Yingwei spoke with great pride, but Ye Sitong could see that Yingwei must be suffering from great pain at this time. () Just looking at his forehead, not only were veins popping out, but beads of sweat were leaking out, and his face was sallow. Anyone could tell that his current situation was definitely not good.
"Master Ying, how can you kill a chicken with a knife? There is no need for you to take action against these two clowns. You can just watch the show from the side. Come here!" Ye Wenwen knows the situation of Yingwei best, and of course he can't bear to leave Yingwei. Wei, Bai Niao Weng and Xi Fuxiong fought tooth and nail, shouting, and more than a hundred monks from the Yuexiu tribe responded in unison, with overwhelming momentum.
"The Jinmang Sect is adding insult to injury, taking advantage of others' danger, and is despicable! Warriors of the Yuexiu Clan, what should we do for the sake of the old and young of our Yuexiu Clan?"
"Fight to the bitter end! Fight to the bitter end!!" More than a hundred monks from the Yuexiu Clan were very powerful. They shouted in unison, and their power was great. [
Bainiao Weng and Xi Fuxiong looked shocked, and subconsciously stood back to back. Bainiao Weng frowned and shouted in a deep voice, "Ye Wendao, Yingwei, you two are really stubborn and want the blood of the Yuexiu clan to flow." Chenghe?"
"Bitch thieves! It's because there are so many selfish people like you in the heavens that we are in this situation today. In my eyes, you people are even more hateful than the phantom beast tribe. Today I will Putting these words here, even if my Yuexiu clan dies, I will never become cannon fodder for your Jin Mang Sect!" Ye Wenwen's expression was as firm as iron, and there was no room for change at all. Bai Niao Weng He Xifuxiong's expression immediately turned cold.
"Brother Ye, leave Xi Fuxiong to me, and you and everyone else will deal with the Hundred Birds!" Yingwei took a strong breath, stared at Xi Fuxiong and shouted.
"Master Ying, your injury..." Ye Daowao looked worried.
However, Yingwei looked like nothing was wrong, and laughed and said, "Don't worry! I can't help you with this little injury, you can still take care of it."
"What a shame!" Xi Fuxiong was so despised by Yingwei. How could he not be angry? A sharp shout came out, and he slashed towards Yingwei with a wave of his palm.
"Master!" Ye Sitong exclaimed, subconsciously trying to block the palm for Yingwei, but no one knew how much she weighed than Yingwei. Before Ye Sitong could take a few steps forward, Yingwei suddenly pulled her aside. At the same time, he hooked up the chair with his right foot and slammed it directly into Xi Fuxiong's palm.
Xi Fuxiong's figure remained unchanged, and with a move of his palm, a grand master's chair carved from hardwood immediately turned into a sky full of sawdust. Xi Fuxiong's palm wind advanced quickly, passing through the flying and falling wood chips, and continued to run towards Yingwei.
"Drink!" Yingwei pulled Ye Sitong behind him to protect him, stepped on her feet, and looked like a ghost. After twisting and turning, she cleverly avoided the wind of Xi Fuxiong's palm and walked around to his side. , struck out with a palm, and went straight to Xi Fuxiong's waist.
Xi Fuxiong's face was startled, but his reaction was extremely fast. He did not take away the wind of the forward slash at all, but turned his waist sharply to drive his body. His palm posture immediately changed, like a heavy hammer, rounding towards Yingwei. Smashed it over.
There was a muffled sound that made people's ears roar, but when Yingwei heard a deep groan and took three steps back, Xi Fuxiong felt uncomfortable. His body shrank and he almost sat down on the ground. Looking embarrassed.