Meng Yuanming didn't waste any time, turned around and rushed to Yan Hongying's side for support.
"Bang! Bang!"
Yan Hongying and Meng Yuanming joined forces and instantly knocked back the elder of the Japanese warrior sect in front of them.
Then he launched a series of attacks and knocked him to the ground.
After Meng Yuanming and Yan Hongying dealt with this opponent, they split up again and went to support others.
They didn't dare to neglect for a moment.
Because they know that these elders of the Japanese warrior sect are also powerful.
But, it was Beichuan who was truly terrifying to the extreme.
Beichuan's strength is absolutely terrifying beyond imagination.
Even though he rarely takes action, many people are very aware of his strength.
Therefore, Meng Yuanming and the others could only quickly clear out these people before Beichuan took action.
In this way, when we finally face Beichuan, we will avoid these people from harassing us.
"Bang! Bang!"
Yan Hongying and Meng Yuanming, at this time, no longer held anything back, and used the fastest speed to knock the enemy in front of them to the ground.
Soon, there were only three elders left in the Japanese warrior sect who could fight.
Moreover, these three elders also saw that something was wrong, so they no longer rushed to attack, but spent most of their time on defense.
Seeing this, Beichuan finally couldn't sit still.
"Have you beaten enough?"
Beichuan walked slowly with a cold look on his face.
Hearing this voice, Yan Hongying and others were subconsciously shocked.
Even a powerful master like Meng Yuanming had a deep solemn look in his eyes.
Beichuan is about to take action!
Meng Yuanming didn't know if he could resist.
"Don't rush to let the leader take action yet."
"We will try our best, but we must first consume some of his strength."
"Because the alliance leader is the last hope. If the alliance leader loses, we will be completely defeated!"
Meng Yuanming narrowed his eyes slightly and whispered to the people next to him.
"no problem."
Yan Hongying and others knew the seriousness of this matter, so they all nodded silently.
The battle has progressed to this point, and the final result has been decided in the hands of Lu Feng and Beichuan.
If Lu Feng can win, then they can survive and become famous in the martial arts circle from now on.
But if Beichuan wins, Lu Feng and others will all be killed on the spot today.
Therefore, even though Meng Yuanming and others knew that they were no match for Beichuan, they still had to find ways to consume some of Beichuan's power.
In this way, Lu Feng will have a better chance of winning when the time comes.
"When you've beaten enough, you can go and die."
Beichuan put his hands behind his back calmly, and then slowly stepped forward.
Walking towards Meng Yuanming and others with a steady pace, neither hasty nor slowness.
"Hmph! Talking wildly!"
The great elder snorted coldly, then took a deep breath, then stepped forward and punched out.
The Beichuan face did not change its color, and its forward speed did not slow down at all.
Just when the great elder's fist was about to hit his face, Beichuan stretched out his hand slightly.
"Whoa!"
Almost in the blink of an eye, Beichuan's palm had already stretched out from behind to in front of him.
"Crack!"
The next second, he grasped the great elder's fist.
He held it tightly, making the elder unable to move.
The great elder suddenly widened his eyes.
Although his strength is not as good as Yan Hongying and Meng Yuanming.
But among the older generation of warriors, he is not considered to be at the bottom.
However, in front of Beichuan at this time, his little strength was like a child facing an adult.
Beichuan just took action at will, leaving him unable to even struggle.
"The speed is too slow, the strength is too weak."
"Like, trash."
Beichuan sneered and clenched his palms suddenly.
As he clenched his palm like this, the great elder felt as if his fist was about to be crushed to pieces.
"roll."
Beichuan snorted coldly, and suddenly slapped out a palm with his other hand.
"Bang bang!!"
There was a dull impact and vibration, and the great elder took a dozen steps back and sat down on the ground with a thud.
His face turned pale and his spirit was shaken.
The pain in his chest made him feel as if his internal organs were about to be shattered.
"hiss!"
Beichuan's strength made everyone gasp.
"Who else wants to die?"
Beichuan kept walking with amusement on his face.
"I think it's you who wants to die!"
Yan Hongying gritted his teeth and stepped forward.
No matter what he said, he was once the master of a sect.
This Beichuan is also the leader of a sect.
Both of them were sect masters, and Yan Hongying didn't think he would be much worse than Beichuan.
At this time, Yan Hongying used what he had learned all his life, took a few steps and then leaped into the air, then clenched his right fist and punched it hard.
The speed is so fast, it is more than one level faster than the Great Elder.
The powerful power contained in the fist also shocked countless warriors.
"Whoa!"
In the blink of an eye, Yan Hongying's fist had already approached Beichuan.
Beichuan slowly stopped and looked at Yan Hongying calmly.
The next second, Beichuan suddenly took action and swung his arm in a circle.
Immediately afterwards, a palm fanned out.
"Crack!!"
The speed was so fast that people couldn't see his movements clearly.
A crisp slap was heard, and after this sound, a figure suddenly flew out towards the back.
"Plop!"
Two seconds later, the figure fell to the ground.
Yes, Yan Hongying...
Facing Yan Hongying's all-out punch, Beichuan just shot it casually and broke it with one force.
And, with one slap, Yan Hongying was knocked to the ground.