Chapter 55: Bitter Battle

  "What's going on?" Wei Wuming and Wei Ning also ran wildly while looking at Wei Hong's solemn expression, shouting loudly.

  Wei Hong's Lingbo Steps had reached the extreme, and there was even a bead of sweat on his forehead. His right hand was supporting Wei Ning, rapidly consuming his martial energy as he faced the wind, which cut at his face like a knife, but Wei Hong seemed completely unaware.

  "The people behind us are not something we can stop, in short, let's run and talk about it when we reach Fog City." Wei Hong said hastily without even having time to explain.

  Wei Hong's soul force was unfolding, feeling the rear, more and more closely pursuing his own middle-aged man, also changing color, if running like this, waiting for himself to consume all his martial energy, it is impossible to shake off the body behind.

  Wei Hongwang saw a small mountain peak not far ahead, and instantly decided to come down. After several jumps, he arrived at the mountain peak, stopped, put down Wei Ning, and said directly: "This place should not be far from Fog City, you go first."

  "I'm not leaving, something must have happened, I came out of Songlin Town with you, how could I possibly escape alone." Wei Ning didn't even have time to catch his breath, he shook his head directly and said very decisively.

  "You're here, can't help me at all, with Wei Wuming here it's enough, and you must go all out to rush towards Fog City, when you're safe, we can withdraw at any time." Wei Hong directly gave a fierce push, pushing Wei Ning far away, and roared angrily.

  Wei Ning secretly resented his own strength, and had no choice but to turn back again. At the same time, he decided that if Wei Hong could safely arrive at Fog City, he would entrust his life to Wei Hong, because Wei Hong had already saved him at least three times.

  "Ah." Seeing Wei Ning leave, Wei Hong also let out a sigh of relief. Then, he turned his head and was about to say something to Wei Wuming, but seeing the slightly puzzled look on Wei Wuming's face, he smiled lightly and asked: "What's wrong?"

  "You can easily abandon those people from the Wei family's branch, but for Wei Ning, you stayed behind yourself. I really don't understand what you're thinking." Wei Wuming stared tightly at Wei Hong and muttered to himself.

  "Haha, this is simple. For friends, we naturally need to be loyal and share the same fate, while for petty people, there's no need to be soft-hearted." Wei Hong said with a laugh, his voice low.

  "This can wait until we safely arrive in Fog City, next, we need to get through this hurdle first." Wei Hong didn't discuss it further and instead looked into the distance, saying in a solemn tone.

  As soon as Wei Hong's voice fell, a black-clad man rushed over from afar and appeared in front of the two men in an instant. The mask on his face was lifted, revealing a playful expression as he gazed at Wei Hong and the other person.

  Wei Wuming tightly grasped the long spear in his hand, feeling the pressure emanating from the middle-aged man in front of him. His face showed a serious expression, but his eyes gleamed with a fierce intent, his gaze burning hotly as he stared at the middle-aged man.

  "Haha, interesting. I thought only you were worth killing, but unexpectedly, there are two of you. You can rest assured and go now. I believe that by killing both of you, Wei Xiangyang, that old fox, and your Wei Lao, will be very satisfied." Ye Luo looked at Wei Hong and Wei Wuming with a faint smile, not in a hurry, but lightly laughed and said.

  Wei Hong stared at the middle-aged man in front of him, who had tried to kill him last time. The man's face was pale and beardless, with a pair of slender eyes that shone with a hint of ferocity, staring at Wei Hong and Wei Wuming with a murderous glint in his eye.

  "Barbarian King Fist."

  "Poison Dragon Drill"

  Wei Wuming and Wei Hong exchanged a glance, without any nonsense, and directly charged towards Ye Luo.

  Wei Wu Hong's face was icy cold, his fists bursting out with the strongest power, its strength had already reached the Twelve Tigers' Power. The fierce bull let out a loud roar, Wei Wu Hong stepped on the continuous camp, and charged towards Ye Luo's left side.

  Wei Wuming's eyes flashed with a ferocious glint, his right hand tightly grasping the long spear. At this moment, Wei Wuming's forward momentum was like a long spear, directly attacking Ye Luo's right side.

  Looking at the attacks of Wei Hong and Wei Wuming, Ye Luo smiled faintly, his right hand slightly waving, directly blocking Wei Wuming's long gun attack, and then pushed again, pushing Wei Wuming out.

  After forcing Wei Wuming to retreat, Wei Hong's attack also arrived. Ye Luo took a fierce step forward and his left hand collided heavily with Wei Hong's. The intense collision forced Wei Hong to take several steps back, while Ye Luo remained unmoved.

  Wei Hong felt a slight ache in his right hand, looked up at Ye Luo who was still calm and collected, but also showed a hint of distress. If things continued like this, Ye Luo would be able to exhaust himself to death along with Wei Wu Ming.

  Ye Luo's mouth curled up into a cold smile as he abandoned Wei Wuming and charged towards Wei Hong instead. Last time, he had been careless, allowing Wei Hong to escape. This time, he would absolutely not make the same mistake again.

  Bang!

  Ye Luo's fist directly forced Wei Hong to retreat, then transformed his fist into a palm, and with a palm knife, he approached Wei Hong. The slightly fierce knife wind made Wei Hong's face change color, and he hastily retreated with the Lingbo Step, looking somewhat disheveled.

  At this time, Wei Hong's eyes also flashed a cold light, and in the instant he dodged, he drew his own tyrant knife and slashed at Ye Luo, causing his momentum to pause slightly.

  "Wu Zhuan Jin Qiang." At this time, Wei Wuming was not idle either. Instead, he directly urged the long gun from behind, launched the gun intent, and stabbed fiercely at Wei Wuming's back.

  Wei Wuming, at this moment, urged on his long spear, directly attacking Ye Luo. Mixed with the illusory emergence of dozens of long spears, as well as his strongest attack, five real long spears in front, fiercely stabbed towards Ye Luo.

  Ye Luo felt a hint of danger and immediately abandoned Wei Hong, instead turning his hand to block the attack from Wei Wuming. In Ye Luo's view, this strike should have easily blocked Wei Wuming, but he had underestimated the power of Gun Intent.

  Bang!

  Bang!

  Bang!

  Ye Luo's several palm knives collided fiercely with Wei Wuming, and Wei Wuming's several long guns were also dropped to the ground. However, Ye Luo's taste was not good either, and he didn't completely block Wei Wuming's attack. There were still two long guns and gun intent rushing towards him.

  "Pffft!"

  A fierce attack caused Wei Wuming to spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, his face turned slightly pale, but he didn't care at all, gritted his teeth and re-condensed the already dispersed gun intent.

  Wei Wuming's face was slightly distorted, and at this moment, Wei Wuming's side was filled with a swirling gun intent. He retrieved another long gun from his ring, and under the envelopment of the gun intent, it condensed into layers of surrounding walls, directly encircling Ye Luo.

  Although he was surrounded at this moment, he didn't have a single thread of panic, the corner of his mouth revealed a cold smile, and what he had been waiting for was exactly this moment.