When Wang Shiheng arrived, the people who were still besieging just now all dispersed. He quickly supported Manager Wang and looked carefully. He was injured and he was very serious. He might die later.

He took out some golden sore medicine, and heard Manager Wang gasp and said, "Don't worry about me, hurry up, go and help Mr. Chen." He comforted softly: "Yuan Jing has always been very sensible in doing things. He said that there is nothing wrong, so there will be nothing wrong." He spilled the medicine on the wound first, then applied it, then raised his head and looked aside.

Sure enough, even if Mao Ming added in, the three of them surrounded Shen Yuanjing and fought in a row, but they had a little resolute recovery, and he felt relieved.

If there is no new force joining, Shen Yuanjing thought that if there are another thirty or fifty moves, he would be able to severely damage or kill Meng Xiang. Now that he sees the newcomer's kung fu, he is expected to win and just push the next step. As for whether he can kill one of them, it is hard to say.

Mao Ming came new, and he was not sure about Shen Yuanjing's skills, but when he saw that he could kill two innately seek help, he thought that his skills were extremely high. Although he saw that his opponent's sword was not very fierce, he did not dare to advance rashly. Instead, he focused on assisting Xing Qing, and had many defense moves to let his companions concentrate on attacking.

Xing Qing let out a long sigh. He was good at attacking but not defending. He often asked his opponent to intercept it after half of his tricks. He could only use seven or eight points in his entire skill. What's even more fatal is that Meng Xiang had to do it. If he hadn't been restrained, he would have died long ago and could not have died again.

At this moment, with someone on the side to protect him, he was full of energy, and the thunder god danced like a whirlwind, hammered, thorned, wiped, and transformed his wishes. He actually made a great sound, but instead suppressed Shen Yuanjing.

The subordinates brought by the three people next to him seemed to be at a disadvantage and were ready to move. Several people touched them first, and one with a spear secretly approached from behind Shen Yuanjing.

Manager Wang was a little worried about seeing it and couldn't help but ask for a reminder, but Wang Shiheng stopped it. With the realm of a congenital master, if he was attacked casually by such a person, it would be a joke.

The man touched his back and suddenly stabbed him with a shot. Seeing that the enemy was unprepared, his face showed a look of pride. At this time, the three innate masters on his side all shouted in his heart: "Idiot!" but he was unwilling to remind him, obviously he was holding a grudge against what happened just now.

Sure enough, as the gun head was approaching, Shen Yuanjing turned to the side and avoided it. Before pulling the sword to hold Xing Qing's hammer, he also wiped his throat, as if nothing had happened just now.

The other few rushed over, frightened and retreated repeatedly. Meng Xiang originally wanted several people to come and help, but he moved his mouth and held back himself. These people were subordinates of Wang Fei, the "Flying King" Wang Fei. He was used to being domineering as his backer. How could he listen to his orders?

However, he couldn't hold on at this moment. The Three Evils Divine Arts he practiced were purely internal strength techniques. Although it was powerful, it was not very effective in cooperation with moves. If it were an ordinary opponent, he would be able to pass it off quickly with a few tricks created by birds and beasts. If he met a master like Shen Yuanjing, he would have been defeated for a long time and could not hold on for so long.

But this time, he had been in stalemate for so long. He changed the cold, heat and poison all over, and did not dare to relax for a moment. He thought to himself: "It's all the blame for the Wang Feigou thief. I just asked him for secrets, so I would have taken such a big risk. If I were willing to give me the skills earlier, I wouldn't have been so passive."

Thinking of this in his heart, he felt like he was retreating and shook his eyes at Xing Qing and Mao Ming on the side. Mao Ming had no expression. Xing Qing was furious and said to himself: "This dog has no effect at all. If I hadn't been protecting me just now, I would have been dismissed from someone else's body. How could he actually want to escape?"

He is a master of Yuezhou. If there is any major event, he cannot avoid it. Naturally, he knows that the two masters are all going out together, which has a purpose. When he draws the bow, there will be no turning back. How can he retreat?

So he glared at Meng Xiang fiercely, and the latter was so panicked by him that he said to himself, "It's bad, this old guy is a little scrupulous, so he's holding a grudge against me." Thinking of this, his hands became even more powerless and his tricks became messy.

How could Shen Yuanjing miss such a good opportunity? The sword suddenly became stronger, his face turned pale, and the sword filled with internal strength swung, and two strokes, swung Xing Qing and Mao Ming's weapons, and stabbed Meng Xiang back, pointing his throat one by one.

In a hurry, Meng Xiang barely blocked with his left hand, and the long sword pierced into his forearm, leaving only a few drops of blood. He was using the White Evil Palm, which was frozen.

Shen Yuanjing had to make up for another sword, and Xing Qing and Mao Ming's attack came again, so he had to resist the two of them first. At this time, Meng Xiang escaped and should attack again, but he made an unexpected move, turned his body and actually fled.

The two people next to them were stunned and their hands slowed down. Xing Qing was beaten again and cursed: "Dog thief, when I get out of here, I will definitely not give up with you."

Mao Ming next to him suddenly turned his attack into defense, and slashed with a knife, just like the waves, and rushed towards him. Shen Yuanjing avoided a little and was about to fight back. Xing Qing next to him was relieved and wanted to come forward to help, but he saw him put away his big knife, without saying a word, and turned around and left, which was faster than Meng Xiang.

Xing Qing was so angry that he was trembling and almost couldn't speak. He was about to insult him, but when he saw Shen Yuanjing looking at him with a burning look, his heart skipped a beat and said in his heart: "It's bad!"

He retreated repeatedly and wanted to escape, but his opponent refused to let go. The long sword attacked, and he did not give him a chance to breathe. He knew he was defeated, and while he barely resisted, he looked wandering, trying to get close to those subordinates and get a little chance.

But when he glanced at the side, his lungs were about to explode. It turned out that Meng Xiang was the first to escape. When he passed by, there was a head start among the group and said sarcastically: "I am still a master innate. I can't fight against the enemy, but I run away to the top."

Meng Xiang was furious and thought that these people had just been desperate to save them, so he paused and rushed forward. The leader did not look down on him very much and called his companions to attack. He sneered, used the black evil technique, swung his palm, and interrupted the opponent's long sword. The remaining momentum was not diminished, and he slapped it in his chest.

The leader took a few steps back, his face turned red, and he fell to the ground without saying a word, and a smell of meat floated up. The people next to him were shocked, and then he realized the power of the innate power. He quickly stopped the weapons, but it was too late. He taught him to knock them to the ground with one palm.

He was so angry that he killed more than a dozen people, regardless of the sound of these people begging for mercy. The rest scattered everywhere, and he was still chasing, but when he heard Xing Qing roar, "Bastard!" He was so scared that he shivered, and he could no longer care about anything else, and chased Mao Ming.

"Why can't I control this!" He regretted while walking, and said to himself: "Observing the two great masters, I can't stay in Yuezhou anymore. Now I can only escape to Fengzhou. I can't go to the Black Emperor."

Xing Qing really wanted to chase after him, but he was powerless. Shen Yuanjing held him firmly in his hand. While he was in a daze, he suddenly stabbed the tip of the Thunder Cone, and then slashed the hammer body with another sword, cutting off a small piece.

He knew that the situation was hopeless and shouted, "Sir, please spare me!" Shen Yuanjing ignored it, and the sword just stabbed him blindly.

He was not able to leave or beg for mercy. Xing Qing was ruthless and held a hammer to hit him, completely ignoring his own safety and just to hurt the enemy.
Chapter completed!