Ye Banwei's current state may not be able to fight a martial artist at the sixth level of martial arts realm.

What's more, they are numerous and powerful.

Even if he could fight, kill a few subordinates and capture Ye Panluo alive, Meng Qu was willing to do so. As long as he was safe and unaffected, he could pay any price.

Seeing Ye Pan's weak attack, three sixth-level martial arts martial artists quickly joined forces to form a triangular battle formation.

A few of them were affiliated with the elite troops of the Buning Hall, and the Buning Dead Soldiers.

The three of them join forces to fight against some Wuzong, and their combat power is quite strong. Otherwise, how dare they confront Ye Banwu head-on?

After all, although Ye Panluo was injured, he was still a Wuzong in the eighth level of martial arts realm and an extraordinary genius.

Her steps were flowing, her body was like the wind. During her breathing, she had already appeared in front of a restless dead soldier and stabbed her with a sword. The soft sword was like a spirit snake, pressing against the man's neck.

"Puff."

The soft sword floated, and a blood flower instantly bloomed on the neck of the restless man. The next moment, a head rolled down.

Ye Panluo retracted his soft sword, splashed out the blood, took another step, and attacked and killed him.

With just one move, he killed a top martial artist in Buning Palace with just one sword. This was due to severe internal injuries.

It seems that Ye Babawei not only makes her beauty stand on the "Beauty Beauty List", but her strength is also enough to be on the "Fengyun Heroes List".

The weight of the Fengyun Heroes List is definitely no less than that of the Beauty Beauty List.

Women who can win the double list have always received great attention on the land of Lanwu and are favored by major forces.

"Okay! OK, I deserve to be the first genius of Jie Yuhua's generation, hahaha." Meng Qu laughed loudly, not caring about the dead unrestful death warrior at all.

The stronger Ye Panwei shows and the more terrifying his talent, the happier Meng Qu will be.

Because, he must have to conquer Ye Panwei.

Even if Ye Panwei was unwilling to do so, Meng Qu still had enough ways to deal with women. He still had a way of dealing with Ye Panwei's will, and completely controlled her and took it into a plaything. This is something that many men dream of.

Qiu Ningyu said coquettishly and said with some dissatisfaction, "Meng Qu, are you not afraid that I will be unhappy when you eat in the bowl and look at the pot?"

Meng Qu frowned, "How can I be that kind of person? Don't worry, even if I get Ye Pinwei, you will still be the one I love the most."

When you get Ye Pangruo, you, the old woman, will leave immediately!

Meng Yao's face was a little dark. If Meng Qu was not the grandson of the palace master, he would definitely be the first to take action and beat Meng Qu to death.

His subordinates were killed by the enemy, and he was still so happy that he was a rioter in the sixth level of martial arts realm. He was the backbone of the Funing Palace. Cultivating one would cost a huge price.

When Meng Yao thought of such a person, he might become the new owner of the Funing Palace in the future, so he had a headache.

"Swish."

In a moment, two more unrest soldiers fell under Ye Pangwei's sword. Her sword was fast and extremely sharp. The two unrest died just between their necks. A gust of cold wind flew past, and their heads were broken.

The artistic conception of the sword!

Ye Banluo also mastered the artistic conception of the sword.

This is the power of artistic conception. Although Ye Panwei was injured, his understanding of artistic conception has never changed, nor has it weakened at all. The power that can burst out under the sword is quite terrifying.

"It's interesting, I deserve to be the chief disciple of Jie Yuhua, that's just right." Meng Qu murmured.

He is also trying to understand the artistic conception, but now, he is still a hundred and eight thousand miles away from truly mastering the artistic conception. At the fastest, he has to wait until the ninth level of martial arts to master a kind of artistic conception.

“It’s time to close the net.”

Meng Qu put down Qiu Ningyu in his arms, stood up straight from Xue Yinhu. He kicked out with one foot, and his energy gathered on the soles of his feet, like a flying eagle, attacking towards the night-like weak.

"The first move of the Buning Fist Art, the clouds break through the sky!"

A fierce punch came out from Meng Qu's fists, and he rushed towards Ye Banluo's back.

The artistic conception that Meng Qu is trying to master is the artistic conception of fist. Although he has not mastered the artistic conception of fist, he has also realized some things, and the boxing skills he has performed are far more powerful than ordinary people.

Ye Panwei was injured, and his five senses were weak to a certain extent. He did not discover Meng Qu who was attacking him at the first time, just like Chen Ziling was abolished, and his five senses were not as powerful as before.

When she noticed it, Meng Qu was less than one meter away from her.

Ye Banluo turned around at the fastest speed, raised the Xiyun soft sword in his hand to resist Meng Qu's attack.

"Bang--" Two fists hit Xiyun's soft sword, like a pair of heavy hammers that hit him.

Ye Pangwei's already seriously damaged organs trembled violently. A spider-web-like crack appeared on his chest and ribs. Blood sprayed out through his throat and was knocked out several feet and landed on the big bluestone.

Meng Qu is the peak of the seventh level of martial arts realm, and can compete with some eighth level of martial arts realm. Compared to Ye Pan, the gap in strength is still very obvious.

It’s a pity that Ye Panluo’s injuries are so serious now.

What's more, Meng Qu still attacked and attacked.

As long as Ye Pan-weak burst out with 40% of his combat power, he would not be defeated by Meng Qu.

With the severe pain coming from all over her body, Ye Pangwei stood up with Xiyun's soft sword and kept shaking. Blood on the corner of her mouth slashed across her jade neck. Even the sword in her hand was a little unsteady.

At this moment, under her seriously injured body, there was an unyielding will.

"The weak girl has reached this point, so why bother to support her? I don't want to watch you die. I will give you a chance to surrender to the Buning Palace, and I will let you be the leader of the Palace!"

Meng Qu straightened his waist and spoke in a condescending manner.

A woman who has been on the list of beauty beauty has control over life and death in his hands. Meng Qu enjoyed this feeling very much, and even understood her state of mind.

He felt like an emperor who held authority.

A little mockery flashed across Ye Pansweet's lips, "It's a pity that I've been practicing martial arts for the rest of my life, but I'm going to die in the hands of a villain."

"Hahaha, die? There is no such easy thing? You don't surrender. I also have thousands of ways to make you obey and be my plaything with peace of mind."

A bit of ice flashed across the corner of Ye's weak eyebrows, and he took a step forward, and instantly, he crossed several feet and burst out with an extremely sharp sword.

Punching at Meng Qu's eyebrows.

The reason why she talked nonsense with Meng Qu here was to wait for an opportunity and stab the last sword when Meng Qu was so proud.
Chapter completed!