Chapter: 318
The incense candles on the side were burned out, and it was time for rest.
Lu Ye stood up holding the broken knife, and walked forward step by step.
Weiyang opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn't say it in the end.
She wanted to tell Lu Ye that she only needed to win three more games, but she was afraid that what she said would affect Lu Ye's state. Sometimes knowing the future trend may not be a good thing.
On the top of the Golden Light, there was a huge crowd of people all around. There were already more than 5,000 monks from the two camps gathered here. When Lu Ye was repairing, there were voices of people talking. The scene was chaotic, but when he came out At that time, the whole world was quiet.
Thousands of eyes were fixed on him, and even the monks on the Wanmo Ridge lost the previous contempt and ridicule. Everyone looked at him with serious eyes.
A fifth-level cultivator has fought 40 consecutive battles without a single defeat. Such a proud record is not allowed to be desecrated by anyone, even cultivators from the opposing faction will give him enough respect.
It is foreseeable that for a long time to come, the figure who walks step by step up to the blood-poured arena with a broken knife will be the nightmare of many Wanmo Ridge cultivators.
On the arena, Lu Ye stood still, and the mountain wind howled.
On the other side of Wanmo Ridge, two figures stood out. The next moment, thousands of pairs of sharp eyes from Haotian Union stared at them. Among them, there were many strong men on the Lingxi list, and their murderous intentions began to surge in an instant.
The two Ten Thousand Demon Ridge cultivators almost shrank back in fright. The situation...was terrifying.
That Hu Ping knew something was wrong, so he quickly explained: "It's not about two against one, it's just that fellow Daoist One Leaf chooses an opponent himself."
Zi'an nodded again and again, expressing that they didn't bother to do such a worthless thing as two against one.
Lu Ye raised his broken knife, pointed at Hu Ping, and said calmly, "Then you."
Hu Ping raised his eyebrows in surprise.
Although Zian was reluctant, he still retreated.
Hu Ping took a deep breath, and was about to report to Lu Ye, when there was a bump in his ear, and he could see the blood-stained mud on Lu Ye's side, flying like an arrow. He culled towards himself.
Hu Ping was shocked, this guy would report himself every time, why didn't he even give him a chance to say a word this time, what kind of madness is this?
As soon as Lu Ye changed his normal behavior, he took the initiative to launch an attack. This was unexpected by everyone, and it also aroused the suspicion of many people in Wanmo Ridge. They wondered if he wanted to die because of a broken spirit weapon...
In the blink of an eye, the two had already fought each other, there was a clanging sound, and their spirit weapons kept colliding.
Hu Ping is also a soldier, and the spiritual weapon in his hand is also a knife, but Lu Ye's knife is different in that his knife is much wider and shorter. It is a traditional machete.
As a disciple from a third-rank sect, Hu Ping himself is quite capable. Although he has no record of killing enemies by leapfrogging, there are very few fellow practitioners who are his opponents.
In particular, the wide open and close sword technique was deployed, with the vigor of a gust of wind sweeping the fallen leaves. If Lu Ye's sword is sharp and aggressive, then his sword is violent and fierce.
However, after fighting against Lu Ye, a fifth-level realm, he discovered to his horror that his sword skills were completely incapable, and the opponent's spirit weapon was indeed broken, but his speed and strength were not something he could compete with.
After a few slashes, he couldn't stop the opponent's fierce attack, and he couldn't help stepping back, his tiger's mouth was a little cracked. In his feeling, he was not fighting with a fifth-level cultivator at all, but a monk. A beast full of blood.
The pressure is too strong!
With a clang, Hu Ping leaned back, and the spiritual weapon in his hand almost flew out. He wanted to stabilize his body, but his feet slipped.
Too many people died in this arena, and the blood of all the fighters dyed the entire Jinguangding blood red. Hu Ping, who was fighting on the stage for the first time, suffered a big loss because of this.
Xue Liang's saber flashed, Hu Ping forced himself to stabilize his body, trying to block it with a saber, but the saber's light bypassed his spiritual weapon and slashed down fiercely.
It was too late to resist at this moment, and Hu Ping also had a lot of experience in fighting life and death, so his heart became ruthless, and he slashed at Lu Ye's neck with his knife. JrNovels.com
Lu Ye stood up holding the broken knife, and walked forward step by step.
Weiyang opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn't say it in the end.
She wanted to tell Lu Ye that she only needed to win three more games, but she was afraid that what she said would affect Lu Ye's state. Sometimes knowing the future trend may not be a good thing.
On the top of the Golden Light, there was a huge crowd of people all around. There were already more than 5,000 monks from the two camps gathered here. When Lu Ye was repairing, there were voices of people talking. The scene was chaotic, but when he came out At that time, the whole world was quiet.
Thousands of eyes were fixed on him, and even the monks on the Wanmo Ridge lost the previous contempt and ridicule. Everyone looked at him with serious eyes.
A fifth-level cultivator has fought 40 consecutive battles without a single defeat. Such a proud record is not allowed to be desecrated by anyone, even cultivators from the opposing faction will give him enough respect.
It is foreseeable that for a long time to come, the figure who walks step by step up to the blood-poured arena with a broken knife will be the nightmare of many Wanmo Ridge cultivators.
On the arena, Lu Ye stood still, and the mountain wind howled.
On the other side of Wanmo Ridge, two figures stood out. The next moment, thousands of pairs of sharp eyes from Haotian Union stared at them. Among them, there were many strong men on the Lingxi list, and their murderous intentions began to surge in an instant.
The two Ten Thousand Demon Ridge cultivators almost shrank back in fright. The situation...was terrifying.
That Hu Ping knew something was wrong, so he quickly explained: "It's not about two against one, it's just that fellow Daoist One Leaf chooses an opponent himself."
Zi'an nodded again and again, expressing that they didn't bother to do such a worthless thing as two against one.
Lu Ye raised his broken knife, pointed at Hu Ping, and said calmly, "Then you."
Hu Ping raised his eyebrows in surprise.
Although Zian was reluctant, he still retreated.
Hu Ping took a deep breath, and was about to report to Lu Ye, when there was a bump in his ear, and he could see the blood-stained mud on Lu Ye's side, flying like an arrow. He culled towards himself.
Hu Ping was shocked, this guy would report himself every time, why didn't he even give him a chance to say a word this time, what kind of madness is this?
As soon as Lu Ye changed his normal behavior, he took the initiative to launch an attack. This was unexpected by everyone, and it also aroused the suspicion of many people in Wanmo Ridge. They wondered if he wanted to die because of a broken spirit weapon...
In the blink of an eye, the two had already fought each other, there was a clanging sound, and their spirit weapons kept colliding.
Hu Ping is also a soldier, and the spiritual weapon in his hand is also a knife, but Lu Ye's knife is different in that his knife is much wider and shorter. It is a traditional machete.
As a disciple from a third-rank sect, Hu Ping himself is quite capable. Although he has no record of killing enemies by leapfrogging, there are very few fellow practitioners who are his opponents.
In particular, the wide open and close sword technique was deployed, with the vigor of a gust of wind sweeping the fallen leaves. If Lu Ye's sword is sharp and aggressive, then his sword is violent and fierce.
However, after fighting against Lu Ye, a fifth-level realm, he discovered to his horror that his sword skills were completely incapable, and the opponent's spirit weapon was indeed broken, but his speed and strength were not something he could compete with.
After a few slashes, he couldn't stop the opponent's fierce attack, and he couldn't help stepping back, his tiger's mouth was a little cracked. In his feeling, he was not fighting with a fifth-level cultivator at all, but a monk. A beast full of blood.
The pressure is too strong!
With a clang, Hu Ping leaned back, and the spiritual weapon in his hand almost flew out. He wanted to stabilize his body, but his feet slipped.
Too many people died in this arena, and the blood of all the fighters dyed the entire Jinguangding blood red. Hu Ping, who was fighting on the stage for the first time, suffered a big loss because of this.
Xue Liang's saber flashed, Hu Ping forced himself to stabilize his body, trying to block it with a saber, but the saber's light bypassed his spiritual weapon and slashed down fiercely.
It was too late to resist at this moment, and Hu Ping also had a lot of experience in fighting life and death, so his heart became ruthless, and he slashed at Lu Ye's neck with his knife. JrNovels.com
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