With a loud bang, the incoming person did not dodge or evade, and forcibly smashed the fire dragon into a spark in the sky, a faint black brilliance flashed, and Fa Xiu, who was standing in mid-air, swayed slightly, and spurted out from his neck. The blood was planted downwards.
And the black streamer had wrapped the thunder and entered the battle circle. Wherever he passed, there were continuous screams, and the broken limbs and flesh danced, turning the already chaotic and bloody battlefield into an Asura purgatory in an instant.
In the crowd, Lu Ye stared at the dancing black streamer. Although he didn't know who was coming and couldn't see their movements, the black streamer gave him a very kind feeling.
It was an unreasonable intimacy.
Lu Ye looked down at his battlefield mark, there was a slight warmth from the mark, and the feeling of the same source came from the black streamer.
This is... a person from the Jade Blood Sect
Does the Jade Blood Sect still have disciples
He didn't know the specific situation of the Jade Blood Sect. Judging from the current situation, he had always thought that the disciples had not been recruited for 30 years, and that the teachers who were about to be expelled were the only ones left to teach.
But now it doesn't seem to be the case, the Jade Blood Sect still has disciples, at least one.
"Don't worry about her, kill that Lu Ye!"
In the crowd, I don't know who shouted.
As soon as the voice fell, the black streamer was already slaughtered in front of him, and then the head flew high.
A series of spells fell from the air, most of which were fire spells, especially the ferocious fire dragons, flexing their teeth and dancing claws, distorting the air.
The black streamer wrapped the purple thunder and flashed in front of Lu Ye and others. He raised his hand and grabbed a green leaf. The leaf immediately enlarged and covered the top of everyone's heads.
boom boom boom…
One after another technique fell and hit the leaf, but it couldn't break the protection of the leaf. Lu Ye stared blankly at the figure standing in front of him.
The woman's figure is extremely tall, wearing a dress that does not fit well, and the graceful figure is very beautiful. The spiritual power around her body is surging wildly with the beating of the purple thunder, and she is charged with the attack of many spells. Lu Ye looked back and smiled: "Little Junior Brother? I'm your Senior Sister, Weiyang."
At this moment, the world turned pale.
Lu Ye hurriedly saluted: "I have seen the big sister!"
Your own big sister is so fierce
And it's beautiful and bubbling, and has a good figure...
"I'm late, mainly because the old man at home is too stubborn."
old man? Lu Ye was stunned for a moment before he realized that she was talking about the head teacher... Suddenly he didn't dare to answer.
At the same time, the cultivators of the Haotian League who had been separated out also came in, but Weiyang opened the gap for them before.
"Fairy Wood"
Although she had just arrived, she could see the situation on the field at a glance, and knew that it was unrealistic to save Lu Ye out of trouble by herself. If she wanted to protect Lu Ye Zhouquan, she had to borrow the strength of others.
This was the reason why she put the Haotian League cultivators outside in the first place. Only a large number of people can protect Lu Ye.
In an instant, the number of monks gathered around Lu Ye increased to a hundred people. These people held together and resisted the magic attacks from all directions. Although they were worry-free for a while, they could eventually be exhausted.
"Everyone, protect my little junior brother!" Wei Yang suddenly said.
Immediately, there were many people who responded in vain: "But according to the instructions of the predecessors!"
The attitude is extremely warm.
Weiyang had already killed him again, and the tall figure turned into a black streamer again. The Wanmoling cultivators who were still casting spells in mid-air looked panicked, as if avoiding snakes and scorpions and wanting to spread out, but all the time. Those who were stared at by her basically couldn't survive three breaths.
A figure screamed and fell from the sky, followed by a second, a third...
The black streamer only rushed back and forth a few times, and no one was seen again in mid-air. Those who survived by chance all pressed the escape light and landed obediently.
No way, Weiyang's attitude is obvious, she will kill anyone who dares to stand in mid-air.
When Weiyang returned, the noisy battlefield suddenly quieted down, and all the fluctuations of spiritual power were calmed down. Weiyang grabbed a huge war sickle of the same height at some point in his hand, and there was constant darkness above the war sickle. The breath drifted out, giving people a very ominous feeling.
"Go away if you don't want to die!" Weiyang said lightly, and as far as his eyes went, the Wanmoling cultivators all stepped back.
However, there was one person who stood up, with a flaming mark on his forehead, as if it was burning, he looked at Weiyang: "I waited for the fight between the juniors to be able to alarm the seniors like the seniors, it's really an honor, it's just Senior forcibly entered the Lingxi battlefield, and killed so many people, isn't the taste of Soul Destruction Divine Thunder unpleasant? Now that Divine Thunder has turned dark purple, how many more people can senior kill?"
Weiyang turned his head to look over, his figure suddenly turned into an afterimage, and he threw himself directly in front of the man, raised his hand to point at the man's chest, and he didn't know what method he used. Swinging down, the head with a stunned expression on his face flew high.
After killing people, Weiyang dodged back in front of Lu Ye, and snorted coldly: "The Holy Fire Cult came up with this limelight? I can kill not many people, and killing three or five more is probably the limit, who wants to try it. ?"
"What kind of ability does the senior get by bullying the small?" Someone shouted angrily in the crowd, his voice was erratic, and he didn't know what method he used. Obviously, he didn't want Weiyang to judge his position.
Wei Yang looked at the prestige: "Who is bullying the small with the big?"
"After all, this is a matter of the Lingxi Battlefield. Seniors forcefully come in, and it's always unreasonable. If all sects and sects are like the seniors, wouldn't the Lingxi Battlefield be a mess?"
"If they dare, let them in and see if I can kill them!"
"It's just a mess!" The speaker was angry and shouted: "Everyone, she is now entangled in the soul-destroying gods, and can't kill a few people, don't be afraid of her, everyone, if she dares to make another move, she will definitely be killed by the gods. Thunder struck."
"I found you!" Weiyang's mouth twitched, the war sickle in his hand stretched forward, and when he retracted it, there was a thin man on top of the war sickle. The war sickle pierced his chest and was lifted high. , blood flowed down the wound, and the severe pain made him cry out.
Many Wanmoling cultivators were all silent, and just now, no one could see how she did it.
She looked up at the skinny man, her brows furrowed: "People from Jinyunlou? Decades have passed, but you still haven't made any progress. You like to hide in the dark to sow discord."
"It's not me!" The thin man struggled.
Weiyang waved the war sickle in his hand, and the blood mist exploded in the sky.
She turned to look at Lu Ye: "Walking on the Lingxi battlefield in the future, when you meet people from the Holy Fire Cult and Jinyunlou, don't talk nonsense with them, kill them first, and then talk about it. These two families have a feud with us."
"Yes!" Lu Yegong replied.
"By the way, there is also a Bailian Valley. The Holy Fire Cult and Jinyun Tower are all here. There is no reason for Bailian Valley to come. Where are the people?" She looked around, as if looking for a Bailian Valley to kill. , but so many Wanmoling monks gathered together, it was really unclear.
Under that sharp gaze, a monk from Wanmoling said weakly, "The one from Bailiangu was blocked by Fengyuechan at the station..."
"Yuechan..." Weiyang's expression softened, "The little girl has grown up too."
She danced the war sickle a bit, held it in her hand, and said loudly, "I want to take my little brother away, who has any objection?"
Some people from the Holy Fire Cult stepped out from the crowd with a pious expression: "If the fire does not go out, why don't you fear death!"
He was standing not far from Weiyang, looking at her with a flat expression.
The war sickle in Weiyang's hand swung down, and the Sacred Fire Sect's people were immediately cut into two pieces.
Another person walked out and sang in his mouth: "If the fire in the heart is not extinguished, there is no fear of death!"
Before the Yangyang shot, he cut again, without any hesitation.
The third Sacred Fire Cult came out and shouted the same sentence.
Weiyang didn't make another move this time, she just smiled, she raised her hand and pointed to the sky: "I won't kill you, someone will kill you!"
Qingyue's sword cry suddenly sounded, and when everyone looked in the direction she pointed, they saw a sword-like sword light coming from the sky and fell directly, and the people of the Holy Fire Cult didn't say a word. , was broken into two halves by the sword light.
The light of the sword converged, and a long sword entered everyone's eyes, slantingly inserted on the ground, a man with white hair and a long red cloud coat on a white background carried a hand on his back, standing lightly on the hilt of the sword, Like a willow catkin, it swayed gently with the shaking of the hilt.
He held a wine gourd in the other hand, raised his head to take a sip of wine, and burped: "It's too late!"
"Li Baxian!" Someone screamed in horror.
In the Wanmoling camp, many monks were in a commotion.
Even if they haven't seen Li Baxian, the monks who hang out on the Lingxi battlefield will not have heard his name, because this is the tenth-ranked powerhouse on the Lingxi list.
A single tenth is not enough to make people terrified, mainly because this guy reached the tenth with the cultivation of the eighth-layer of Lingxi.
The entire Lingxi Ranking only recorded one hundred people, and these hundred people were all ninth-level powerhouses who had practiced heaven-level exercises.
There is only one exception, and that is Li Baxian, who is ranked tenth!
It is difficult to count the number of ninth-level practitioners who practiced heaven-level exercises in the entire Lingxi battlefield, because all the sects in Kyushu are gathered here. Almost every day, some people are promoted to ninth-level, and some people break through their own shackles and advance to Yunhe realm. Others were killed in the fight.
It can be said that it is difficult to count the number of the ninth-layer, because it is changing at any time.
But no matter what, there are always people.
One out of a hundred on the Lingxi list, all those on the list are the strong among the strong.
Li Baxian can occupy the tenth position with the cultivation of the eighth-layer, partly because he fell from the ninth-layer, so although he is the eighth-layer, he has the foundation of the ninth-layer. The situation of Dong Shuye that Lu Ye killed was similar.
Before Feng Yuechan occupied the top spot in Lingxi, he was the first in Lingxi.
Just because of an accident, the spiritual aperture was broken, and the cultivation base fell one level.
Another reason is also the most important, he is a sword cultivator!