According to the information provided by the Hao Ren brothers and sisters, important places such as the Qingtian Sect's mineral veins must be guarded by ninth-level monks, and there are more than one, probably three or four, because the mineral veins are relatively large, with a ninth-level monk guarding them.
The border guards can't come over.
And once his whereabouts are exposed there, he will definitely be hunted down.
Looking at it now, the situation is similar to what was expected before. Hao Ren attracted two ninth-level people from over there.
What we have to do now is very simple, find a way to kill these two Qingtian Sect monks!
In the night sky, the two chasing figures were extremely obvious, and they were constantly approaching Lu Ye's direction.
The two people were still three miles away when Hao Ren rushed in front of Lu Ye, making Lu Ye couldn't help but sigh, after all, he was a ghost cultivator, he could only run so fast!
The two ninth-level flying weapons actually didn't catch up with him.
However, at this moment, Hao Ren's neck was covered with some strange lines that Lu Ye had seen on the Blue Feather Butterfly. I think the speed was due to the activation of some secret techniques.
His face was slightly pale and gray.
Nodding slightly to Lu Ye, Hao Ren walked to the agreed position and suddenly disappeared.
As soon as he stepped forward, two silhouettes of the flying spiritual weapons arrived not far in front of Lu Ye. A stream of light came straight towards Lu Ye, which was the light of the imperial weapons.
Lu Ye raised his eyes and took a look. He felt that the power of this guy's imperial weapon was not as good as his own, and the aura on his body was not very bright. He obviously took a lot of spiritual pills. This ninth level was much worse than that of Yuan Guang.
"It's not that ghost cultivator!" Fa Xiu, who had not taken any action, suddenly said.
The stream of light from the imperial weapon was slightly deflected and flew past Lu Ye's cheek. The strong wind it brought caused pain to his face. From the beginning to the end, Lu Ye didn't move at all, as if he was scared to death.
In fact, Lu Ye was confident that he could dodge or block the blow, so he made no unnecessary moves.
The person who attacked Lu Ye must have been a military cultivator, because he was stepping on a knife.
When monks fly with weapons, they can choose specialized flying weapons, or they can choose their own spiritual weapons to kill enemies. The two are different.
The flying experience of a specialized flying spirit weapon is undoubtedly more comfortable because the space is larger, the speed is faster, and the flight is smoother, but it consumes more money.
For example, it is possible for the military cultivator in front of me to fly with the help of a spiritual weapon used to kill enemies, but the experience is not as good as the former. The advantage is to save spiritual energy.
Moreover, some spiritual weapons used to kill enemies are not suitable for flying. Swords and the like are okay. Flying with a sword and flying with a sword are pretty cool. If you use a mace, the flying posture of flying with a weapon is a bit spicy.
Eye.
Whether to choose a specialized flying spiritual weapon or a spiritual weapon that can kill enemies with one's own help ultimately depends on one's own wealth.
This is similar to how monks choose weapons to kill enemies when they reach the seventh level. The spiritual weapons in some monks' hands can be used for close combat or mid-range defense against enemies.
Monks spend a lot of money to practice. The spiritual pills they take on daily basis and the spiritual stones used for practice are all expenses.
When your cultivation level is low, you still need to buy some talismans for self-defense.
When reaching the seventh level, many monks need to purchase royal weapons.
When you reach the eighth level, you have to buy flying spiritual weapons again.
When you reach the ninth level, you have to buy heaven-level techniques...
Therefore, monks at this level of Lingxi Realm have a very hard life most of the time and it is difficult to accumulate wealth.
The price of specialized flying spiritual weapons is not low. They cost two to three hundred spiritual stones. The better the flying spiritual weapons, the more expensive they are. There are some that cost tens of thousands of spiritual stones.
Although Lu Ye has not yet reached the level of flying with weapons, he still has some understanding of these things.
So one look at the soldier flying with the sword, he knew that this guy was a poor guy, and he immediately lost much interest in him. Even if such a person were to be killed, there wouldn't be many good things in the storage bag.
On the other hand, the boat that the Dharma cultivator was stepping on looked very delicate and might be worth some money.
Both of them were suspended in mid-air, looking down at the "frightened" Lu Ye. The soldier cultivator said solemnly: "Can you see an eighth-level ghost cultivator?"
Lu Ye was silent. Now he was thinking about how to get the opponent down. This guy was floating in the air, and the trap he had laid out before would not work.
When he didn't get an answer, Bing Xiu was a little impatient and asked again: "Which camp are you from?"
Still no reply.
"Then you can go die!" Bing Xiu snorted coldly. This kind of monk who couldn't figure out his camp must belong to the enemy, so he decided to take action.
As he said this, the spiritual weapon in his hand trembled slightly, and murderous intent surged.
Lu Ye reached out and took out something from his storage bag and threw it on the ground!
"Huh?" The soldier's eyes lit up when he saw it, and he swooped down before the thing could hit the ground, because what Lu Ye threw out was actually a flying spiritual weapon.
For a military cultivator who is so poor that he can only fly with a sword, a flying spiritual weapon is undoubtedly very attractive, especially since it is thrown by a seventh-level person. In the view of the military cultivator, this object is undoubtedly a
The other party’s money to buy his life.
This thing belongs to Yuan Guang. After Lu Ye killed him, he opened his storage bag and it became his trophy. It was just in time to use it at this moment.
The soldier cultivator grabbed the flying spiritual weapon in his hand with lightning speed, took a closer look, and found that this thing seemed familiar, as he had vaguely seen it somewhere.
Of course they will look familiar. Yuan Guang and he are both in the ninth level, and they are both monks of the Qingtian Sect. There must be a friendship. He has seen Yuan Guang's flying spiritual weapon before, and even took it with Yuan Guang.
Spiritual weapon.
Before he could think about it, the place he was in was distorted and transformed, and a scene of a forest of rocks suddenly appeared. After the forest of rocks disappeared, the soldier cultivators also disappeared together.
This unexpected incident shocked the practitioner, and it became even more frightening.
Spiritual power surged below, and two streams of light rushed toward him at extremely fast speeds. Each stream of light was full of murderous intent. When they intersected, the two streams of light seemed to turn into a pair of scissors...
Fa Xiu is cautious. Even if he is stronger than Lu Ye, the hovering position is still thirty feet away. He is afraid that this seventh-level realm will suddenly burst out and attack him with weapons. He has suffered such a loss before.
So after a brief shock, Fa Xiu's mentality calmed down. My usual caution paid off after all, and I was indeed very steady.
Thirty feet, which is beyond the limit of a seventh-level monk's weapon. There is no way the other party can hurt you.
With two soft sounds, the flying spiritual weapon under Fa Xiu's feet received a violent shock and immediately began to stagger. When Lu Ye took action, he activated his spiritual power and prepared to cast the spell. However, this unexpected change made him confused.
Lost his mind, the spell he was about to cast was also interrupted, and he hurriedly stabilized his flying spiritual weapon.
Even if he doesn't die if he falls from this height, he will still be half dead. His small body is not as strong as his body.
His mind was in a state of confusion. Who told me that the distance between a seventh-level monk's weapon would not exceed thirty feet? This was not just thirty feet, but thirty-five feet.
Hot breath rushed from below, and the flying spiritual weapon that had just stabilized rushed into a violent impact again, even more violent than before. It was the fire dragon technique performed by Lu Ye!
Under the night, the huge fire dragon collided with the flying spiritual weapon, knocking it over directly.
With a cry of surprise, the cultivator fell from mid-air. Two streams of light lingered around him, moving left and right, but failed to kill the cultivator because an extremely thick spiritual barrier suddenly appeared on the opponent's body.
This is a life-saving technique that every practitioner will practice!
His body swayed left and right under the impact of the two streams of light. Although he was dizzy from the impact, his life would not be in danger if the spiritual barrier was not broken.
Seeing this scene, Lu Ye felt more and more that he had to find a way to build spiritual patterns on the royal weapon. Without the blessing of sharp spiritual patterns, the power of the royal weapon was really not enough.
The spiritual barrier of the cultivator is indeed good, but if Lu Ye is allowed to lift the knife to chop it, the sharp Panshan knife only needs three or five swords to cut through it. If it is blessed with two sharp edges, it may only take one.
Two knives.
How is it like now, when the stream of light from the imperial weapon hits someone's spiritual energy barrier with a banging sound, the sound is astonishing, and it is actually tickling someone's mind.
He was complaining in his heart, but he didn't know that the cultivator was terrified, not only because he was falling from mid-air, but more importantly because he saw a seventh-level imperial weapon. Under the attack of the opponent's imperial weapon, his own
The spiritual energy flowing through his body is like a flood that is released from a sluice gate!
With the help of the impact of the imperial weapon, he stabilized his body and hurriedly performed an air control technique.
This technique can make people levitate in the air for a short period of time. Dong Shuye used it in front of Lu Ye before, but was knocked unconscious by Lu Ye's fire quail.
Magic cultivators generally don't use weapons to kill enemies. It's not that they can't, but it's not necessary. The spells they cast can hit enemies at very long distances. When wielding weapons, they have to distract themselves, and the attack distance is also limited, so they don't need to use weapons.
To put it simply, the way to control weapons is useless.
However, after cultivating to the seventh level, you can practice some more powerful spells, just like Lu Ye practiced the fire dragon technique. Therefore, after cultivating to the seventh level, your strength will be greatly enhanced.
The ninth-level magic cultivator took a long breath after performing the air control technique. Although he was extremely embarrassed by a seventh-level practitioner, he has stabilized the situation. Next, he only needs to straighten his body and distance himself.
By flying with weapons again, he can control this battle!
At that time, the seventh level will be a target.
It was a great shame and humiliation to be made so embarrassed by a seventh-level practitioner. He decided to teach the other person how to behave. He wanted to let the other party know what kind of terrifying flames an angry ninth-level practitioner could unleash!
Spiritual power surged, and his figure rushed upwards. He stepped on his flying spiritual weapon again...
Looking down, there was no sign of the seventh-level figure below.
Where is the person? He was so flustered just now that he didn't pay special attention to the other person's movements. At this moment, he didn't even know where the person was.
A fluctuation of spiritual power suddenly came from above his head. When the cultivator looked up, his scalp suddenly became numb.
