The strong men on the Lingxi list all have some discernment, so they can naturally tell the difference.
This time Lu Ye took the initiative to challenge the major sects in Ten Thousand Demon Ridge. Although he was forced to follow the trend, it was actually an opportunity to accumulate invincibility.
It's just that he himself doesn't know this.
Of course, if you want to accumulate, you must first survive.
Don't look at the timidity of the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge that Lu Ye killed during the day, and now no one even dares to go up to fight, but in fact the situation has not improved much for him, and has even become worse.
Because of the day's battle, the people at Ten Thousand Demon Ridge had basically figured out Lu Ye's background, and could take better targets.
No one is going up at the moment, because there are some disputes and differences among the major sects in Ten Thousand Demon Ridge, and several powerful people from the Lingxi List are mediating.
In the end, it was the top twenty strong men who spoke: "Then it's decided. No matter who kills Lu Ye, he will get 20% of the reward, and the rest will be divided equally among the sects who have contributed. Can you guys have it?"
objection?"
When he said this, he looked coldly at the managers of various forces around him.
The differences and disputes here at Ten Thousand Mo Ridge are mainly about the reward after killing Lu Ye. Everyone saw the battle during the day. Not many people who went up survived, and each sect can only fight once.
If the disciple sent out dies, there will be no chance of receiving a reward.
This leads to everyone wanting to be at the back of the queue to take advantage...
If this problem is not solved, it will be difficult for the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge side to work together. After all, the total number of rewards is too large, and everyone will be jealous after seeing it, and no one wants to be a stepping stone for others.
The person who killed Lu Ye would get 20% of the reward, and the rest would be divided equally among the sects who had contributed. This decision was supported by everyone.
In this way, even if his disciples fail to kill Lu Ye, as long as they contribute, they will be able to reap the benefits.
"If there is no objection, then arrange your own manpower and find a way to cut off his fangs. Those who cut off his fangs will get an extra ten percent afterward!" The strong man said coldly.
The strength that Lu Ye showed has made the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge side give up any plan to take his life in a certain battle. This is unrealistic. Although he is at the fifth level, he is much stronger than the average sixth level.
Unless someone from the seventh level takes action, it is impossible for him to be his opponent, so the Ten Thousand Demons Ridge divided the matter of killing Lu Ye into two steps.
After a while, Lu Ye, who was sitting cross-legged on the ring and eating dried meat, slowly stood up and drank the dried meat from his mouth.
Eating is to replenish physical strength and to refine energy. The consumption of spiritual power cannot be completely replenished by elixirs. The talent tree loses the effect of burning erysipelas. Taking too many elixirs will cause his spiritual power to be obscured and affect himself.
of combat effectiveness.
Now his spiritual power is no longer as pure as before, because he took a lot of spiritual pills during his escape.
Although the effect of refining Qi is much worse, it is still better than nothing, and with the auxiliary technique of Taotie Meal, he can actually digest things very quickly.
Another person jumped out from the Ten Thousand Mo Ridge side. Lu Ye took a closer look and saw that it was a soldier cultivator, holding a spear.
As usual, he reported his family status to the opponent, and the opponent rushed towards him, the spear in his hand flashed with light, and the blossoming spears flew towards Lu Ye's vital parts.
Dozens of breaths later, the soldier cultivator was chopped down to the ground...
Lu Ye didn't fight continuously because he found that his power-building effect during the day was not very obvious, so he simply didn't waste his energy. The guys who jumped out of Wan Mo Ridge didn't seem to be too afraid of death.
This may be related to the special environment of the Lingxi battlefield. The two camps in this place have been fighting against each other all year round. Every monk who has grown to the sixth level has been killed. Life and death fights with the enemy are commonplace for them.
Looking back at the monks from Ten Thousand Demon Ridge whom I had killed before, it seemed that very few of them begged him for mercy before they died, and more of them would say harsh words before they died. For example, Dong Shuye would say something about him before he died.
Waiting for Lu Ye on Huangquan Road, even though it is of no use...
Because everyone knows that if you are defeated by a monk from the enemy camp, it is useless to beg for mercy if you cannot escape.
This creates the ruthlessness of Jiuzhou monks who "look down on life and death, and do whatever they want if they don't accept it." This situation becomes more obvious the higher the level of cultivation.
Repair, kill the enemy, repair again, kill the enemy again...
Over and over again, living lives jumped up one after another, most of them turned into dead bodies, and only a few people escaped.
The sky is getting brighter, and the losses in Ten Thousand Demon Ridge are increasing, but this does not seem to have much impact on the newcomers. They will be scared if they jump up, but this does not hinder their determination to fight.
Another night falls.
There was blood everywhere on the floor of the arena, and the pungent smell of blood filled the air, so thick it seemed impossible to dissolve it.
Near the direction of the Haotian Alliance camp, Lu Ye was sitting cross-legged, holding a spiritual stone in each hand. There was still some dried meat in his mouth that had not been swallowed. His head was lowered and he was taking a nap.
After playing two consecutive days and one night, he was already very tired, so now he had to refresh himself every time he played and take this rare opportunity to take a nap.
As for recovery... the Tao Te Fian operates autonomously, and after swallowing a magic pill, there is no need to worry about it.
Weiyang looked at him with distressed eyes. After fighting for such a long time, Lu Ye would inevitably be injured. Under normal circumstances, Weiyang could easily handle these injuries, but due to the constraints of heaven and earth, Lu Ye could not use any help.
External force, that is, those wounds, were all bandaged by himself.
His clothes had long been stained red by blood and were thrown away by him. The red man's upper body was wrapped with some cotton cloth, and the wound was covered with the healing powder Hua Ci prepared for him.
"How many games?" someone asked Li Baxian.
Li Baxian squirmed his dry lips: "Thirty-two games!"
"Thirty-two games!" The person who asked the question took a breath and looked at Lu Ye with his head lowered in front of him with a complicated expression. What an amazing achievement this was.
You must know that these are thirty-two cross-level battles. Judging from the current frequency, we should be able to complete forty battles after dawn!
When the two parties signed the Tianji Deed before, only forty-three sects left their names on the Tianji Deed.
No one thought that Lu Ye could fight forty-three battles, not even Li Baxian. He thought that if Lu Ye could survive the three-day time limit, he would win.
It was something that even Li Baxian could not think of, and the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge side could not even think of it. What kind of person could fight forty-three times without defeat? This kind of thing has never happened in the Kyushu cultivation world.
From the perspective of those powerful people from Ten Thousand Demon Ridge, Lu Ye was dead.
But everyone underestimated Lu Ye's killing speed. Those at the sixth level who engaged in battle were often chopped to the ground by Lu Ye in a short period of time.
The three-day time limit has just passed halfway, and thirty-two games have been fought. Due to the fate, only eleven sects are left to fight.
Even though more monks from both camps have gathered after hearing the news, and the number of people on Golden Light Summit has exceeded 4,000, as long as Lu Ye is still alive after fighting forty-three battles, he will win.
Even if the cultivators of Ten Thousand Demon Ridge later were unwilling to do anything, they would not dare to do anything, because under the constraints of the Tianji Contract, once they took action against Lu Ye, not only would they have to be killed by the Haotian Alliance, but the forty-three people in the group would also be killed.
The sects whose names were written on the Tianji Deed, and even the powerful ones on the Lingxi List, had to deal with them.
This is the justice of heaven and will never be provoked by anyone.
There are only eleven games left before the final victory, but Li Baxian is becoming more and more uneasy. He doesn't know if his junior brother can persist, because the aura on his body is already a bit obscure.
It was caused by swallowing a large amount of spiritual pills. This will undoubtedly have a great impact on the junior brother. The obscure spiritual power will affect his strength. The most obvious point is that Lu Ye's killing speed has slowed down now, and his knife is not as sharp as before.
, the speed is not as fast as before.
Each battle takes longer and longer. The longer the battle, the greater the consumption, and the more spiritual elixir is needed to replenish it, which will fall into a vicious cycle.
When the time for burning incense came, Weiyang couldn't bear it, but she still poked Lu Ye gently: "Little junior brother."
Lu Ye suddenly raised his head, with a tired look in his eyes. He was confused for a moment, and then he realized what he was doing and swallowed the unchewed dried meat in his mouth. He stood up with a long knife in his hand and looked at the monks from Ten Thousand Demon Ridge opposite him.
, said the words that have been said more than thirty times: "Blue Blood Sect, Lu Ye!"
The battle resumes, on the ring, the sword flashes, the body rushes forward, and the blood flies.
One battle after another started, subsided, and the sky became bright again.
On the stage, a petite figure was like lightning, jumping around Lu Ye at extremely fast speeds.
Lu Ye had several wounds on his body, and his flesh and blood were curled up. These were caused by his opponent in this battle. He held his long knife and stood quietly on the spot.
After so many consecutive battles, he finally met the first guy that gave him trouble.
This is a demon cultivator. The two furry ears on his head look like a cat. If it just looks like it, it doesn't matter. The key is that this guy is really as flexible as a cat.
In terms of pure speed, Lu Ye would probably not be able to match them even in his prime. Such a guy must be one of the trump cards prepared by Ten Thousand Demon Ridge. She has not been allowed to play before because Lu Ye is in good condition. Now Lu Ye
Ye was consumed too much, and the Wanmoling side probably thought it was time to let this cat demon appear.
After this trump card was revealed, Lu Ye fell into a passive position as expected. He was not as fast as anyone else. He slashed with a few knives. Not only did he fail to kill the opponent, but he also exposed his own flaws. This is how the wounds on his body came from.
It was another round of confrontation that was so fast that it was dizzying. When Lu Ye's long knife fell, it split an afterimage, and at the same time, there was pain in his waist and abdomen.
He kicked out, and the cat demon held the kick with both hands, took off and landed deftly.
Lu Ye staggered back, struck the ground with his sword, and almost fell to his knees, causing Weiyang to scream in surprise.
This chapter has been completed!