The two of them went back and forth and completed the first round. They seemed to be evenly matched and no one took advantage, but in fact, Yingwei was slightly inferior.\%_%_Net_Original_Chuang%_%\If it weren't for his superb and mysterious body steps, he would have been afraid that he would not be able to take Xi Fuxiong's powerful palm.

What's even more unfavorable is that after this palm, Xi Fuxiong has completely explored the reality of Yingwei, and his confidence has soared. The situation that Yingwei will face will only get worse and worse next.

Yingwei's mind was shocked. Although he tried his best to suppress it, he still sprayed a small mouthful of blood. His injuries were already extremely serious and he had almost lost his combat power. At this time, he forced his luck to fight against a master who was only half weaker than him. If his injuries were hit, they would definitely worsen. The only result was that Yingwei finally had its oil exhausted. At this time, Yingwei had clearly had a desperate plan.

Seeing Yingwei vomiting blood, Ip Mandao felt like a knife, and hurriedly sent out more than 20 people from more than a hundred monks and ordered a fourth-level monk to entangle Xi Fuxiong at all costs, relieve Yingwei's pressure, and at the same time try to get as much breathing time as possible. He himself led the other monks to siege the Hundred Birds.

Ip Mandao knew very well that Yingwei would not be able to do anything like Xi Fuxiong. In today's battle, if he wanted to win, he could only subdue the birds and birds as fast as possible, and then concentrate all his strength to take Xi Fuxiong down.[

Ye Wendao knew it, and the hundred birds knew it too, so when he saw Ye Wendao leading many masters, he pushed towards him in a big way. He did not rush to counterattack, but directly took the defensive and delayed.

A level 4 monk, together with more than twenty low-level monks at level 1 and 2, would be impossible to entangle Xi Fuxiong for too long with just such a little power. As long as he guards Xi Fuxiong and settles Yingwei, the overall situation will be decided.

As a master at the level seven, doing this is a bit shabby, but at present, this is the smartest and most effort-saving way of playing.

Sure enough, after Yingwei retreated and replaced the fourth-level monks and the twenty low-level monks, Xi Fuxiong had no scruples at all. He used both fists and palms and firepower, fully exerting the skills of a seventh-level monk.

In a moment, the monks of the Yuexiu clan were already tilted and had no power to attack. The fourth-level monk was seriously injured by Xi Fuxiong's key attack. At this time, these soldiers of the Yuexiu clan were just fighting to the death with their strong willpower and the tenacious belief of protecting their homes.

"No!" Yingwei, who was taking care of Ye Sitong and was rushing to adjust his breathing, saw this scene, his eyes were red with red eyes, and he was about to rush up again.

"No, Master!" Ye Sitong had already discovered that Yingwei's injury had aggravated by three points. If she continued to work hard, her life would be lost. She hurriedly stopped Yingwei and persuaded her hard.

Yingwei couldn't listen to a word and shouted: "Sitong, please get out of here! Do you want to watch the monks of our Yuexiu tribe sacrifice so in vain? Master is not afraid of death! Even if Master dies, he will still be buried with Fuxiong Xi!"

"No! I'm afraid, I don't want to lose my master, don't!" Ye Sitong burst into tears on the spot. No matter how Yingwei struggled, she still held Yingwei's arm tightly and refused to let go.
Chapter completed!