Chapter 1,373 A bloody battle to the end!

Yingwei's words were full of 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 the veins popping out, but there were also fine blood oozing out.

There were beads of sweat 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. Come on!" Ye Wenwen knows Yingwei's situation best, and of course he can't bear to leave Yingwei.

Wei, Bai Niao Weng and Xi Fuxiong tried their best to shout, 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 could be described as majestic.[

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 to bleed the Yuexiu clan."

Chenghe?"

"Bitch thieves! It's because there are too many selfish people like you in the heaven and heaven that we are in this situation today. In my eyes, you people are even more hateful than the phantom beast tribe. Today I will

Put the words down

Here, even if my Yuexiu clan is completely dead, I will never be 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 and Xi Fuxiong

His face immediately turned cold.

"Brother Ye, leave Xi Fuxiong to me, and you and everyone else will deal with Bai Niao Weng!" 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 do anything about this little injury, I can still take care of it."

"What a shameless statement!" How could Xi Fuxiong not be angry when Yingwei was so slighted? He shouted sharply and struck at Yingwei with a wave of his palm.

"Master!" Ye Sitong exclaimed, subconsciously trying to block Yingwei's palm, but how much she weighed, no one knew better than Yingwei. Before Ye Sitong could take a few steps forward, Yingwei

Wei then suddenly pulled her to the side, and at the same time raised the chair behind him with his right foot and slammed it directly into Xi Fuxiong's palm.

Xi Fuxiong's body shape remained unchanged, and with a flick of his palm, a Taishi chair carved from hardwood immediately turned into a sky full of sawdust. Xi Fuxiong's palm wind quickly advanced, passing through the flying and falling sawdust, and continued to run towards the hero.

latitude.

"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 strike at all, but turned his waist sharply to drive his body. His palm posture immediately changed, like a heavy hammer, rounded towards Yingwei.

Smashed it over.

There was a muffled sound that made people's ears roar, but when they heard Yingwei groaning and taking three steps back, Xi Fuxiong felt uncomfortable. His body shrank and he almost sat down on the ground.
Chapter completed!