Meng Yuanming did not delay a little time, and turned to Yan Hongying to support it.
"Bang! Pap!"
The two of Yan Hongying and Meng Yuanming joined forces to retreat the elders of the East Martial Artist Zongmen in front of them.
Immediately, the attack broke out continuously, and overturned it directly.
After Meng Yuanming and Yan Hongying, after solving the opponent, they moved again and went to other people to support it.
They did not dare to neglect for a moment.
Because they know that the elders of these East Martial Artists Zongmen, although they are also strong.
However, it is Beichuan.
Beichuan's strength is definitely terrifying that it is unimaginable.
Even if he rarely shot, many people are extremely clear.
Therefore, Meng Yuanming can only clean up these people quickly before Beichuan has not shot.
In this way, when facing Beichuan, you can avoid harassing these people next to them.
"Bang! Bang!"
Yan Hongying and Meng Yuanming, at this time, there are no longer any hand stays. At the fastest speed, the enemy in front of him is overturned directly to the ground.
Soon, there were only three elders left in the martial arts of the Eastern Martial Arts.
And these three elders also saw that the situation was not right, so they no longer worked out, but for most of the time they were defending.
Seeing this, Beichuan finally couldn't sit still.
"Is it enough?"
Beichuan's face with coldness, slowly walking.
Hearing this sound, Yan Hongying and others are all subconscious earthquakes.
Even a powerful master like Meng Yuanming also rose deeply in his eyes.
Beichuan, I'm going to take a shot!
Meng Yuanming doesn't know, can he resist.
"Don't rush to let the leader shot."
"Let's do our best, and we must consume part of his strength first."
"Because, the leader is the last hope. If the Alliance Lord is defeated, we will be completely defeated!"
Meng Yuanming's eyes narrowed slightly, and whispered to the people next to him.
"no problem."
Yan Hongying and others knew the seriousness of this matter, and they nodded silently.
The battle has been progressing to the present, and the end result is already in the hands of Lu Yu and Beichuan.
If Lu Yu can win, then they can live, and from then on, they have been famous in the warrior circle.
But if Beichuan wins, Lu Yu and others will be killed on the spot.
Therefore, Meng Yuanming and others, even if they know that they are not Beichuan's opponents, they still have to find a way to consume some power of Beichuan.
In this way, when Lu Yu arrives, it will be more to win.
"Enough, you, you can die."
Beichuan's hands were carrying lightly, and then stepped forward slowly.
The pace is steady, not in a hurry, walking towards Meng Yuanming and others.
"Huh! Era mad!"
The elder snorted, then took a deep breath, and then took the initiative to punch out.
Beichuan does not change the color, and the speed of moving forward is not diminished.
Just when the elder's fist was about to hit his face, Beichuan reached out slightly.
"Well!"
Almost in the blink of an eye, Beichuan's palm has stretched from behind.
"Pap!"
In the next second, grasp the elder's fist.
Hold it tightly, so that the elderly can not bombs.
The elder, suddenly widened his eyes.
His strength is not as good as Yan Hongying and Meng Yuanming.
But among the older generation of warriors, he did not count at the bottom.
However, in front of Beichuan at this time, his strength was like a child facing an adult.
Beichuan just made a random shot, so he couldn't even struggle even struggling.
"Speed too slow, strength, too weak."
"Like, waste."
Beichuan sneered, and his palm suddenly clenched.
With his palm grip, the elder only felt his fist, as if he was going to be pinched.
"roll."
Beichuan hummed coldly, and the other palm suddenly patted a palm.
"Bang !!"
The stuffy impact shock, the elder's violent retreat for more than ten steps, sitting down and sitting on the ground.
The face is pale, the spiritual shock.
The pain in the chest made him feel that the five internal organs must be broken.
"hiss!"
Beichuan's strength allows everyone to take a bite of air.
"Who else, want to die?"
Beichuan has fun and continue. Continue.
"I see, it's you who want to die!"
Yan Hongying gritted his teeth, and he stepped forward.
No matter how he said, it was once a master.
This Beichuan is also the master of a sect.
Both are the princes, and Yan Hongying doesn't feel that he will be much worse than Beichuan.
At this time, Yan Hongying took out what she had learned throughout her life, took a few steps in a few steps, and then leaped in the air, then held her right fist, smashed it out.
The speed is more than one grade faster than the elder.
The powerful force contained in the boxing surface also surprised countless warriors.
"Well!"
In the blink of an eye, Yan Hongying's fist was approaching Beichuan.
Beichuan slowly stopped his body, and looked at Yan Hongying calmly.
In the next second, Beichuan suddenly shot, and his arms were racing instantly.
Immediately afterwards, a palm was fanned.
"Pap !!"
The speed of speed makes people can't see his movements at all.
After hearing a crisp applause, after the sound, a figure suddenly flew out of the rear.
"Tong!"
Two seconds later, the shadow fell on the ground.
Yes, Yan Hongying ...
In the face of Yan Hongying's full -time punch, Beichuan just shot freely and broke it.
In addition, a slap, turn Yan Hongying directly to the ground.