Yang Wei waved his spear to disperse the attacks of Xu Ming and several pill-forming monks, while looking at the pale Qi Fan.
The tight string in his mind suddenly relaxed, and he laughed coldly: "So you will be tired." He didn't even notice that his tone of voice became lighter.
Obviously, Qi Fan's appearance of being unable to be beaten made him subconsciously sense a hint of urgency.
But just these few simple words made Xu Ming and others stunned for a moment. Then they looked at Qi Fan and suddenly remembered that he was just a pill-forming person.
In the short period of time before, they actually forgot about this matter.
It was only then that everyone suddenly realized that they had pinned their hopes of defeating Yang Wei on a pill-forming monk.
For a moment, Xu Ming felt a little ashamed in his heart, and the several Jiedan who rushed to help were even more silent.
Qi Fan licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, exposed his white lips, and said with a grin: "I'm just a Dan-Jie. If I beat you to the late Nascent Soul stage, I will definitely be tired."
"Hahaha!" Qi Fan laughed happily.
He coughed twice, bringing out a trace of blood, and then said: "Do you think you can win even if you kill me?"
Yang Wei was suddenly startled, and then looked at the surrounding situation with a livid face.
Our side, which had the upper hand before, had the situation reversed in just a short moment!
The people he brought were in even greater danger, and even the two people who called themselves the Four Saints Pavilion were not much better.
I couldn't help but feel a trace of regret in my heart. I was actually carried away by a pill-forming monk. The most important thing is that I was entangled!
This person named Qi Fan is really hateful! His eyes looking at Qi Fan became even more gloomy.
When Qi Fan saw him like this, he couldn't help but laugh again. The enemy's displeasure is my joy!
But what no one knew was that Qi Fan felt a little bitter in his heart at this time, and he was still a little ignorant.
You actually thought you could handle Yang Wei at first?
During this period of fighting, Yang Wei also thoroughly told Qi Fan that the two of them were not on the same level!
Even if Qi Fan used all his methods without reservation, he still couldn't be hurt at all, so the words of killing him seemed a bit ridiculous.
Rather than dealing with Yang Wei, it would be more accurate to say that he is a qualified punching bag.
If his body hadn't been tempered by the thunderstorm, he would have died under the sweep of the silver spear earlier!
But now my body has reached its limit. After fighting for so long, my insides can no longer bear it.
Maybe he can be comparable to the early Nascent Soul, or even the mid-stage, but the late-stage Venerable is still not qualified.
But being able to hold him off for so long is not bad, at least it's not useless at all. At least, the situation is now completely tilted towards ASEAN.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that as long as Baihua Fairy remains undefeated, the Western Dynasty Alliance will definitely be defeated!
Immediately, Qi Fan, who was still adjusting his breath, watched Yang Wei shoot away Xu Ming and rush towards him, and sighed in his heart, 'I have to continue to be a sandbag.'
...If others knew what Qi Fan was thinking, they would probably beat Qi Fan to death without Yang Wei taking action!
You, a monk in the early stage of Dan Formation, are holding back a venerable person in the late Nascent Soul stage, aren't you satisfied?
Moreover, he was not seriously injured, he just lost too much blood and his internal organs were injured. What else do you want?
In the air, guns and punches were exchanged again, but this time Qi Fan's speed was obviously weakened, and he was hovering between life and death several times.
There was even a bullet directly pierced into his shoulder, and an obvious sound of bone cracking could be heard.
Everyone watching on the sidelines was shocked, and the spells in their hands couldn't help but become more violent, hoping to help Qi Fan relieve some pressure.
Xu Ming even appeared directly next to Qi Fan and faced the enemy with him.
But the effect was not obvious. Although Xu Ming looked like a middle-aged man, he was already very old.
First, he controlled the sect-protecting formation, and then used the unique technique 'Wanxiang Xuanshui Jue' several times. At this time, there was not much spiritual power in his body.
Otherwise, how could he, a venerable person in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, be so miserable?
However, the situation of some people is even worse than Qi Fan!
Lu Sui, who was fighting with Master Mei Feng, was now completely cold, with only a pair of eyeballs still moving!
With infinite sadness in my heart, how could a great situation end up like this?
He was only blocked by the attacks of several pill-forming monks, and they didn't even hurt him.
But just such a small opportunity was seized by Master Mei Feng!
Covered in the unique ice and snow of Meifeng, it was frozen without even a chance to dodge.
He could even clearly feel everything outside, and he could also feel that everything was slowly fading away, and the spiritual energy and blood in his body slowly stagnated.
He knows very well that when these things are no longer active, he will come to an end.
With a 'click', Lu Sui's ice sculpture shattered.
The second Nascent Soul since the war began has since disappeared.
Peak Master Mei nodded coldly to several pill-forming monks. Without their assistance, the outcome would have been uncertain.
This dynasty general named Lu Sui deserves to be remembered by her, but only by her.
Several Danjie monks saw the always cold and arrogant Master Mei nodding towards them. For some reason, they looked a little flattered and returned the favor repeatedly.
Then the few people adjusted their breath slightly and headed towards another battlefield.
At this time, when Yang Wei noticed Lu Sui's death, there was no need to express the anger in his eyes, and the silver gun in his hand became faster with each move!
A sweep in the air wiped out Xu Ming's attack, and then he turned his head and stabbed out, pulling out the silver spear in his hand from the throat of a pill-forming monk.
He watched the pill-forming monk fall down viciously, looked at the other pill-forming monks, and murmured: "Get rid of the trash that is in the way first!"
Qi Fan and others did not expect this move at all. Yang Wei's target has always been Qi Fan, and he has never taken the initiative to attack anyone else.
The several pill-forming people who rushed to help inadvertently got a little closer, but this distance can mean the difference between life and death!
The others were so frightened that they all backed away, staring closely at Yang Wei, or rather the gun in his hand. His gun was too fast.
Yuan Peng was even more frightened and quickly flew to Qi Fan. You must know that after the pill-forming person died, he was the closest!
Qi Fan gasped, glanced at Yuan Peng and said, "What are you afraid of? Your body can at least block several shots!"
"No, no, no, I can't stop it, I can't stop it." Yuan Peng waved his hands repeatedly.
Qi Fan glared at him, not wanting to talk to him, and turned to look at Yang Wei.
The next moment, there was a sound of howling in the distance. Everyone subconsciously looked over and saw that the leader of the Black Tiger who was fighting with the Lord Qingcheng had his head cut off with a sword!
And his body was also covered in silver-white frost, and beside him was Peak Master Mei who had drawn out his hand!