On the arena, Zi An quickly retreated, but there was still a wound in his chest and abdomen. Opposite him, Lu Ye fit in and bullied him and stabbed again.
Zian rolled a gourd and narrowly avoided it. When he got up, his body was covered in blood-stained mud, and he was extremely embarrassed.
Only when he stood firm, there was a strong wind blowing from the back of his head. He was a vicious dog, and he felt a cold on the top of his head, and a large piece of his scalp was shaved off.
Falling to the ground with difficulty, Zi An knew that she was doomed this time.
I really can't figure out why the other party's spiritual tool is broken, why it does not affect its power, and my own spiritual tool is broken, and it is like a decoration when you hold it in your hand...
The next knife was absolutely impossible to avoid, but the arrogance of being born in a second-rank sect made him grit his teeth and did not shout those two words.
He didn't shout, someone shouted for him: "Admit defeat!"
However, it was one of Zian's senior sisters who saw that the situation was not good, and knew that if she didn't shout, her junior brother would die. Even if she was not reconciled, even if she knew that Wanmoling would have no chance after shouting this, she couldn't watch herself. The younger brother died like this.
Lu Ye, who was chasing, froze and looked at Zian who stood up in embarrassment.
The thunderous cheers came from the Haotian Alliance camp, and the shouts and laughter of thousands of people gathered together, causing the entire Golden Light Dome to tremble.
Confused, Lu Ye walked back with a broken knife and looked at Li Baxian and Weiyang: "Finished?"
The Haotian League party was celebrating like a Chinese New Year, so it was inevitable that he had such a misunderstanding.
Li Baxian smiled and said, "Not yet."
Lu Ye sat down cross-legged, threw a spiritual pill into his mouth, and switched the practice to gluttonous meal to speed up the refining of the pill.
Happy fart not finished!
"There's one last game!" Li Baxian's voice came from behind Lu Ye, "Did you see that guy with the flame mark on his forehead? That's from the Sacred Fire Cult, and you're the only opponent left. , but don’t be afraid, all of the Holy Fire Cult are dharma practitioners!”
If it was an encounter in the wild, a sixth-level realm Fa Xiu would still be a bit of a threat to Lu Ye, but in this limited arena battle, Fa Xiu's threat to Lu Ye was greatly reduced.
Li Baxian was extremely fortunate that he had agreed on the size of the arena when he signed the opportunity with Wanmoling.
Fa Xiu, who was sent out by Wan Mo Ling, was the fastest to die. Lu Ye's speed was too fast, and he killed them in front of them in a few steps. Those Fa Xiu were often only able to perform one or two spells. Those who are strong can perform three or even four, but Lu Ye has the spirit pattern of guarding. As long as his eyesight is enough, he can easily block those spells. Once he is approached, those spells can only wait to die or admit defeat.
Lu Ye raised his eyes and looked towards Wanmoling, and sure enough, he saw a sixth-level realm cultivator with a flame mark on his eyebrows, standing there waiting.
It looks like this is his last opponent.
He did not take it lightly because of this, and silently checked his own state. There was not much spiritual power left, only more than 10%. Even if there was a recovery time for a stick of incense, he could only barely recover to 20%. One fight should be enough.
"Senior brother, can we go home after the fight?" Lu Ye asked softly.
"Go home after the fight!" Li Baxian replied.
"Got it!" Lu Ye lowered his head, trying to recover his physical strength as much as possible.
The Haotian League side was still beaming with joy. After Huping and Zian, two disciples from the second and third rank sects, died and conceded defeat, the rest of the holy fire teaching practice could not be Lu Ye's opponent at all. In the view of the Haotian League side , Lu Ye locked the victory in advance.
On the other hand, on the Wanmoling side, there was a gloomy twilight, each with an ugly expression.
No wonder they are like this. The two-day wheel battle of Wanmoling has taken too much advantage. Except for the first game, which was a test of a fifth-layer body, the rest were all sixth-layer. In two days, he was killed by this Jade Blood Sect Lu Ye, and the only one left of the Sacred Fire Sect was destined to do nothing.
It can be said that in this game between the two camps, the Wanmoling side has completely lost, and the people who died are second, and the battle with the Haotian League will definitely kill people, mainly because there is no way to explain it to the teacher behind, The Wanmoling cultivator who came here can almost imagine how angry the teacher would be after the news came back!
The few Wanmoling powerhouses on the Lingxi Ranking came to the Sacred Fire Cult cultivator who was about to fight, and asked something in a low voice. The Sacred Fire Cult cultivator slowly shook his head, making the faces of the powerhouses gloomy.
A stick of incense seemed to pass in the blink of an eye.
On the top of the golden light, Lu Ye stood up for the last time with the broken knife, and stepped onto the ring step by step, quietly looking at the monk of the Sacred Fire Cult.
The opponent stood in front of the Wanmoling camp, only bowed his head and did not make any movement.
This situation caused many people from the Haotian League to boo constantly. Some shouted for Lu Ye to go and hack him to death, and some people from the Holy Fire Cult hurriedly conceded defeat and went home to grow sweet potatoes...
Wanmoling loses without losing the battle, and those who have a violent personality begin to scold the people of Haotian League, and the scene is chaotic for a while.
If it weren't for the constraints of the heavenly opportunity signed before, the two sides are afraid that there will be a melee to decide the outcome.
Just when Wan Mo Ling was almost impatient, someone finally stepped onto the ring.
The noisy movement suddenly subsided, and thousands of eyes stared at the cultivator who stepped into the ring, but that person was not the disciple of the Holy Fire Sect who was going to fight, but another female cultivator!
Li Baxian's eyes sharpened immediately: "What does Wanmoling mean?"
Without him, although the female cultivator who walked out was also from the Sacred Fire Cult, but just by looking at the aura of this person's body, he knew that this person was not a sixth-layer.
She is a seventh-layer cultivator!
The Lingxi Ranking powerhouses on the Wanmoling side obviously did not expect such a thing to happen. The terms of Heavenly Opportunity have already stipulated that the highest cultivation level of the opponents is the sixth-level, and the appearance of the seventh-level will undoubtedly break the rules. .
Openly provoking Tian Jiqi, this is such a daring act, once Tian Ji begins to punish, all the strong people who left blood fingerprints on Tian Ji Qi and the sects behind them must attack the Sacred Fire Cult in groups, no matter the ten thousand and one thousand. Whether the Moling side is willing or not.
Since the Lingxi battlefield, no one has dared to violate the justice of Tianji.
No matter how abnormal the brains of the people of the Holy Fire Cult are, they should not do such unwise things. This is joking about the fate of the entire sect.
Although Li Baxian's eyes are sharp and his tone is cold, he is actually dark in his heart, because if the Holy Fire Cult really wants to play like this, it will be beneficial to himself.
Secretly muttering in my heart, have these guys really burned their minds by their own holy fire
Several strong men on the Haotian League side thought so, otherwise they would not sit here quietly, and stopped as early as the seventh-layer female cultivator came to power.
"What are you doing!" Over at Wanmoling, the top 20 strong man on the list looked at the steward of the Holy Fire Cult and shouted fiercely.
Even if the sixth-level realm cultivation is not an opponent, it must not destroy the opportunity, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous.
Just as his voice fell, there was a faint sound of lightning and thunder in the sky, and heavy dark clouds were born out of thin air, gathering on the top of the golden light, obscuring the sky.
The sky has begun to surge...
The Wanmoling side was all stunned, and the monks next to the Sacred Fire Sect avoided one after another. For a time, a large area was vacated by the Sacred Fire Sect.
The breath of death was oppressed, but a group of people from the Holy Fire Cult were calm and calm. If nothing else, the courage to face the mystery was indeed admirable, but it could not rewrite the fate of their imminent death.
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"The raging holy fire, burn my body, the fire in my heart will not go out, and I will not fear death!"
On the side of the Sacred Fire Sect, the person in charge of the highest cultivation base lowered his head and chanted softly.
Above the arena, the seventh-level female cultivator also lowered her head and chanted: "Burning holy fire, burn my body, the fire will not go out, and there is no fear of death!"
While chanting, she raised her right thumb, placed it somewhere below her chest, and pressed it sharply.
"This is..." Li Baxian suddenly realized something, and his face changed slightly.
puff…
There seemed to be a light sound, as if the balloon was punctured, and with this light sound, the female cultivator staggered slightly, and at the same time, the violent air wave centered on her, swept out in all directions.
The female cultivator snorted, a trace of pain flashed in her eyes, and at the same time, her breath suddenly weakened.
"Self-abolishing the spiritual orifice!" Li Baxian gritted his teeth and shouted.
Everyone who saw the female cultivator's movements, whether it was from Haotian League or Wanmoling, all changed their color.
Abolishing the spiritual aperture is easy to say, but it is difficult to do. Once the spiritual aperture is abolished, it is destined to have a hopeless future and will be wasted in the level of the Lingxi realm. Just look at Li Baxian to know what he is. Amazing and brilliant, that is a character that even the sword master of the Northern Profound Sword Sect admires, but his spiritual aperture was broken, he has stayed at the level of Lingxi realm for more than ten years, and his cultivation base has stopped at the eighth-layer realm. In the middle, because one of the spiritual apertures was broken, the last small Zhoutian circulation system was difficult to form, and it was impossible to advance to the ninth level.
Of course, a broken spiritual orifice can be repaired, but the cost is too great, and no one is willing to try it easily.
At this moment, in front of thousands of cultivators from both camps, this female cultivator of the Holy Fire Cult abolished one of her spiritual orifices without changing her expression.
This decisiveness, this ruthlessness towards himself, made thousands of cultivators numb their scalps. He was indeed a madman of the Holy Fire Cult. He could actually do such a thing.
After a brief shock, everyone looked up at the surging crisis in the sky.
Originally, after this female nun stood on the ring, the secret began to surge rapidly, and it seemed that punishment was imminent. The lightning and thunder in the thick dark cloud made people feel uneasy.
However, when the female cultivator abolished one of her spiritual apertures and her cultivation base fell to the sixth level, the dark clouds entrenched in the sky above the golden light quickly dissipated, and the surging secrets also dissipated completely.
Under the sun, the blue sky is like washing.
The Wanmoling side smiled brightly.