Hearing about it is one thing, seeing it with your own eyes is another.

Until now, Lu Ye was finally sure that his third senior brother's talent was indeed only stronger than the fourth senior brother's, and it could be seen from the speed of his cultivation alone.

Emotions surged in his heart, but Lu Ye remained expressionless on the surface.

Although it was the first time seeing this third senior brother, Lu Ye still had an indescribable sense of intimacy.

Among other things, when he learned that he was using a saber, the third senior brother immediately sorted out his years of saber practice experience and entrusted his son to pass it on.

Lu Ye's continuous slash and flash all come from the third senior brother's experience in sword skills.

At this moment, the battle between the two was fierce, their spiritual power was surging, and their swords and guns were criss-crossing.

Lu Ye watched for a while, and also noticed something, that is, the third senior brother definitely didn't just fight this one, because he had some injuries on his body, not caused by the spear.

Obviously, he had fought one or even several fights before, but judging from the results, if he can continue to stand here, he should have won.

But even so, he was still able to fight against enemies who were a little higher than himself, and even gained some upper hand.

If it continues like this, it may not be difficult to win this game. Naturally, many monks on Wanmo Ridge saw this, and they all had serious expressions.

The enemy will be rewarded with military exploits after defeat. It�s just that there are so many people watching the battle, and it�s true that they lose face. Because there is no large-scale war breaking out here, the soldiers are very concerned about winning or losing such a battle.

That Mu Tianxing also sensed that the situation was not good for him, and he suddenly put on a style of fighting with his life, with his spear like a dragon like a dragon, and his offensive was fierce.

Seeing this situation, Xiao Xinghe changed his valiant and indomitable saber posture just now, and stood up steadily. Lu Ye nodded secretly as he saw it. This is the most correct way to deal with it.

Mu Tianxing became more and more impatient, with spiritual power surging all over his body, and he stabbed out with a spear. Xiao Xinghe backed away, avoiding the shot, but almost hit the Haotianmeng cultivator who was watching the battle behind him.

Under normal circumstances, in the face of such a scene, it is natural for the spectators to avoid it early, so as to facilitate the actions of both sides.

But those few Haotianmeng cultivators who watched the battle did not know why, they stood still in place, and one of them even moved his body intentionally or unintentionally, allowing Xiao Xinghe to bump into himself.

He immediately raised his hand and patted Xiao Xinghe's shoulder, yelling: "Be careful!"

Xiao Xinghe never expected that at such a critical moment, one of his own people would secretly trip him up, and the seemingly light slap of the other party caused his spiritual power to surge.

Seeing this, Mu Tianxing's eyes lit up, and he stabbed the spear straight into Xiao Xinghe's heart.

Under this shot, life and death will be divided!

Lu Ye raised his hand and pressed the long sword at his waist, but before he could make any movement, he saw Xiao Xinghe's body turned sideways, the spear pierced his shoulder blade, and he slashed out.

Blood spurted out, and the head flew out.

The headless body fell from mid-air.

Xiao Xinghe panted heavily, turned his head slowly, stared at the Haotianmeng cultivator who just slapped him with a cold gaze, without saying a word, his eyes showed murderous intent.

That Haotianmeng monk's face is like a crown jade, he looks good, and his clothes are extremely luxurious, obviously of extraordinary origin, even though he is stared at by Xiao Xinghe like this, his expression is indifferent, he only slightly stimulates his spiritual power to protect his whole body: " What do you want to do? Think it through!"

The cultivation base pervading from his body is impressively at the level of the seventh layer of the real lake. Looking around here, only Tong Shuyao can match it.

"What's the situation over there?" Lu Ye narrowed his eyes slightly and asked.

Although what happened just now was not easy for others to notice, but there are all monks in the Real Lake Realm present, who hasn�t seen it clearly? Many monks from Wanmo Ridge are baffled. They don�t know why there is a bit of fighting in Haotian Union, but they are also happy about it.

It's just that Xiao Xinghe's own fighter was beheaded with a single knife, somewhat embarrassing. JrNovels.com