When his whereabouts were broken by Li Baxian, the young man knew that he had no way out. He made all kinds of gestures just to paralyze Li Baxian. At this moment, he shouted out, he stopped talking and waved his hand.
The two scimitars in his hand made a gesture: "Then come."
Lu Ye raised his hand and pressed it on the handle of the knife, holding it gently.
Li Baxian's voice rang in his ears: "Junior brother, be careful. This guy is a ghost cultivator. Even though he is only at the eighth level of cultivation, in fact, his real cultivation is at the seventh level of heaven."
, the spiritual aperture has been opened to more than 240. Of course, this position is tempered by the suppression of Tianji. The strength he can exert is only the ordinary eighth-level level, but his experience in killing enemies will not be suppressed, and his strength and speed will not be suppressed.
It is not comparable to the ordinary eighth-level realm. Even if you can defeat the ordinary eighth-level realm, you may not be his opponent."
"I know!"
Lu Ye responded, and when he finished speaking, gravel flew under his feet, and he had already rushed towards the sinister young man. He didn't care what Li Baxian's considerations were for letting him face such an opponent alone, but now the Lingxi defense battle was coming to an end.
If you have such an opportunity to kill the enemy, you should cherish it.
Almost at the same time that Lu Ye made a move, a stream of light came and flew in front of Lu Ye in an instant.
The long sword was unsheathed, and Lu Ye slashed out with one strike. When sparks flew everywhere, Lu Ye felt a strong force coming towards him. The tiger's mouth instantly shattered, and the Panshan knife in his hand was lifted up suddenly due to the impact.
Following this force, Lu Ye flicked his long knife and flew away the stream of light that had hit his chest.
The stream of light was clearly a scimitar in the opponent's hand. The blow just now was just the power of the opponent's weapon. The scimitar spun and flew into the air. However, a wound appeared on Lu Ye's chest, and blood flowed out, but it was caused by the opponent's blow.
Wounded by the strength of the scimitar.
Before he could stabilize his figure, the figure in front of him was blurred, and the sinister young man had already rushed forward at an extremely fast speed!
Ghost cultivators are known for their speed, not to mention that this is a ghost cultivator at the seventh level of heaven. The coordination and suppression of Tianji indeed allows him to only display the strength of the eighth level, but even if he suppresses it again, this speed is not ordinary.
The eighth-level realm can be compared with it.
Another scimitar in the opponent's hand was coming towards him. Lu Ye raised the sword to block it. There was a clang sound and he stumbled back. At the same time, a strong wind hit behind his head, but it was the one who was slashed away by him.
The scimitar came back to kill again.
The art of controlling weapons is simply incomprehensible to Lu Ye right now.
Hua Ci looked nervous, and Li Baxian had already grasped a sword light. Although he asked Lu Ye to fight against this ghost cultivator, he would not just sit back and do nothing. If Lu Ye was really worried about his life, he would
Take action.
Just as the scimitar flying back was about to hit the back of Lu Ye's head, a spiritual pattern suddenly appeared.
A cracking sound was heard, and the guard was shattered. At the same time, Lu Ye's head sank downwards, narrowly avoiding the attack of the owl's head. Several broken hairs flew away, and at the same time, the long knife in his hand stabbed straight, and when the fiery red spiritual power clung to it, it was sharp.
Spiritual pattern blessing.
The ghost cultivator turned sideways to avoid the blow, and the scimitar flipped in his hand like a living thing, cutting the flesh and blood on Lu Ye's arm at an incredible angle, causing blood to flow out.
Only three breaths into the battle, Lu Ye already had two more wounds on his body. Although the injuries were not serious, it could be seen that there was a big gap in strength between them. If the fight continued like this, Lu Ye's situation would only get worse and worse.
Feng Yuechan glanced at Li Baxian leisurely, his eyes full of inquiry.
Li Baxian shook his head slowly. It was not the time to intervene now. The reason why he asked Lu Ye to deal with this ghost cultivator was mainly because the opportunity was rare. Although he had taught Lu Ye in the Blue Blood Religion for twenty days before, it was still
The senior brother taught his junior brother that even if he was ruthless and injured Lu Ye repeatedly, it would be difficult for Lu Ye to truly experience the feeling of life and death, because both of them knew that Li Baxian could not really kill him.
But the situation is different now. Lu Ye is fighting against a monk from Ten Thousand Demon Ridge. If he is not careful enough, he will really die.
As a military cultivator, if you can't get used to this feeling of wandering on the edge of life and death, it will be difficult to break through yourself.
However, the current situation makes Li Baxian secretly hesitant. He feels that he has acted too hastily and that the opponent he chose for Lu Ye is too strong. With his current strength, the junior brother may still have a chance against an ordinary eighth-level player. Facing the current opponent, it is indeed
Hard work.
Fortunately, although Lu Ye was completely at a disadvantage, his fighting spirit remained intact.
In the blink of an eye, the two exchanged several more moves. The ghost cultivator was much stronger than Lu Ye in terms of speed and strength. In addition, he was able to use the art of wielding weapons, so Lu Ye was really embarrassed in the fight.
He gradually became familiar with the opponent's rhythm. Although he could not restore the decline, he used the guardian spirit pattern to block the opponent's weapon power several times and took advantage of the opportunity to counterattack.
During the fight between Dingdang, the ghost cultivator suddenly took back the scimitar he had flown away.
Because he discovered that this Jade Blood Sect monk who was famous in Jinguangding was really great, and his real strength was definitely beyond the sixth level. He thought he could easily deal with the opponent, so he had already made up his mind to capture Lu Ye and hold him hostage.
In exchange for your own way of life.
He didn't dare to delay it any longer. Feng Yuechan and Li Baxian were watching eagerly, putting a lot of pressure on him.
In such a close-quarters fight, the weapon can't exert much power, so it's better to take it back. With two scimitars in hand, the attack speed suddenly increases a lot.
Lu Ye immediately fell into bad luck and had scars all over his body.
But as the scars increased, the speed and strength of his sword attacks also increased, and the spiritual power clinging to the sword became much stronger.
After more than ten breaths, Lu Ye slowly stabilized his position and was actually able to fight with the opponent.
The ghost cultivator had a face full of surprise and didn't understand how Lu Ye could have made such a huge improvement in such a short period of time.
After more than ten breaths, he was shocked to find that in the competition of speed and strength, he began to fall into a disadvantage!
When the spiritual weapons collide, not only will Lu Ye be injured, but scars will also gradually appear on his body.
At this moment, the Panshan Sword's blade was already a bright red, as if it had drunk blood. If you observe it carefully, you will also find a faint blood steaming around Lu Ye's body.
The ghost cultivator finally realized something was wrong and exclaimed: "Blood treasure?"
The so-called blood treasure is a special kind of spiritual weapon. The spiritual weapon is imprinted with blood sacrifice spiritual patterns. After the owner is injured or actively donates his own blood, the power will become stronger. The more blood the blood treasure swallows, the more powerful it will be.
The bigger.
So when he saw such a change in the Panshan Knife in Lu Ye's hand, the ghost cultivator thought that this knife was a blood treasure. The blood treasure is powerful, but once the power of the blood treasure is activated, it will be extremely harmful to the user, because it
It will continuously swallow blood, and if you are not careful, you will die of blood.
Therefore, in the world of cultivation, blood treasures are not very popular, and ordinary monks will not use this kind of spiritual weapon.
Even the ghost cultivator could tell that something was not right with the Panshan Sword. Li Baxian naturally noticed it too, and his expression became serious. He just wanted Lu Ye to gain some experience in fighting powerful enemies. Who would have thought that his junior brother could actually
The blood treasure has been activated, which is not good. If this damages the foundation and vitality of the younger junior brother, the second senior sister will definitely smash his head.
"It's not a blood treasure, fourth senior brother, don't worry." Hua Ci's voice sounded.
"What is that?" Li Baxian asked.
Hua Ci explained: "Lu Ye has mastered a kind of spirit pattern called Xueran, and what he is activating at this moment is probably the power of that spirit pattern." Before, at Madam Yun's place, Lu Ye had revealed the four spiritual patterns he had mastered.
Regarding the information about the spirit pattern, Hua Ci was present at the time, so he naturally remembered it.
"Blood-stained?" Li Baxian frowned. He didn't know much about spirit patterns and couldn't calm down to study them, so he didn't know what the blood-stained spirit patterns were.
But as long as the knife is not a blood treasure, it will be fine.
There was a clanging sound, but the confrontation was still going on. Lu Ye was covered in scars, but strangely, the blood flowing out of all the wounds turned into blood mist, without even a trace dripping down.
If you take off Lu Ye's clothes at this moment, you can see a complex spiritual pattern slowly rotating on his chest. The spiritual pattern is completely made of blood. The blood mist lingers around him, making his eyes change.
Get scarlet.
The blood-stained spirit pattern is not blessed on the Panshan Sword, but on one's own body.
As his own blood continued to atomize, Lu Ye drew the knife faster and faster, with more and more force, which had already exceeded his own limit.
The situation was completely reversed. The ghost cultivator who originally had the upper hand was now facing Lu Ye's slash with the long sword, but he could only parry and had no power to fight back.
After a fierce battle, the ghost cultivator was hit in the chest by Lu Ye's knife. A scream was heard. The ghost cultivator fell back a few steps. There was a huge cut wound on the chest and blood was flowing.
When he raised his eyes, he saw a pair of eyes with red light floating in front of him. Among the figures wrapped in blood mist, a long knife slashed down like a violent storm.
He roared and set up his spiritual weapon.
The sound of the blade cutting through flesh and blood was heard. Lu Ye held the knife in his hand and stepped behind the ghost cultivator. He landed lightly on the ground, flicked the blood stains on the Panshan knife, and put the knife back into its sheath.
The ghost cultivator behind him stiffened, maintaining a resisting posture, and then fell down hard, with blood flowing from his body.
The blood mist that wrapped Lu Ye suddenly dispersed, revealing his body that had been covered by the blood mist. His body went limp, and before he fell to the ground, Li Baxian had already supported him.
"I lost my strength!" Lu Ye explained, and then his face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye, as he had lost too much blood.
Li Baxian's expression was complicated, and he held it in for a long time before he said: "Junior brother, you are working too hard."
Such a result was something he never expected. Even if Lu Ye said before that he could kill at the eighth level, he just thought it was the arrogance of a young man and was ready to intervene in the battle at any time.
As a result, my junior brother really killed him!
Killed single-handedly!
This is too fierce.
That is a heaven-level seventh-level realm! Even if it is suppressed, it will not be worse than an ordinary ninth-level realm.
Li Baxian suddenly realized that he seemed to have underestimated this junior brother.
