Lu Ye changed his normal behavior and took the initiative to attack. This was something no one expected, and it aroused the suspicion of many people in Ten Thousand Demon Ridge, wondering whether he wanted to die because of the broken spiritual weapon...
In the flash of lightning, the two of them were already fighting each other, and clanking sounds were heard as their spiritual weapons kept colliding.
Hu Ping is also a military cultivator, and the spiritual weapon in his hand is also a knife. However, the difference between Lu Ye's knife is that his knife is much wider and shorter. It is a traditional machete.
As a disciple from a third-grade sect, Hu Ping himself is quite strong. Although he has no record of killing enemies beyond the ranks, there are few fellow practitioners who are his opponents.
Especially when the sword technique of the hand is opened and closed, there is a strong wind sweeping away the fallen leaves. If Lu Ye's sword is sharp and aggressive, then his sword is violent and fierce.
However, after fighting Lu Ye, who was at the fifth level, he was shocked to find that he couldn't use his sword skills at all. It was true that his opponent's spiritual weapon was broken, but his speed and strength were not something he could compete with.
After several slashes, he was unable to block the opponent's fierce attack. He couldn't help but retreat, and the tiger's mouth was a little cracked. In his feeling, the person he was fighting was not a fifth-level monk at all, but a fifth-level monk.
A beast full of blood.
The feeling of oppression is too strong!
With a clang, Hu Ping leaned back, and the spiritual weapon in his hand almost flew out. He wanted to steady his body, but his foot slipped.
Too many people died in this arena, and the blood of each challenger dyed the entire Golden Light Dome blood red. Hu Ping, who came to the stage for the first time to fight, suffered a big loss because of this.
A flash of bright sword light flashed by. Hu Ping forced himself to steady his body and tried to block it with his sword. However, the sword light bypassed his spiritual weapon and chopped down hard.
At this moment, it was too late to resist. Hu Ping, who also had many experiences in life-and-death fights, felt cruel and slashed towards Lu Ye's neck with a knife.
It took only ten breaths for the battle to begin, but the two sides were already meeting life and death, causing everyone to scream.
There was no panic in Hu Ping's eyes, because he knew that Lu Ye's broken sword could not do anything to him. The opponent's spiritual weapon was indeed of good quality, but since it was broken, it would not be able to exert its original power, so against him
He's not much of a threat.
But his knife was different. He slashed at Lu Ye's neck. If the opponent didn't activate the defensive spirit patterns, this knife could mean the difference between life and death!
As he expected, when his spiritual weapon struck Lu Ye's neck, a spiritual pattern there blocked the blow, but he did not stop, but continued to press it, thereby consuming the opponent's spiritual power.
However, the pain in his chest surprised him, and blood spurted out. Hu Ping could no longer care about anything else, and quickly jumped back with the help of the chopping force.
When he lowered his head and looked down, he saw that a foot-long wound had been cut on his chest, and the treasure armor he was wearing had been cut through directly, and his aura was gone!
Hu Ping's scalp suddenly felt numb, and he didn't understand what was going on.
The reason why he dared to take Lu Ye's sword forcefully was that the spiritual weapon in Lu Ye's hand was broken and his power was greatly reduced. Secondly, he was protected by a treasured armor. Although the quality of this treasured armor was not high, it still had some protection.
He relied on this piece of armor to save himself from danger many times.
However, this time the treasure armor was actually cut through and failed to provide him with any protection.
Wasn't the opponent's spiritual weapon broken? Why is it still so sharp?
All kinds of thoughts were tumbling in his mind, and there was no time to think about it, because Lu Ye had already bullied him, and when he was unprepared, he stabbed him straight with the knife.
The fiery red spiritual energy clinging to the long sword with a section cut off contained invincible power. Hu Ping roared and raised his sword to block it.
The sound of clanking sounded again, and the two of them were fighting for an instant. However, Hu Ping, who had lost his mind before, was completely suppressed this time. He felt that the opponent's offensive was not only fierce, but also continuous.
After more than ten breaths, Hu Ping suddenly froze on the spot. The sword in his hand was raised high, but he could no longer swing it down. He looked down at his chest, his eyes filled with fear.
At the chest, the broken knife had penetrated into his chest along the damaged position of the armor without any hindrance.
Close at hand, with their eyes facing each other, Lu Ye looked at the enemy in front of him with a calm expression: "My name is Lu Ye! Blue Blood Sect Lu Ye!"
With one kick, Hu Ping flew far away and fell to the ground, motionless.
Lu Ye gasped for breath, dragged his steps staggeringly, returned to the previous position, sat down cross-legged, threw a spiritual elixir into his mouth, and lowered his head.
On top of the golden light, it was still silent.
After a while, Hu Ping's senior brother stepped forward to check and found that Hu Ping was already dead!
Whispers started to sound and gradually became noisy...
Hu Ping was also defeated! In this battle where the Wanmo Ridge side was infinitely close to victory, Hu Ping was killed!
You must know that this battle was originally a battle for Ten Thousand Demon Ridge to end this dispute. No matter who looked at it, Lu Ye, whose spiritual weapon was broken, could not be Hu Ping's opponent.
But in fact, Hu Ping only took two stabs from Lu Ye and died.
Lu Ye was also slashed twice by him, but both were resolved by the guardian spirit pattern.
Some monks have already figured out that the problem lies in the spiritual weapon. Even though it was broken, its power does not seem to be affected.
The Wanmoling monk named Zian had a solemn expression and his face turned slightly pale. He was secretly glad that Lu Ye chose Hu Ping, otherwise he might be the one who fell in this battle.
Everyone thought that Lu Ye had his fangs broken, but whoever had experienced that, those broken fangs were just as unstoppable!
Looking at the figure sitting there quietly with his head lowered, as if he might fall down at any time, Zian breathed a sigh of relief.
Although Hu Ping was killed, it would not have much impact on him. The next battle would be with him. If he loses... only the people from the Holy Fire Cult will be left. That guy from the Holy Fire Cult is better than him and Hu Ping.
Weak, let alone hopeless.
So no matter what, this battle cannot be lost!
If he wants to win, he must not be hit by the opponent. The lethality of the spiritual weapon is too terrifying, but he is also a soldier, and there is no way to avoid this when fighting close to others.
Big head for a while!
Before he could come up with a countermeasure, someone from Ten Thousand Demon Ridge reminded him: "The time is up!"
Li Baxian glared at him fiercely!
When Lu Ye started to rest, the incense candle he lit was extinguished. Lu Ye, who had lowered his head to take a nap, raised his head again. Under the gaze of thousands of pairs of eyes, he stood up holding his broken knife as he did just now, his body staggering and his steps
Vain.
The eyes of a group of cultivators from Ten Thousand Demon Ridge jumped at the sight. Lu Ye looked like he might fall down at any time, but it turned out that once this guy started to fight with others, he started to become more powerful.
If they hadn't seen him fight for more than forty times in a row, everyone would have thought that this guy was just pretending.
No one knows what kind of belief and will kept this mere fifth-level monk from falling, and was still invincible on the blood-stained arena.
Zian walked out, and the two parties reported each other's home addresses as usual.
There was a buzzing in Lu Ye's ears. It was caused by excessive energy. He didn't understand what they were saying, but it didn't matter. The senior sister would remember it.
boom……
The moment the spiritual power exploded, two figures rushed towards each other. This monk from Wan Mo Ridge was not frightened by Lu Ye's terrifying performance. He did not even take a defensive position. Instead, he took the initiative to fight. He was also a soldier and knew that attacking was the key.
The best defense!
As the battle between spiritual weapons came, the two figures kept moving and intersecting on the ring, sparks flying in the collision.
Everyone on the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge side has their hearts in their throats, because they know that if they lose this battle again, they really have no chance. Although there is still a Holy Fire Cult left, the strength of the Holy Fire Cult is not as good as that of Hu.
Ping is not as good as Zian. If he faces Lu Ye, there is only a dead end.
Three breaths, five breaths, ten breaths, twenty breaths, fifty breaths...
The cultivators in Ten Thousand Demon Ridge who were paying close attention to the battle situation took a long breath, the battle situation has stabilized!
Everyone secretly praised that he was worthy of being from a second-grade sect. His background was indeed stronger than others. Among the people he had faced before, no one could compete with Lu Ye for such a long time in a head-on confrontation without showing signs of weakness.
of.
There were people who persisted under Lu Ye for a long time, but they were chased away, focusing on consuming Lu Ye's spiritual power and laying the foundation for victory for those who came after him. This was the first person who could compete head-on with Lu Ye for so long.
With such strength, he already has the capital to fight across levels.
At this moment, Lu Ye became more and more awake as he fought. Although his ears were still buzzing and some blurry scenes occasionally flashed before his eyes, the pressure coming from the other side told him that this was a person whose strength and speed were not inferior to his.
opponent.
To deal with such an opponent, we can only fight quickly.
Lu Ye knew his situation. He didn't have much spiritual power anymore. If he continued to fight like this, he would definitely not be able to hold on. Once his spiritual power was exhausted and he still couldn't defeat his opponent, he would have no choice but to die.
After changing his mind, he faced the opponent's blow. Instead of resisting and dodging, he slashed at the opponent.
This sword startled the cultivator from Ten Thousand Demon Ridge. Lu Ye dared to take a blow from him, but he did not dare to take a blow from Lu Ye. The many lives he had taken before told him a truth. The spiritual weapon in Lu Ye's hand was unbelievably powerful.
That is not a spiritual weapon that low-level monks can possess.
He dodged hastily.
The rhythm was instantly disrupted. Originally, he and Lu Ye were evenly matched in their attack, but when he started to defend, he had lost the original vigor in his heart and became helpless.
Between retreating and advancing, Lu Ye had already struck seven or eight times in a row. Although he failed to complete his attack, the situation had begun to turn. From the scene, Lu Ye gradually gained the upper hand and slowly suppressed his opponent.
The man obviously knew that continuing like this was not an option. Just when he was thinking about countermeasures, there was a clicking sound and his hand suddenly lightened.
When he raised his eyes, he saw that the souls of the dead were all around him, and his spiritual weapon had actually been cut off!
Lu Ye fought in more than 40 consecutive battles, and except for his long sword, which was a spiritual weapon that was cut off by the Ten Thousand Moling side, he had never cut off an enemy's spiritual weapon.
The sharp spiritual pattern is indeed powerful, but the spiritual weapon itself is also very strong. Those previous opponents were either hacked to death by him or did not confront him head-on. Naturally, he did not have this chance.
But the person in front of him was different. In the previous attacks between the two sides, every time there was a collision between spiritual weapons! Even if Lu Ye didn't activate the sharp spiritual patterns every time, the spiritual weapons in the opponent's hands couldn't resist.
The long knife fell down, bringing up a shower of blood!
This chapter has been completed!