Chapter: 315
Because everyone knows that begging for mercy is useless if you can't escape after being defeated by monks from the hostile camp.
This has created a kind of ruthlessness among Kyushu monks who "look down on life and death, and do it if you don't accept it". The higher the cultivation level, the more obvious this situation is.
Repair, kill the enemy, repair again, kill the enemy again...
Repeatedly, living beings jumped up one by one, most of them turned into dead bodies, and only a few escaped.
The sky is getting brighter, and the loss of Wanmo Ridge continues to expand, but this does not seem to have much impact on the latecomers. They will also be afraid when they jump up, but this does not hinder their determination to fight.
Another night fell.
Blood was everywhere on the ground of the arena, and the pungent smell of blood permeated the air, thick as if it couldn't be melted away.
Approaching the direction of the Haotian Union camp, Lu Ye sat cross-legged, holding a spirit stone in each hand, with unswallowed jerky in his mouth, his head drooping, taking a nap.
After playing two days and one night in a row, he was already very tired, so now he had to rest up every time he played a game, taking this rare opportunity to take a short rest.
As for the recovery... under the automatic operation of the gluttonous meal, after swallowing a pill, there is no need to worry about it.
Weiyang looked at him with distressed eyes. After such a long battle, Lu Ye would inevitably be injured. In normal times, Weiyang could easily deal with these injuries, but because of the constraints of heaven, Lu Ye could not rely on any help. The external force, that is, those wounds, were all bandaged by himself.
His clothes had already been stained red with blood, and he threw them away. The red man's upper body was wrapped with some cotton cloth, and the wound was covered with the healing medicine powder that Huaci had prepared for him.
"How many games?" Someone asked Li Baxian.
Li Baxian squirmed his dry lips: "Thirty-two games!"
"Thirty-two games!" The person who asked the question took a light breath and looked at Lu Ye with a complicated expression in front of him. What an amazing record this is.
You must know that this is thirty-two battles of leapfrog battles. Judging from the current frequency, it should be possible to fight forty battles after dawn!
When the two parties signed the Heavenly Deed, only forty-three sects left their names on the Heavenly Deed.
No one thought that Lu Ye could fight forty-three battles, even Li Baxian didn't think about it. What he thought was that if Lu Ye could survive the three-day time limit, he could win.
Things that Li Baxian couldn't even think of, Wanmo Ridge's side naturally couldn't think of it. What kind of person can fight forty-three battles without losing? This kind of thing has never happened in the practice world of Kyushu. In the eyes of the experts from Wanmo Ridge who led this matter, Lu Ye is doomed.
But everyone underestimated the speed of Lu Ye's killing. Those six-level realms who fought were often knocked to the ground by Lu Ye in a very short period of time.
Just halfway through the three-day time limit, thirty-two games have already been played, and by chance, there are only eleven sects left that have not played.
Even if more monks from the two camps gathered after hearing the news, and the number of people on the Golden Light Summit exceeded 4,000, as long as Lu Ye survived forty-three battles, he would have won.
Later, even if the monks of Wanmo Ridge were unwilling to do anything, they did not dare to do anything, because under the constraints of heaven, once they took action to deal with Lu Ye, not only would they encounter the Haotian Union's all-powerful killing, but the forty-three in The sects whose names were recorded on the Tianji Deed, and even those strong men on the Lingxi list, had to deal with them.
This is the justice of heaven and will never be provoked by anyone.
There are only eleven games left before the final victory, but Li Baxian's heart is getting more and more uneasy. He doesn't know if his little brother can persevere, because the aura on his body is already a bit obscure. It was caused by swallowing a large number of spiritual pills, which undoubtedly had a great impact on the junior brother. The obscurity of spiritual power will affect his strength. The most obvious point is that Lu Ye's killing speed has slowed down now, and his knife is not as sharp as before. , not as fast as before.
Every battle takes longer and longer. The longer the battle, the more he consumes, and the more he needs the elixir to replenish, which will fall into a vicious circle.
When it was time for a stick of incense, Weiyang couldn't bear it, but still poked Lu Ye lightly: "Little brother."
Lu Ye suddenly raised his head, his eyes were full of exhaustion, he was at a loss for a moment, and then he realized that he swallowed the unchewed jerky in his mouth, stood up with a long knife in his hand, and looked at the cultivator from Wanmo Ridge opposite him , said the sentence that had been said more than thirty times: "Green Blood Sect, Lu Ye!"
The battle started again, above the arena, the light of the knife flickered, the body rushed forward, and the blood flew.
One battle after another started, subsided, and the sky brightened again. JrNovels.com
This has created a kind of ruthlessness among Kyushu monks who "look down on life and death, and do it if you don't accept it". The higher the cultivation level, the more obvious this situation is.
Repair, kill the enemy, repair again, kill the enemy again...
Repeatedly, living beings jumped up one by one, most of them turned into dead bodies, and only a few escaped.
The sky is getting brighter, and the loss of Wanmo Ridge continues to expand, but this does not seem to have much impact on the latecomers. They will also be afraid when they jump up, but this does not hinder their determination to fight.
Another night fell.
Blood was everywhere on the ground of the arena, and the pungent smell of blood permeated the air, thick as if it couldn't be melted away.
Approaching the direction of the Haotian Union camp, Lu Ye sat cross-legged, holding a spirit stone in each hand, with unswallowed jerky in his mouth, his head drooping, taking a nap.
After playing two days and one night in a row, he was already very tired, so now he had to rest up every time he played a game, taking this rare opportunity to take a short rest.
As for the recovery... under the automatic operation of the gluttonous meal, after swallowing a pill, there is no need to worry about it.
Weiyang looked at him with distressed eyes. After such a long battle, Lu Ye would inevitably be injured. In normal times, Weiyang could easily deal with these injuries, but because of the constraints of heaven, Lu Ye could not rely on any help. The external force, that is, those wounds, were all bandaged by himself.
His clothes had already been stained red with blood, and he threw them away. The red man's upper body was wrapped with some cotton cloth, and the wound was covered with the healing medicine powder that Huaci had prepared for him.
"How many games?" Someone asked Li Baxian.
Li Baxian squirmed his dry lips: "Thirty-two games!"
"Thirty-two games!" The person who asked the question took a light breath and looked at Lu Ye with a complicated expression in front of him. What an amazing record this is.
You must know that this is thirty-two battles of leapfrog battles. Judging from the current frequency, it should be possible to fight forty battles after dawn!
When the two parties signed the Heavenly Deed, only forty-three sects left their names on the Heavenly Deed.
No one thought that Lu Ye could fight forty-three battles, even Li Baxian didn't think about it. What he thought was that if Lu Ye could survive the three-day time limit, he could win.
Things that Li Baxian couldn't even think of, Wanmo Ridge's side naturally couldn't think of it. What kind of person can fight forty-three battles without losing? This kind of thing has never happened in the practice world of Kyushu. In the eyes of the experts from Wanmo Ridge who led this matter, Lu Ye is doomed.
But everyone underestimated the speed of Lu Ye's killing. Those six-level realms who fought were often knocked to the ground by Lu Ye in a very short period of time.
Just halfway through the three-day time limit, thirty-two games have already been played, and by chance, there are only eleven sects left that have not played.
Even if more monks from the two camps gathered after hearing the news, and the number of people on the Golden Light Summit exceeded 4,000, as long as Lu Ye survived forty-three battles, he would have won.
Later, even if the monks of Wanmo Ridge were unwilling to do anything, they did not dare to do anything, because under the constraints of heaven, once they took action to deal with Lu Ye, not only would they encounter the Haotian Union's all-powerful killing, but the forty-three in The sects whose names were recorded on the Tianji Deed, and even those strong men on the Lingxi list, had to deal with them.
This is the justice of heaven and will never be provoked by anyone.
There are only eleven games left before the final victory, but Li Baxian's heart is getting more and more uneasy. He doesn't know if his little brother can persevere, because the aura on his body is already a bit obscure. It was caused by swallowing a large number of spiritual pills, which undoubtedly had a great impact on the junior brother. The obscurity of spiritual power will affect his strength. The most obvious point is that Lu Ye's killing speed has slowed down now, and his knife is not as sharp as before. , not as fast as before.
Every battle takes longer and longer. The longer the battle, the more he consumes, and the more he needs the elixir to replenish, which will fall into a vicious circle.
When it was time for a stick of incense, Weiyang couldn't bear it, but still poked Lu Ye lightly: "Little brother."
Lu Ye suddenly raised his head, his eyes were full of exhaustion, he was at a loss for a moment, and then he realized that he swallowed the unchewed jerky in his mouth, stood up with a long knife in his hand, and looked at the cultivator from Wanmo Ridge opposite him , said the sentence that had been said more than thirty times: "Green Blood Sect, Lu Ye!"
The battle started again, above the arena, the light of the knife flickered, the body rushed forward, and the blood flew.
One battle after another started, subsided, and the sky brightened again. JrNovels.com
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