Although they were all highly poisoned and their strength was greatly reduced, after all, the number of people is here, and the concentration of the poisonous mist has dropped at this moment, so they won't be as invisible as before, so... there may not be no chance.

When the words fell, Song Zhui was the first to rush up. It wasn't that he was brave and fearless, but that he was the strongest among the people present. If he didn't set an example, the situation would only get worse.

Only when he strikes first can others have the confidence to fight against Lu Ye.

But soon, with a muffled groan, Song Zhui was cut off and flew out, blood flying in mid-air.

Shocked in my heart, I couldn't even catch Lu Ye's knife. You must know that even if he is poisoned, he can still display strength comparable to the sixth level. Lu Ye is only a fifth level. He looks like he is about to run out of fuel, so why can he still explode with such a powerful strength?

The narrowness of the mine road restricted the performance of the monks of Wanmo Ridge, and there were only three or four monks who could besiege Lu Ye at the same time.

Lu Ye walked forward step by step, and the Panshan knife kept cutting out fiery red light.

Screams and exclamations sounded from time to time, and corpses fell in pools of blood wherever they passed.

In just one cup of tea time, the dozens of people who resisted stubbornly died, and only a few people were left. Even these few people were all wounded and looked desperate.

The weapon box at the waist hummed, nine streamers of light flew past, and accompanied by muffled groans, the few monks who were still struggling all fell to the ground.

Only Song Zhui was still alive, but his injuries were not serious. He had attacked Lu Ye twice before, but he was smashed by Lu Ye with a knife. There was a huge cut on his chest, and his beating heart was faintly visible. Leaning against the cave wall, he looked at Lu Ye who was walking towards him step by step with a face full of despair.

Walking forward, Lu Ye looked down at Song Zhui from a high position.

Song Zhui spat out a mouthful of blood at Lu Ye: "One day, someone stronger than you will kill you, and I will wait for you on Huangquan Road!"

Aside from all kinds of calculations and bewitching, Song Zhui is also a bloody person, even before he died, he did not have the slightest cowardice, and his expression was very calm.

Lu Ye put the long knife in his hand against his chest, and said calmly, "Don't say that I seem to be doing all kinds of evil. I just want to practice safely in Huitian Valley. You forced me out. You asked for all of this. !"

While speaking, he suddenly leaned down, leaned close to Song Zhui's ear, and said softly: "I'll kill you later, and I'll go back to Kyushu, and then enter the Lingxi battlefield to destroy your Yuanhong Palace garrison. , I will enter the Lingxi battlefield once!"

At the moment of life and death, Song Zhui had no fear, but when Lu Ye said these words, he suddenly became excited: "How dare you..."

The long knife stabbed into the body, slowly penetrated, and broke open the heart. Song Zhui's eyes widened, and he held the blade with both hands, letting the sharp blade cut his hands drenched with blood.

"Do you think I dare?" Lu Ye stood up straight, his slightly narrowed eyes were full of contempt.

Pulling out the long knife, blood gushed from Song Zhui's chest, his body limply slumped, and his eyes quickly dimmed.

After shaking off the blood on the Panshan knife, Lu Ye put the knife back into the sheath, walked into the mine along the mine road, searched the mine for a while, and made sure that there was no living person's breath, so he took a long breath. Sitting on the ground with one buttocks, the whole person lay down in a large font.

The exhaustion of spiritual energy and physical strength is too serious. Although it is not yet the time when the oil is exhausted, it is almost the same.

When he decided to leave Taimang Mountain before, he didn't expect such a development in the future, but the mine he found by accident gave him some plans in his mind.

Although there were some twists and turns in the process, the overall situation is still under control. Today, the mine is full of corpses of monks from Wanmo Ridge. Among them, there are as many as seven or eight people from the ninth-level realm, and there are even people like Song Zhui. Such a monk from a first-rank sect.

It can be said that the loss of Wanmo Ridge this time is extremely huge, and if the news spreads this time, it will definitely alarm the entire Yunhe battlefield, and even alarm Kyushu.

Lu Yiye's name is likely to be noticed by those Divine Sea Realm masters again, and he will inevitably encounter even crazier suppression in the future.

There is no regret, even without this incident, Wanmo Ridge has been targeting and suppressing him, but it has never been successful. On the contrary, he has continued to grow rapidly through the targeting and suppression. It can be said that if Without Wanmo Ridge's targeted suppression, his growth rate may not have been so fast.

In a way, he would also like to thank Wanmo Ridge for targeting him.

Although tired, it is not suitable to stay here for a long time.

The main reason is that the mine is full of poisonous fog. Although Lu Ye is immune to all poisons, the talent tree needs to consume fuel to purify and incinerate the toxins that have invaded his body. JrNovels.com