Chapter: 223
This person was immediately pulled into the air.
Lu Ye stepped forward quickly, and slashed at the man's flying body three times. The first cut made his golden amulet dim, the second cut broke the protection of the golden amulet, and the third cut directly to him. body.
When it landed, blood instantly stained the ground red, and it had lost its breath.
Lu Ye looked up, Qiao Qiaoer held a long whip, and gave him a wink, supplemented by the blood on the woman's face and swollen cheeks... hot eyes!
"Be careful." Qiao Qiaoer shouted.
From behind Lu Ye, a long spear stabbed straight at the back of his head.
However, the stabbing spear was blocked by the guarding spirit pattern. Lu Ye turned around, raised his arm, clamped the spear, and sliced ??out the blade against the spear.
Half of his palm flew out, and the cultivator who had sneaked up on Lu Ye screamed and backed away. A Qingyu Mountain disciple was killed from the side, and he was killed with a sword.
In this kind of melee, one's resilience is the most tested, and a little carelessness will kill him on the spot.
"Qingyu Mountain traitor, don't be crazy!" A loud shout suddenly came from not far away, and it was the disciples of the nearby Qin Clan who guarded the peak who came to support them.
After receiving the order, they rushed over here in a hurry. They thought they could cooperate with the attacking team to kill a carbine, but when they arrived at the place, they took a closer look and found that there were not many people left in the attacking team.
In that chaotic battlefield, more than 30 monks from Qingyu Mountain were covered in blood, and all of them were murderous. The ground was full of corpses and severed limbs of Qin's monks, and the ground was dyed red with blood.
In such a piece of Asura Purgatory, everyone in Qingyu Mountain turned their heads to look at the place where the voice came from, their eyes glowing red.
The scalp of the monk who shouted went numb, and the disciples of the Qin family who came to support him also hurriedly stopped.
"Quick...quick back!"
The Qin family's peak guard team rushed to the edge of the battlefield, only took a look from a distance, and then hurriedly retreated, not because they were timid, but because there was a huge gap in numbers.
There are more than a dozen of them here. Originally, as long as they can meet with the attacking team, they are capable of fighting, and they can even counterattack.
But the attacking team died too fast, and when they arrived, there were only a few members left in their own attacking team. In this case, even if they forcibly fight up, there will be no good results, so they choose to retreat It is a good policy.
The more than thirty people in Qingyu Mountain were not in a hurry to pursue and kill them, but dispersed and surrounded the few members of the Qin family's fortified team.
These few people formed a circle at this moment, leaning against each other, extremely desperate.
But no one begged for mercy, because everyone knew that it was useless to beg for mercy. The camps were against each other. Coupled with the years of enmity, begging for mercy would only be ridiculed by the enemy.
"Kill!" There was a fifth-level survivor who survived, but he was seriously injured. He shouted, and led the remaining clansmen to charge in one direction.
Facing such a beleaguered enemy, naturally no one would be stupid enough to confront them head-on, and it would be most uneconomical to be dragged along to be buried with them accidentally.
What greeted them was a series of spells.
Cultivators can basically determine their own faction after the fifth level. For the fourth level, they are already preparing for the future. Therefore, if monks at this level want to take the path of Dharma cultivation, many of them have already started to study magic.
However, because their cultivation base is still low and they are not proficient in casting spells, it is difficult for them to cast a complete spell in a fierce battle, but they were already preparing to cast spells before Qin and the others made any moves. play.
There are less than ten spells, colorful rays of light, and all kinds of attributes, among which a fat fire bird is the most conspicuous.
When the spell fell, the few Qin family monks died on the spot, leaving only the fifth-level realm. This guy threw himself in front of a casual cultivator recruited by Qingyu Mountain with bruises all over his body. He couldn't even use his spiritual power to protect himself. The man laughed loudly and said, "I deserve to be rich." The five-level realm was pierced through.
The few people nearby looked at this guy enviously, mainly because this guy was only at the third-level realm, killing a fifth-level realm, the meritorious service was 15 points, counting the reward from Qingyu Mountain, this shot gave He earned forty Lingshi!
For casual cultivators, forty spirit stones are a lot of wealth. When the cultivation level is not high, it is enough for two or three months of practice. JrNovels.com
Lu Ye stepped forward quickly, and slashed at the man's flying body three times. The first cut made his golden amulet dim, the second cut broke the protection of the golden amulet, and the third cut directly to him. body.
When it landed, blood instantly stained the ground red, and it had lost its breath.
Lu Ye looked up, Qiao Qiaoer held a long whip, and gave him a wink, supplemented by the blood on the woman's face and swollen cheeks... hot eyes!
"Be careful." Qiao Qiaoer shouted.
From behind Lu Ye, a long spear stabbed straight at the back of his head.
However, the stabbing spear was blocked by the guarding spirit pattern. Lu Ye turned around, raised his arm, clamped the spear, and sliced ??out the blade against the spear.
Half of his palm flew out, and the cultivator who had sneaked up on Lu Ye screamed and backed away. A Qingyu Mountain disciple was killed from the side, and he was killed with a sword.
In this kind of melee, one's resilience is the most tested, and a little carelessness will kill him on the spot.
"Qingyu Mountain traitor, don't be crazy!" A loud shout suddenly came from not far away, and it was the disciples of the nearby Qin Clan who guarded the peak who came to support them.
After receiving the order, they rushed over here in a hurry. They thought they could cooperate with the attacking team to kill a carbine, but when they arrived at the place, they took a closer look and found that there were not many people left in the attacking team.
In that chaotic battlefield, more than 30 monks from Qingyu Mountain were covered in blood, and all of them were murderous. The ground was full of corpses and severed limbs of Qin's monks, and the ground was dyed red with blood.
In such a piece of Asura Purgatory, everyone in Qingyu Mountain turned their heads to look at the place where the voice came from, their eyes glowing red.
The scalp of the monk who shouted went numb, and the disciples of the Qin family who came to support him also hurriedly stopped.
"Quick...quick back!"
The Qin family's peak guard team rushed to the edge of the battlefield, only took a look from a distance, and then hurriedly retreated, not because they were timid, but because there was a huge gap in numbers.
There are more than a dozen of them here. Originally, as long as they can meet with the attacking team, they are capable of fighting, and they can even counterattack.
But the attacking team died too fast, and when they arrived, there were only a few members left in their own attacking team. In this case, even if they forcibly fight up, there will be no good results, so they choose to retreat It is a good policy.
The more than thirty people in Qingyu Mountain were not in a hurry to pursue and kill them, but dispersed and surrounded the few members of the Qin family's fortified team.
These few people formed a circle at this moment, leaning against each other, extremely desperate.
But no one begged for mercy, because everyone knew that it was useless to beg for mercy. The camps were against each other. Coupled with the years of enmity, begging for mercy would only be ridiculed by the enemy.
"Kill!" There was a fifth-level survivor who survived, but he was seriously injured. He shouted, and led the remaining clansmen to charge in one direction.
Facing such a beleaguered enemy, naturally no one would be stupid enough to confront them head-on, and it would be most uneconomical to be dragged along to be buried with them accidentally.
What greeted them was a series of spells.
Cultivators can basically determine their own faction after the fifth level. For the fourth level, they are already preparing for the future. Therefore, if monks at this level want to take the path of Dharma cultivation, many of them have already started to study magic.
However, because their cultivation base is still low and they are not proficient in casting spells, it is difficult for them to cast a complete spell in a fierce battle, but they were already preparing to cast spells before Qin and the others made any moves. play.
There are less than ten spells, colorful rays of light, and all kinds of attributes, among which a fat fire bird is the most conspicuous.
When the spell fell, the few Qin family monks died on the spot, leaving only the fifth-level realm. This guy threw himself in front of a casual cultivator recruited by Qingyu Mountain with bruises all over his body. He couldn't even use his spiritual power to protect himself. The man laughed loudly and said, "I deserve to be rich." The five-level realm was pierced through.
The few people nearby looked at this guy enviously, mainly because this guy was only at the third-level realm, killing a fifth-level realm, the meritorious service was 15 points, counting the reward from Qingyu Mountain, this shot gave He earned forty Lingshi!
For casual cultivators, forty spirit stones are a lot of wealth. When the cultivation level is not high, it is enough for two or three months of practice. JrNovels.com
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