It was not only Ye Wenwen who thought this way, but also Xi Fuxiong. The ferocious sneer on his face was enough to reveal his innermost feelings. (www>
"Go to hell!" Xi Fuxiong shouted loudly when he reached the top of his head. He spat out his spiritual energy like a dark cloud pressing over his head, pressing towards Yingwei with overwhelming momentum.
Just when Ye Wenwen, Ye Sitong and others were nervous and their hearts were about to jump out of their throats, Yingwei suddenly shook his body, and his right palm raised high began to tremble crazily like an electric shock. Each tremor is a palm, and dozens of tremors are dozens of palm powers. This is Yingwei's unique move. He can strike dozens or even hundreds of palms in an instant, sweeping away his opponents with lightning speed.
How could Xi Fuxiong have imagined that Yingwei, who was clearly at the end of his strength, could still perform a unique move? In shock, the three souls and seven souls almost flew away together. Amidst the trembling exclamations, Xi Fuxiong instinctively retracted his offensive, and retreated violently backwards. At the same time, he used the spiritual power in his body to run wildly, laying down barriers one after another along the way to block the dozens of palm forces released by Yingwei. .
Xi Fuxiong only hopes that this is Yingwei's last counterattack before his death. As long as he can survive for a while, he can be completely defeated. Even if it costs a little, it will be worth it. [
But the result was very different from what Xi Fuxiong imagined. Not only did the palm power from Yingwei show no signs of weakening, but it became stronger than the last, with each wave becoming stronger than the last. The barriers put up by Xi Fuxiong were like paper and mud, completely vulnerable to a single blow. .
"This is impossible, this is impossible!" Xi Fuxiong was so shocked that even his tone became weird. But the numb pain that kept coming from his arms reminded him time and time again that this was a fact!
"Master! Well done!" Ye Sitong, who witnessed all this, was so excited that he jumped up and down like a child.
Ye Wenwen also clenched his fists tightly, and followed Yingwei with his eyes without moving away for a moment.
Bai Niao Weng had stopped at this time, and was staring blankly at Xi Fuxiong, who was stumbling in the waves, and staggered back again and again. Even though he was extremely smart, he was completely confused at this time and had no idea what was going on.
"You two clowns, you dare to go wild in our Yuexiu Clan, are you really bullying everyone in our Yuexiu Clan?" Yingwei shouted suddenly, raised his wrist suddenly, and roared with spiritual power like a turbulent wave, Like a tidal wave, it rolls straight towards Xifuxiong.
"Not good!" Even Bai Niaoweng felt something was wrong at this time and exclaimed.
Not to mention Xi Fuxiong, before he could stand still, he felt a terrifying force that was suffocating him, rushing toward his face.
Xi Fuxiong opened his eyes wide. Until this moment, he had to believe that Yingwei's injuries had healed and his cultivation had returned to its original state. But... how is this possible? Xi Fuxiong racked his brains and had a splitting headache thinking about it, but he couldn't figure out the reason.
But at this time, Yingwei's palm force was already in front of him.
Xi Fuxiong's heart was cruel and he released all his spiritual power. However, when there was a loud bang of thunder and dust flying, everyone could clearly see that Xi Fuxiong's body was as if he was being thrown away. The sack flew far away...