Chapter: 317
But now she didn't dodge, instead she slammed into Lu Ye's arms, and the claw on her right hand was pulled out towards Lu Ye's heart.
Pooh...
Blood splattered, and the claws of the cat demon pierced Lu Ye's heart, but she froze in place, raised her head, looked at Lu Ye, with a puzzled face: "Why do you..."
Lu Ye kicked out, and kicked the cat demon in front of her into the air. She raised her hand to cover her throat when she was still in the air. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it. After struggling for a moment, the look in his eyes quickly faded.
Lu Ye raised his hand to cover his chest, took a deep breath, and sensed that the injury was not serious and did not touch his heart.
At that moment just now, he had the opportunity to urge the guarding spirit pattern to resist, but now his spiritual power is getting less and less, and as he swallows the spiritual pill, the spiritual power is getting more and more obscure, so if he can save spiritual power Under the premise, he will try his best to save his spiritual power, and it doesn't matter if he would rather suffer a little injury for this.
In the silence of the venue, he walked up to the Haotian Union camp with the broken knife in hand, sat down cross-legged, took out the healing powder from the storage bag, and applied it on his chest.
Weiyang looked at him, clenched his fists tightly, resisting the urge to go up and bandage him...
"Idiot!" On the side of Wanmo Ridge, a strong man on the Lingxi list gritted his teeth and cursed. The breaking of Lu Ye's weapon just now was definitely the closest step for the side of Wanmo Ridge to win. There was a great chance to kill Lu Ye, but this guy was so smug that his throat was blocked with a knife, and his death was unknown, it was extremely stupid.
The fortieth battle is over, and the last three battles are left, and the sky is already bright!
However, it doesn't matter anymore, Lu Ye's long knife has been broken, his overall strength must be greatly weakened, and he can be taken down in the last three battles no matter what.
The strong men on the Lingxi List looked at each other and let out a long breath.
Before signing the contract with Li Baxian that day, none of them thought that the situation would develop like this. Everyone thought that no matter how powerful Lu Ye was, he would not be able to survive ten rounds.
But now it's more than ten rounds, it's already forty rounds!
At this moment, they are most grateful for the news provided by Han Zheyue, otherwise those who agreed to him to challenge the cultivation level without knowing it would have killed the forty-three sects. joke.
In front of the arena, the three Wanmo Ridge monks look at me and I look at you. These are the challengers of the last three sects. One of the three is from the Holy Fire Cult. The shape of a flame on the forehead seems to be burning. It is the symbol of their sacred fire, and the other two are disciples from two or three rank sects.
They will be ranked last, which is naturally related to their origins. The sects behind those who played before are not as strong as them, so they are ranked at the front.
The first forty people have paved the throne leading to victory with blood and death, and no matter who goes into battle next, they have a great chance to win the fruits of that victory.
This is not only about generous rewards, but also about their own future, so all three want to play next.
However, after all, the Sacred Fire Cult was only a fourth rank, and it was still inferior to the other two. After hesitating for a while, they took the initiative to take a step back. The meaning was obvious, and they gave up the opportunity to the other two.
"Senior brother Hu Ping, what do you say?" One person spoke, his eyes eager to try.
"Junior Brother Zi'an has given me a problem. If I say I go first, you will definitely disagree, but if I ask you to go first, I'm not happy either." Hu Ping lowered his voice, "At this juncture, it is impossible for us to go first. Decide the outcome."
"Yes, but there must be a priority." Zian nodded.
"How about this, let him choose himself, whoever he chooses will be who he chooses!"
"Is that so...very good!"
After a brief discussion, the two stood in place and waited, each looking at Lu Ye who was adjusting on the ring, as if looking at a dead person.
Approaching the side of the Haotian Union, Lu Ye silently sensed his own state. It was very bad. Even if there was an incense stick of time to recuperate, the spiritual power in his body would not recover much. After such successive battles, he now only has about 30% of his spiritual power left.
Although there were many injuries on his body, there was nothing serious about it. The healing medicinal powder that Huaci prepared for him had excellent curative effect on injuries, but the symptoms of blood loss still made him feel a little top-heavy.
He didn't know how many people he had killed, and he didn't know how many more battles he would have to fight, but he knew that if someone fought, he had to stand up.
This is the path he chose, as he said before, he is not afraid of death, but he does not want to wait for death. JrNovels.com
Pooh...
Blood splattered, and the claws of the cat demon pierced Lu Ye's heart, but she froze in place, raised her head, looked at Lu Ye, with a puzzled face: "Why do you..."
Lu Ye kicked out, and kicked the cat demon in front of her into the air. She raised her hand to cover her throat when she was still in the air. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it. After struggling for a moment, the look in his eyes quickly faded.
Lu Ye raised his hand to cover his chest, took a deep breath, and sensed that the injury was not serious and did not touch his heart.
At that moment just now, he had the opportunity to urge the guarding spirit pattern to resist, but now his spiritual power is getting less and less, and as he swallows the spiritual pill, the spiritual power is getting more and more obscure, so if he can save spiritual power Under the premise, he will try his best to save his spiritual power, and it doesn't matter if he would rather suffer a little injury for this.
In the silence of the venue, he walked up to the Haotian Union camp with the broken knife in hand, sat down cross-legged, took out the healing powder from the storage bag, and applied it on his chest.
Weiyang looked at him, clenched his fists tightly, resisting the urge to go up and bandage him...
"Idiot!" On the side of Wanmo Ridge, a strong man on the Lingxi list gritted his teeth and cursed. The breaking of Lu Ye's weapon just now was definitely the closest step for the side of Wanmo Ridge to win. There was a great chance to kill Lu Ye, but this guy was so smug that his throat was blocked with a knife, and his death was unknown, it was extremely stupid.
The fortieth battle is over, and the last three battles are left, and the sky is already bright!
However, it doesn't matter anymore, Lu Ye's long knife has been broken, his overall strength must be greatly weakened, and he can be taken down in the last three battles no matter what.
The strong men on the Lingxi List looked at each other and let out a long breath.
Before signing the contract with Li Baxian that day, none of them thought that the situation would develop like this. Everyone thought that no matter how powerful Lu Ye was, he would not be able to survive ten rounds.
But now it's more than ten rounds, it's already forty rounds!
At this moment, they are most grateful for the news provided by Han Zheyue, otherwise those who agreed to him to challenge the cultivation level without knowing it would have killed the forty-three sects. joke.
In front of the arena, the three Wanmo Ridge monks look at me and I look at you. These are the challengers of the last three sects. One of the three is from the Holy Fire Cult. The shape of a flame on the forehead seems to be burning. It is the symbol of their sacred fire, and the other two are disciples from two or three rank sects.
They will be ranked last, which is naturally related to their origins. The sects behind those who played before are not as strong as them, so they are ranked at the front.
The first forty people have paved the throne leading to victory with blood and death, and no matter who goes into battle next, they have a great chance to win the fruits of that victory.
This is not only about generous rewards, but also about their own future, so all three want to play next.
However, after all, the Sacred Fire Cult was only a fourth rank, and it was still inferior to the other two. After hesitating for a while, they took the initiative to take a step back. The meaning was obvious, and they gave up the opportunity to the other two.
"Senior brother Hu Ping, what do you say?" One person spoke, his eyes eager to try.
"Junior Brother Zi'an has given me a problem. If I say I go first, you will definitely disagree, but if I ask you to go first, I'm not happy either." Hu Ping lowered his voice, "At this juncture, it is impossible for us to go first. Decide the outcome."
"Yes, but there must be a priority." Zian nodded.
"How about this, let him choose himself, whoever he chooses will be who he chooses!"
"Is that so...very good!"
After a brief discussion, the two stood in place and waited, each looking at Lu Ye who was adjusting on the ring, as if looking at a dead person.
Approaching the side of the Haotian Union, Lu Ye silently sensed his own state. It was very bad. Even if there was an incense stick of time to recuperate, the spiritual power in his body would not recover much. After such successive battles, he now only has about 30% of his spiritual power left.
Although there were many injuries on his body, there was nothing serious about it. The healing medicinal powder that Huaci prepared for him had excellent curative effect on injuries, but the symptoms of blood loss still made him feel a little top-heavy.
He didn't know how many people he had killed, and he didn't know how many more battles he would have to fight, but he knew that if someone fought, he had to stand up.
This is the path he chose, as he said before, he is not afraid of death, but he does not want to wait for death. JrNovels.com
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