Chapter: 320
So no matter what, this battle cannot be lost!
If you want to win, you can't be cut by the opponent. The lethality of the spirit weapon is too terrifying, but he is also a soldier, and when he fights with people close to him, he can't avoid it at all.
Moment head big!
Before he could come up with a countermeasure, someone from Wanmo Ridge reminded him, "It's time!"
Li Baxian glared at him viciously!
When Lu Ye started to rest, the incense candle that was lit was extinguished, and Lu Ye, who was resting with his head down, raised his head again. Under the gaze of thousands of eyes, he stood up with his broken knife just like before, staggering, walking vanity.
The eyelids of a group of Wanmo Ridge monks jumped. Lu Ye looked like he might fall down at any time, but the facts proved that once this guy fought with others, he became fierce.
If they hadn't seen him fight for more than 40 consecutive games, everyone would have thought that this guy was just putting on a show.
No one knew what kind of faith and will it was that kept this mere fifth-layer cultivator from falling down, and was still invincible on the blood-stained arena.
Zi'an came out, and the two sides reported to each other as usual.
There was a buzzing in Lu Ye's ears, which was caused by excessive energy, and some of them couldn't hear what they were saying clearly, but it didn't matter, the elder sister would remember it.
boom��
The moment the spiritual power exploded, the two figures rushed towards each other. This cultivator from Wanmo Ridge was not frightened by Lu Ye's terrifying record, and he didn't even take a defensive position. Best defense ever!
When the clash of spiritual weapons came, the two figures kept moving and staggering on the ring, and sparks flew everywhere when they collided.
The hearts of everyone on the Wanmo Ridge side were in their throats, because they knew that if they lost this battle, they would really have no chance. Although there was still one Holy Fire Cult left, the strength of the Holy Fire Cult was not as strong as Hu Ping is not as good as Zi'an, for Shang Lu Ye, there is only one dead end.
Three breaths, five breaths, ten breaths, twenty breaths, fifty breaths...
The slender members of Wanmo Ridge who were nervously watching the battle situation breathed out, the battle situation has stabilized!
They all praised secretly, as expected of being from a second-rank sect, this background is indeed stronger than others, those who have fought before, have never been able to fight against Lu Ye for such a long time in a head-to-head confrontation without showing weakness of.
There were people who persisted under Lu Ye's command for a long time, but they were chased and ran away. They focused on consuming Lu Ye's spiritual power and laying the foundation for victory for the latecomers. It was the first one who could compete head-on with Lu Ye for so long.
This kind of strength seems to have the capital to leapfrog the battle.
At this moment, Lu Ye became more and more awake. Although his ears were still buzzing, and some blurred scenes even occasionally flashed in front of his eyes, the pressure from the opposite side told him that this was a player whose strength and speed were not inferior to his. opponent.
To deal with such an opponent, we can only make a quick decision.
Lu Ye knew his situation, and his spiritual power was running out. If he continued to fight like this, he would definitely not be able to hold on. Once his spiritual power was exhausted and he hadn't dealt with his opponent, he would have to wait for death.
Turning his mind around, facing the opponent's blow, he did not resist and dodge, but slashed at the opponent.
This knife startled the cultivator of Wanmo Ridge. Lu Ye dared to take a blow from him, but he didn't dare to take a blow from Lu Ye. So many lives told him a truth before, the spiritual weapon in Lu Ye's hand was a bit outrageous. That is not a spiritual weapon that low-level monks can possess.
He dodges hastily.
The rhythm was disrupted in an instant. Originally, he and Lu Ye were evenly matched in attack, but when he started to defend, he lost his original vigor and became restrained.
As soon as he retreated and entered, Lu Ye had hacked seven or eight times in a row. Although he failed to do his best, the situation had begun to turn. From the scene, Lu Ye gradually gained the upper hand and slowly suppressed his opponent.
The man obviously knew that going on like this was not an option, and just as he was thinking about countermeasures, there was a clicking sound, and his hand suddenly lightened.
Looking up, all the souls of the dead came out, and his spiritual weapon was cut off! JrNovels.com
If you want to win, you can't be cut by the opponent. The lethality of the spirit weapon is too terrifying, but he is also a soldier, and when he fights with people close to him, he can't avoid it at all.
Moment head big!
Before he could come up with a countermeasure, someone from Wanmo Ridge reminded him, "It's time!"
Li Baxian glared at him viciously!
When Lu Ye started to rest, the incense candle that was lit was extinguished, and Lu Ye, who was resting with his head down, raised his head again. Under the gaze of thousands of eyes, he stood up with his broken knife just like before, staggering, walking vanity.
The eyelids of a group of Wanmo Ridge monks jumped. Lu Ye looked like he might fall down at any time, but the facts proved that once this guy fought with others, he became fierce.
If they hadn't seen him fight for more than 40 consecutive games, everyone would have thought that this guy was just putting on a show.
No one knew what kind of faith and will it was that kept this mere fifth-layer cultivator from falling down, and was still invincible on the blood-stained arena.
Zi'an came out, and the two sides reported to each other as usual.
There was a buzzing in Lu Ye's ears, which was caused by excessive energy, and some of them couldn't hear what they were saying clearly, but it didn't matter, the elder sister would remember it.
boom��
The moment the spiritual power exploded, the two figures rushed towards each other. This cultivator from Wanmo Ridge was not frightened by Lu Ye's terrifying record, and he didn't even take a defensive position. Best defense ever!
When the clash of spiritual weapons came, the two figures kept moving and staggering on the ring, and sparks flew everywhere when they collided.
The hearts of everyone on the Wanmo Ridge side were in their throats, because they knew that if they lost this battle, they would really have no chance. Although there was still one Holy Fire Cult left, the strength of the Holy Fire Cult was not as strong as Hu Ping is not as good as Zi'an, for Shang Lu Ye, there is only one dead end.
Three breaths, five breaths, ten breaths, twenty breaths, fifty breaths...
The slender members of Wanmo Ridge who were nervously watching the battle situation breathed out, the battle situation has stabilized!
They all praised secretly, as expected of being from a second-rank sect, this background is indeed stronger than others, those who have fought before, have never been able to fight against Lu Ye for such a long time in a head-to-head confrontation without showing weakness of.
There were people who persisted under Lu Ye's command for a long time, but they were chased and ran away. They focused on consuming Lu Ye's spiritual power and laying the foundation for victory for the latecomers. It was the first one who could compete head-on with Lu Ye for so long.
This kind of strength seems to have the capital to leapfrog the battle.
At this moment, Lu Ye became more and more awake. Although his ears were still buzzing, and some blurred scenes even occasionally flashed in front of his eyes, the pressure from the opposite side told him that this was a player whose strength and speed were not inferior to his. opponent.
To deal with such an opponent, we can only make a quick decision.
Lu Ye knew his situation, and his spiritual power was running out. If he continued to fight like this, he would definitely not be able to hold on. Once his spiritual power was exhausted and he hadn't dealt with his opponent, he would have to wait for death.
Turning his mind around, facing the opponent's blow, he did not resist and dodge, but slashed at the opponent.
This knife startled the cultivator of Wanmo Ridge. Lu Ye dared to take a blow from him, but he didn't dare to take a blow from Lu Ye. So many lives told him a truth before, the spiritual weapon in Lu Ye's hand was a bit outrageous. That is not a spiritual weapon that low-level monks can possess.
He dodges hastily.
The rhythm was disrupted in an instant. Originally, he and Lu Ye were evenly matched in attack, but when he started to defend, he lost his original vigor and became restrained.
As soon as he retreated and entered, Lu Ye had hacked seven or eight times in a row. Although he failed to do his best, the situation had begun to turn. From the scene, Lu Ye gradually gained the upper hand and slowly suppressed his opponent.
The man obviously knew that going on like this was not an option, and just as he was thinking about countermeasures, there was a clicking sound, and his hand suddenly lightened.
Looking up, all the souls of the dead came out, and his spiritual weapon was cut off! JrNovels.com
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