The sun is shining, the sky is blue and the clouds are white, there is a gentle wind, and there are birds singing.

Under a towering giant tree, two young men with clear faces were resting with their eyes closed comfortably. The shade under the trees, and a fresh breeze blew through the tips of the two people's hair, gently swaying. Not far from them, a pile of monster bones was thrown, and on the other side, a pile of remnants of a bonfire. Obviously, it was here that the two of them had a big meal not long ago.

The two were Zhao Yi and Meng Hui, the two of them had been running for a long time, so they found a place to rest at random, and the meal was finished, but the person who was chasing and killing had not found the two of them.

Enjoying the leisurely time of the afternoon, Zhao Yi's brows furrowed suddenly, and then he stood up and said in a deep voice: "Xiaohui, the enemy is coming." ”

Hearing this, Meng Hui, who was leaning against the giant tree, suddenly opened his eyes, and his momentum slowly rose.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for a powerful momentum to quickly approach here from a distance. Feeling the breath coming from the wind, Meng Hui's face was solemn: "Senior Brother Zhao Yi, the person who came seems to have the sixfold cultivation of the spiritual energy realm, and ...... such strength."

"What's the matter? a little cowardly?" Hearing this, Zhao Yi raised his eyebrows, and looked at Meng Hui with the corners of his mouth hooked and said.

"Well, it's a little, after all, I'm just the pinnacle of the Psionic Realm now, and the gap in cultivation between them is still a bit bigger. Meng Hui nodded and said in a deep voice. During this period of time, he continued to cultivate day and night, and Meng Hui's cultivation was also raised to the level of the peak of the spiritual energy realm.

The powerful momentum came extremely fast, and it seemed that he suddenly felt the existence of the two people here, and the owner of the momentum increased his speed by a cut, and in a moment, he came to the two of them.

The figure who came was not too tall, his complexion was slightly blue, and his forehead was slightly sweaty, and it seemed that he had run a short distance. Looking at Zhao Yi and the two under the tree, the visitor's expression moved, and his eyebrows raised: "I can't imagine that you still have the time to sit here and rest, do you feel that you can't escape the pursuit of our Bai family and accept your fate?"

The person who came was Bai Feng's fifth disciple, Yu She. Before leaving, he knew the appearance and characteristics of Zhao Yi and the others from Bai Huan, so as soon as he saw the two, he immediately recognized them!

"The Bai family, with you, or with that Bai Feng, are you also worthy of representing the Bai family?" Hearing this, Zhao Yi stood up, looked at the other party, and said coldly.

"The master is classified as the uncle of the Bai family, the elder brother of the head of the family, whether you can represent the Bai family or not, it's not up to you to have the final say!" Hearing this, Yu She's eyes were cold, "But it doesn't matter, anyway, your life will end here, and it doesn't matter what you say." ”

"Master, it seems that you are Bai Feng's old miscellaneous disciple, I heard that Bai Feng's old miscellaneous hair has six major disciples before, looking at your cultivation, it is estimated that you are not the old man, and it is not much worse, right?" Meng Hui held the weeping blood knife in his hand, took two steps forward, and said disdainfully. At the same time, Meng Hui said to Zhao Yi, "Senior Brother Zhao Yi, let me come and meet this guy first!"

"You're looking for death!" Yu She's eyes were cold, two cold rays shot out, and then his body moved, and he slapped Meng Hui's chest with one palm.

"So fast!" Meng Hui's eyes shrank suddenly, but in an instant, Yu Shi had already arrived in front of Meng Hui, and his golden palm was about to be imprinted on Meng Hui's chest.

At the last moment, Meng Hui could only hold the Weeping Blood Knife across his chest, with the blade outward, and he couldn't even make a little room for attack.

And Yu She's momentum was extremely fast, but he saw that there was an extra blade on the opponent's chest, and when he saw that a palm was about to slap on the blade, Yu She's expression changed the direction of the attack and slapped towards Meng Hui's left shoulder.

However, with such a little buffer, Meng Hui also had time to react, and at the moment, his feet were on the ground, and his body quickly swept backwards, avoiding Yu She's palm.

"Bang!"

Yu She's palm slapped directly on the ground, and a burst of smoke and dust rose in response, and when the smoke and dust were calm and the dust settled, a deep pit of nearly ten meters in size appeared in front of Zhao Yi and the others, and Yu Shi stood in front of the pit with an indifferent face.

"Xiaohui, you have to be careful, if this palm hits your body, I'm afraid that you will be seriously injured and vomit blood and die on the spot. Glancing at Yu She's attack, Zhao Yi said to Meng Hui with a somewhat solemn face.

"Senior Brother Zhao Yi, I know that the other party is indeed very strong, although I was not hit by him head-on just now, but the passing palm wind still shook the qi and blood in my body a little. Meng Hui had a steady figure, and he also spoke with a solemn face.

"I can't see that you can dodge my palm, but then, you won't have half a chance!" Seeing that he failed to hurt or even kill the other party with one palm, Yu She's eyebrows raised, and then slapped out another palm, "Yuanrong Sword Palm." ”

In an instant, the golden light bloomed, rushing straight towards the bright light, and it could be vaguely seen that in the golden light, there were dozens of sword shadows mixed in it.

The martial artists in Hidden Forest City all knew that the six disciples of Bai Feng, the uncle of the Bai family, except for the six disciples who were still innate realm cultivators, the other five disciples all had their own nicknames and made their own reputations. And these five disciples, Yu She, are known as both fists and palms.

Among them, the palm technique is the fourth-order low-level palm martial art "Yuanrong Sword Palm" that is hidden in the golden light and hidden with sword shadows. As the fifth disciple of Bai Feng, the uncle of the Bai family, Yu Shi was naturally a core existence qualified to be taught the fourth-order martial arts.

"Tyrant Knife, Turbulent Waves!" In the face of the menacing Yu She, Meng Hui did not dare to be careless at all, and the weeping blood knife in his hand slashed out, and suddenly, the blood light bloomed, and the sword qi was horizontal.

Rumble!

The golden light of the palm print and the blood light sword qi collided violently, setting off a layer of intense energy rush that spread out to the surroundings.

Although Meng Hui's "Overlord Sword" is a fourth-order peak Xuan-level martial art, and Yu She's "Rounded Sword Palm" is just a fourth-order low-level Xuan-level martial art, the gap between the two people's cultivation is too big after all, even if Meng Hui attacks with all his might, he is still directly blown away by Yu She's palm.

Bang!

Meng Hui's figure was directly blasted out, slamming on the ground like a kite with a broken string, splashing layers of dust.

"Ahem! Okay, so strong. Meng Hui struggled to get up from the ground, coughed up a mouthful of blood and said.

"Xiaohui, are you okay?" Seeing this, Zhao Yi exclaimed in surprise, and wanted to come over to check on Meng Hui's condition.

"Senior Brother Zhao Yi, I, I'm fine, I can still continue to fight. Seeing Zhao Yi rushing towards him, Meng Hui suddenly stretched out a hand and signaled Zhao Yi to stop.

"Hmph, do you still want to fight the trapped beasts? In my opinion, the two of you should go together. Hearing this, Yu Shi stood with his hands in his hands, and said with a disdainful face, it is ridiculous that a rookie of this strength still insists on going head-to-head with himself, like this situation, there is no need to send a signal to notify Bai Huan to come, with his own strength, it can be easily solved.

"Don't underestimate people! Tyrant Knife - Swallow Mountains and Rivers!" Meng Hui shouted angrily, jumped up with a weeping blood knife in his hand, blood gushed out, and all the human knives were wrapped in blood, and slashed at Yu She, who was standing there.

"The pearl of rice grains, also shines!" Seeing this, Yu Shi smiled disdainfully, and the right hand behind him stretched out and greeted it with a palm, and the power of this palm was a little stronger than before!

However, this collision did not blast Meng Hui out again as Yu Shi imagined, but instead stalemate.

The golden light and the blood color corroded each other, devouring each other, and the two phases were deadlocked.

"Hmm, the power of this move is so strong? Sure enough, it is worthy of being a disciple from the Xingyun Sect, if I can obtain the martial arts he cultivates, I am afraid that my strength will also be greatly improved!" Seeing that Meng Hui's move was actually stalemate with himself, a trace of essence flashed in Yu She's eyes.

With a little calculation in his heart, Yu Shi stretched out his left hand behind him, and the golden light slowly condensed, and then blasted towards Meng Hui's chest.

"Bang!"

Meng Hui held the knife with both hands and slashed at Yu She, for Yu She's palm, he had no ability to resist at all, and was directly imprinted on his chest by the latter's palm, and his figure was thrown out directly. However, Yu She's chest was also scratched by the residual knife qi.

"Xiaohui!" This time, Zhao Yi didn't watch from the side anymore, and hurriedly flew up and caught Meng Hui's body.

At this time, Meng Hui's face was like gold paper, covered in blood, and his breathing was extremely weak. Zhao Yi hurriedly stretched out his hand to investigate the situation in Meng Hui's body, and his face couldn't help but become solemn.

Under Yu She's full palm, almost all the internal organs in Meng Hui's body were broken, and the meridians were also greatly damaged, almost to the point of dying.

Gently put Meng Hui's body on the ground, took out a healing pill from Xisu and stuffed it into his mouth, using it to hang his life. Then he stood up and looked at Yu Shi with a gloomy face.

However, before Zhao Yi could say anything, Yu Shi sneered: "What? Do you want to avenge your companion? It seems that you don't have such strength, right? The disciples of Xingyun Sect are so vulnerable. ”

Zhao Yi's voice was cold:

"Then you can look at it. ”

The voice fell, and here, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal.