On the blood-stained arena, Lu Ye raised his eyes and looked up. The cat demon on the opposite side was lying low, pressing one hand on the ground and pressing the other towards her mouth. She had a claw on each of her hands, sharp and sharp. Incomparably, she licked the blood on the claw glove, her eyes shone with a strange light, and she let out a light meow, as if provocative.
There was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, she could already see Lu Ye's lack of support, and saw Victory beckoning to her.
With a smooth body, sharp minions, what kind of cat is she, this is a cheetah at all.
The figure lying on the ground suddenly swept away, and turned sharply when it came to the front. Lu Ye's eyes turned, and when he saw the side, when he got up, he stabbed straight!
A harsh rubbing sound rang out, the flames splashed, and the figure of the cat demon was revealed. The tip of the knife stabbed out against her cheek. The sharp blade left a small wound on her tender face, but she was smiling. Because at this moment she has used her claw to hold Lu Ye's long knife!
Lu Ye wanted to draw the knife, but was unable to draw it back.
The claws of the cat demon's other hand immediately fell, and aura flashed on the claws.
With a click, the long sword that had accompanied Lu Ye for several months snapped, leaving only half of the blade.
This spiritual tool is still what he got from killing that cultivator Baijing in Qingyun Mountain. Among them, there is only one prohibition to reinforce the blade. It is the worst quality among the spiritual tools. The cultivator Baijing is not high enough to use a very good spiritual tool. .
But even if the quality is not high, the long sword of this spiritual weapon can also be unimaginable in Lu Ye's hand, because he can give this long sword a sharp spiritual pattern.
"The Guard is Here"
Along the way, the Wanmoling cultivator who died under this sword has at least fifty or sixty. If you count the wheel battle this time, it has already broken a hundred.
Today, the long knife that accompanied Lu Ye all the way has been cut off!
Many monks on the Haotian League side are all discolored. If the spiritual tool in the hands of the monks is broken, their strength will inevitably be damaged. Especially for Lu Ye, the reason why he can kill so many six-layer realms is because of his own background. The magic weapon is also indispensable.
On the other hand, the Wanmoling side took a long breath, especially the powerhouses on the Lingxi Ranking list, all smiling.
Steady!
Whether it is Haotianmeng or Wanmoling, they all think that the long knife in Lu Ye's hand is a spiritual weapon of excellent quality. , this long sword is Lu Ye's fangs!
Therefore, the Wanmoling side has been trying to find a way to cut off this fang. As long as this fang is broken, the Wanmoling side will be invincible. Those monks who have appeared before will often choose to fight with Lu Ye. It's not that they think they can beat Lu Ye, but they are trying to destroy the knife in Lu Ye's hand!
It's a pity that no one has succeeded all the time. Until this moment, the cat demon lived up to expectations. With its quick speed and two claws, it broke the knife that was covered in the blood of the Wanmoling cultivator!
With his fangs broken, this Jade Blood Sect disciple named Lu Ye could no longer resist.
The moment the long knife broke, the cat demon excitedly slaughtered at Lu Ye, her two bright eyes were full of excitement, she seemed to see a lot of rewards waving to her, and she also saw Lu Ye waving that The handle broke the knife and slashed at himself!
Before switching, she must avoid such a slash. After all, she is good at speed, but her own defense is not very good. It is definitely not good to be slashed by Lu Ye.
But now she didn't dodge, but bumped into Lu Ye's arms, and pulled out the claw on her right hand towards Lu Ye's heart.
puff...
Blood splashed, and the cat demon's claws poked into Lu Ye's heart, but she froze in place, raised her head, looked at Lu Ye, her face puzzled: "How do you..."
Lu Ye kicked out and kicked the cat demon in front of her. She was still in the air. She raised her hand to cover her throat. When she stumbled to the ground, a lot of blood flowed from her hands, and there was also blood in her mouth and nose. I wanted to say something, but I couldn't. After struggling for a moment, the gleam in my eyes quickly faded.
Lu Ye raised his hand to cover his chest, took a deep breath, and felt that the injury was not serious and did not touch his heart.
At that moment, he had the opportunity to urge the guardian spirit runes to resist, but he was fighting less and less spiritual power, and as he swallowed the spiritual pill, the spiritual power became more and more obscure, so he was able to save spiritual power. On the premise, he will try to save spiritual power, and it doesn't matter if he would rather suffer a little injury.
In the silence of the crowd, he walked to the Haotian Alliance camp with the broken knife, sat down cross-legged, took out the healing powder from the storage bag, and smeared it on his chest.
Weiyang looked at him, clenching his fists tightly, resisting the urge to go up and bandage him...
"Idiot!" On the Wanmoling side, a strong man on the Lingxi list gritted his teeth and scolded. The fact that Lu Ye's weapon was broken was definitely the closest step to the victory for the Wanmoling side. At that time, the cat demon only needed to be more vigilant. There was a great chance to kill Lu Ye, but this guy was so complacent that he was stabbed in the throat, and he died in an inexplicable manner. He was extremely stupid.
The fortieth battle is over, there are still the last three battles left, and the sky is already bright!
However, it doesn't matter anymore, Lu Ye's long sword is broken, his strength must be greatly weakened, and he can be won in the last three battles no matter what.
Several Lingxi Ranking experts looked at each other and exhaled a long breath.
Before signing the opportunity with Li Baxian that day, none of them thought the situation would develop like this. Everyone thought that under such a battle, no matter how powerful Lu Ye was, he would not be able to withstand ten rounds.
However, there are more than ten rounds now, there are already forty rounds!
At this time, they are most grateful for the information provided by Han Zheyue. Otherwise, they would agree with him to challenge fellow cultivators without knowing it. I am afraid that forty-three sects have already been killed, and that is the biggest one in Wanmoling. joke.
In front of the arena, three Wanmoling monks look at me and I look at you. These are the last three sects who are fighting. One of these three is from the Holy Fire Sect. The shape of a flame on his forehead seems to be burning. It is the symbol of their holy fire, and the other two are disciples from two or three rank sects.
They will be ranked last, which is naturally related to their background. Those who played before, the sects behind them are not as strong as them, so they are ranked first.
The first forty people have already paved the way to victory with blood and death, and no matter who goes to battle next, there is a good chance of reaping the fruits of that victory.
This is not only about rich rewards, but also about their own future, so all three want to play next.
However, Sacred Fire Cult is only a fourth-rank after all, which is still a bit worse than the other two. After a little hesitation, he took the initiative to take a step back. The meaning is obvious, and he gave the opportunity to the other two.
"Senior Brother Huping, what do you say?" One person said, eager to try.
"Junior Brother Zi'an has given me a problem. If I say I go first, you will definitely disagree, but if I let you go first, I'm not happy either." Hu Ping lowered his voice, "At this juncture, we can't be the first. It's a winner and a loser."
"Yes, but there must always be a priority." Zi'an nodded.
"It's better than this, let him choose, whoever he chooses is who!"
"Well... that's great!"
After a brief discussion, the two stood there and waited, looking at Lu Ye who was adjusting on the ring, as if looking at a dead man.
Approaching the Haotian League side, Lu Ye silently sensed his own state. It was very bad. Even if he had a stick of incense to repair, he would not be able to recover much of the spiritual energy in his body.
Although there were many injuries on his body, it was not a serious problem. The healing powder that Huaci prepared for him had excellent curative effect on trauma, but the symptoms of blood loss still made him feel a little top-heavy.
He didn't know how many people he had killed, let alone how many games he had to fight, but he knew that if someone fought, he had to stand up.
This is the path he chose by himself. As he said before, he is not afraid of death, but he does not want to wait for death.
The incense candles on the side burned out, and it was time to repair.
Lu Ye stood up with the broken knife and walked forward step by step.
Wei Yang opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it.
She wanted to tell Lu Ye that she only needed to win three more games, but she was afraid that her words would affect Lu Ye's state, and sometimes knowing the future trend might not be a good thing.
On the top of the golden light, there were over 5,000 cultivators from the two camps, and there were more than 5,000 people around. While Lu Ye was tidying up, there were still people talking. The scene was messy, but when he came out At that time, the whole world was quiet.
Thousands of eyes stared at him, even the cultivators at Wanmoling lost their previous contempt and mockery, and everyone looked at him with extremely solemn eyes.
A fifth-layer cultivator has fought for forty consecutive battles and has never lost a single battle. Such a proud record does not allow anyone to blaspheme, even cultivators from the enemy camp will give enough respect.
It is foreseeable that for a long time in the future, the figure who walks step by step into the blood-stained arena with a broken knife will be the nightmare of many Wanmoling monks.
On the ring, Lu Ye stood still, and the mountain wind roared.
On the other side of Wanmoling, two figures stood up. The next moment, thousands of pairs of sharp eyes from the Haotian League stared at them. Among them, there were many strong people on the Lingxi list, and their murderous intentions began to surge instantly.
The two Wanmoling cultivators almost shrank back in fright. This battle... was too terrifying.
Na Huping knew something was wrong, and quickly explained: "It's not that we want to fight two against one, it's just that this fellow Daoist Yiye chooses his own opponent."
Zi An nodded again and again, expressing that they would not bother to do such a worthless thing as two-for-one.
Lu Ye raised his broken knife and pointed at Hu Ping with a calm expression: "Then you can do it."
Hu Ping raised his brows in surprise.
Although Zi An was reluctant, he still retreated.
Hu Ping took a breath and was about to report to Lu Ye about his home when he heard a knock on the ground. He could see that the blood-stained soil on Lu Ye's side was flying, and his whole person was like an arrow from a string. Kill yourself.
Hu Ping was shocked, this guy would report himself every time, why didn't he even give a chance to say a word this time, what kind of madness is this