping on Xu Sheng's heart.

It's incredibly heavy.

Huang Baiwei came to Xu Sheng's side and looked at the poor worm who had collapsed on the ground, without a trace of pity on his face. He lifted his right foot slightly, and then slammed down towards Xu Sheng's head.

Xu Sheng looked at the big foot that stepped on his face, his expression was a little dazed, he had lost too much blood, and he couldn't see Huang Baiwei's face clearly at this time.

But he still scolded heavily: "Raised by a son of a bitch." ”

Huang Baiwei heard this scolding, and heard it very clearly, at such a close distance, it was difficult to hear it clearly.

However, he didn't care at all, because it was really not wise to be angry with someone who was about to die.

Just when Xu Sheng thought that he was going to die, behind Huang Baiwei, a purple mist suddenly flashed.

A sword shadow struck behind Huang Baiwei, forcing Huang Baiwei to give up his action of trampling Xu Sheng to death.

Because he felt that in that sword shadow, there was an extremely domineering sword aura.

"Kenji, slash the soul!"

Ye Junlin rescued Xu Sheng, but he didn't dare to be careless. The power of the 'Intermediate Xuan Ling' was something he had never seen before, so he couldn't be careless in the slightest.

Ye Junlin swung out three swords one after another, and the three invisible soul attacks shot straight towards Huang Baiwei's sea of knowledge.

Surprisingly, Huang Baiwei did not show the appearance of wanting to split the sea, his sea awareness was just confused for a few breaths, and then he regained his clarity.

"Good boy, you actually know how to 'soul attack'!"

Huang Baiwei's face was flushed with a hint of anger, but it was more of a greed.

'Soul Attack' is such a 'magical skill'. There may not be a few copies in the entire Nine Heavens Continent, and if he encounters them, how can he let them go.

Ye Junlin was very surprised, why did his 'soul slaying style' fail.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with this question. If Ye Junlin had cultivated to the 'Xuan Ling Level', he would have understood the reason for this.

The 'Xuanshi Level' focuses on the perception and refinement of the 'attribute power', while the 'Xuanling Level' is the construction and defense of the sea of consciousness and the soul.

Huang Baiwei's cultivation had already reached the 'Intermediate Xuan Ling', and he had already reached a certain level of building and defending his own sea of knowledge, so when Ye Junlin's soul attack struck, he found out as soon as possible and drove away the attack.

Since Ye Junlin's cultivation is too far away from Huang Baiwei's, the impact of the 'Soul Slaying Style' on Huang Baiwei is minimal.

Huang Baiwei looked at Ye Junlin, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Boy, if you also reach the 'Xuanling Level', then under this attack, Lao Tzu will definitely die, but unfortunately, you are just a 'low-level Xuanshi'." ”

Ye Junlin tightly grasped the hilt of the Chiyan Sword, his expression a little nervous. This kind of situation that has not appeared for a long time, facing death, actually appeared on him again.

I don't know if it's nervous or excited.

"Obediently, hand over your 'Soul Attack' Technique, as well as your 'Half-Dao' Sword. Lao Tzu can leave you a whole corpse. After Huang Baiwei finished speaking, Yu Guangyou glanced at the half of the star engraved on the Chiyan Sword, which seemed to confirm something.

Ye Junlin knew that at this moment, it was impossible for him to kill Huang Baiwei. However, escaping from his hands is not necessarily impossible.

Ye Junlin's hand, the blue light bloomed. It is like a brilliant sapphire, shining brightly under the sun.

"Ice Trick. ”

Ye Junlin threw out the blue light in his hand heavily, and then a huge small space of cold ice shrouded Huang Baiwei in it.

This space is sturdy because it is surrounded by ice walls several feet thick.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Huang Baiwei was furious, and he kept hitting the ice wall. With each swing, a piece of ice shatters on the wall of the Ice Wall.

On Ye Junlin's back, the purple wings stretched out again.

He couldn't care about any chivalrous demeanor anymore, so he saw him pick up the seriously injured Xu Sheng and rush into the sky like a fly