Chapter: 321
Lu Ye fought for more than 40 consecutive battles. Except for his spirit weapon long knife being cut off by the Wanmo Ridge side, he has never cut off the enemy's spirit weapon.
The sharp spirit pattern is indeed powerful, but the spirit weapon itself is also very strong. Those opponents before were either hacked to death by him a few times, or they didn't confront him head-on. Naturally, he didn't have this chance.
But the person in front of him is different. The two sides attacked each other before, but every time it was a collision between spiritual weapons! Even if Lu Ye didn't activate the Fengrui spirit pattern every time, the spirit weapon in the opponent's hand couldn't resist.
The long knife slashed down, bringing up a pool of blood!
On the ring, Zian retreated quickly, but there was still a wound on his chest and abdomen. On the opposite side of him, Lu Ye stepped forward and slashed again.
Zian rolled the ground gourd and narrowly avoided it. When he got up, his body was covered in blood-stained soil, and he was extremely embarrassed.
Just when he stood firm, a strong wind hit him from behind his head. He was a vicious dog rushing for food. He felt a chill on the top of his head, and a large piece of his scalp was peeled off.
Fell to the ground with difficulty, Zi'an knew that he was doomed this time.
I really can't figure out why the other party's spiritual weapon was broken, why it didn't affect its power, and my own spiritual weapon was broken, and it was like a decoration in my hand...
There was absolutely no way to dodge the next blow, but the arrogance of being from a second-rank sect made him grit his teeth and didn't say those two words.
He didn't shout, someone shouted for him: "Admit defeat!"
But one of Zi'an's senior sisters saw that the situation was not good, and knew that if she didn't shout, her junior brother would die. Even if she was not reconciled, even if she knew that Wanmo Ridge would have no chance after shouting, she couldn't just watch her His younger brother was sent to death like this.
Lu Ye, who was in pursuit, stopped and looked at Zian who stood up in a panic.
Shocking cheers came from the Haotian Union camp, and thousands of people shouted and laughed wildly, until the entire Golden Light Dome trembled.
The dizzy Lu Ye was confused, and walked back with a broken knife, looking at Li Baxian and Weiyang: "Finished?"
The Haotianmeng party is celebrating like a new year, so it is inevitable that he has such a misunderstanding.
Li Baxian smiled and said, "Not yet."
Lu Ye sat down cross-legged, threw a panacea into his mouth, and switched the exercise to gluttonous food to speed up the refining of the pill.
I'm so happy that I haven't finished playing!
"There's one last match!" Li Baxian's voice came from behind Lu Ye, "See that guy over there with the flame mark on the center of his brow? That's from the Sacred Flame Cult, and your only opponent is him , but don�t be afraid, everything taught by Sacred Fire is Dharma Cultivator!�
If it was an encounter in the wild, a sixth-level Dharma cultivator would pose some threat to Lu Ye, but in this limited arena battle, the Dharma cultivation's threat to Lu Ye would be greatly reduced.
Li Baxian was extremely thankful that when he signed the contract with Wanmo Ridge, he agreed on the size of the arena.
The dharma cultivators sent by the Wanmo Ridge before were the fastest to die. Lu Ye was too fast and killed them in a few steps. Stronger ones can cast three or even four spells, but Lu Ye has the guardian spirit pattern, as long as his eyesight is enough, he can easily block those spells. Once he gets close to him, those spells can only wait for death or surrender.
Lu Ye raised his eyes and looked towards Wanmo Ridge, and he saw a sixth-level law cultivator with a flame mark between his eyebrows standing there waiting.
It looked like this was his last opponent.
He didn't take it lightly because of this, and silently checked his own state. He didn't have much spiritual power left, only more than 10%, and even if there was a recovery time of a stick of incense, he could barely recover to 20%. One battle should be enough.
"Brother, can I go home after the fight?" Lu Ye asked softly.
"Go home after the fight!" Li Baxian replied.
"Understood!" Lu Ye lowered his head, trying to recover his physical strength as much as possible.
The Haotianmeng side is still beaming. After Hu Ping and Zi'an, two disciples from second- and third-rank sects, died and surrendered, the remaining Sacred Fire Cultists couldn't possibly be Lu Ye's opponent. From the Haotianmeng side's point of view, , Lu Ye has secured the victory ahead of time. JrNovels.com
The sharp spirit pattern is indeed powerful, but the spirit weapon itself is also very strong. Those opponents before were either hacked to death by him a few times, or they didn't confront him head-on. Naturally, he didn't have this chance.
But the person in front of him is different. The two sides attacked each other before, but every time it was a collision between spiritual weapons! Even if Lu Ye didn't activate the Fengrui spirit pattern every time, the spirit weapon in the opponent's hand couldn't resist.
The long knife slashed down, bringing up a pool of blood!
On the ring, Zian retreated quickly, but there was still a wound on his chest and abdomen. On the opposite side of him, Lu Ye stepped forward and slashed again.
Zian rolled the ground gourd and narrowly avoided it. When he got up, his body was covered in blood-stained soil, and he was extremely embarrassed.
Just when he stood firm, a strong wind hit him from behind his head. He was a vicious dog rushing for food. He felt a chill on the top of his head, and a large piece of his scalp was peeled off.
Fell to the ground with difficulty, Zi'an knew that he was doomed this time.
I really can't figure out why the other party's spiritual weapon was broken, why it didn't affect its power, and my own spiritual weapon was broken, and it was like a decoration in my hand...
There was absolutely no way to dodge the next blow, but the arrogance of being from a second-rank sect made him grit his teeth and didn't say those two words.
He didn't shout, someone shouted for him: "Admit defeat!"
But one of Zi'an's senior sisters saw that the situation was not good, and knew that if she didn't shout, her junior brother would die. Even if she was not reconciled, even if she knew that Wanmo Ridge would have no chance after shouting, she couldn't just watch her His younger brother was sent to death like this.
Lu Ye, who was in pursuit, stopped and looked at Zian who stood up in a panic.
Shocking cheers came from the Haotian Union camp, and thousands of people shouted and laughed wildly, until the entire Golden Light Dome trembled.
The dizzy Lu Ye was confused, and walked back with a broken knife, looking at Li Baxian and Weiyang: "Finished?"
The Haotianmeng party is celebrating like a new year, so it is inevitable that he has such a misunderstanding.
Li Baxian smiled and said, "Not yet."
Lu Ye sat down cross-legged, threw a panacea into his mouth, and switched the exercise to gluttonous food to speed up the refining of the pill.
I'm so happy that I haven't finished playing!
"There's one last match!" Li Baxian's voice came from behind Lu Ye, "See that guy over there with the flame mark on the center of his brow? That's from the Sacred Flame Cult, and your only opponent is him , but don�t be afraid, everything taught by Sacred Fire is Dharma Cultivator!�
If it was an encounter in the wild, a sixth-level Dharma cultivator would pose some threat to Lu Ye, but in this limited arena battle, the Dharma cultivation's threat to Lu Ye would be greatly reduced.
Li Baxian was extremely thankful that when he signed the contract with Wanmo Ridge, he agreed on the size of the arena.
The dharma cultivators sent by the Wanmo Ridge before were the fastest to die. Lu Ye was too fast and killed them in a few steps. Stronger ones can cast three or even four spells, but Lu Ye has the guardian spirit pattern, as long as his eyesight is enough, he can easily block those spells. Once he gets close to him, those spells can only wait for death or surrender.
Lu Ye raised his eyes and looked towards Wanmo Ridge, and he saw a sixth-level law cultivator with a flame mark between his eyebrows standing there waiting.
It looked like this was his last opponent.
He didn't take it lightly because of this, and silently checked his own state. He didn't have much spiritual power left, only more than 10%, and even if there was a recovery time of a stick of incense, he could barely recover to 20%. One battle should be enough.
"Brother, can I go home after the fight?" Lu Ye asked softly.
"Go home after the fight!" Li Baxian replied.
"Understood!" Lu Ye lowered his head, trying to recover his physical strength as much as possible.
The Haotianmeng side is still beaming. After Hu Ping and Zi'an, two disciples from second- and third-rank sects, died and surrendered, the remaining Sacred Fire Cultists couldn't possibly be Lu Ye's opponent. From the Haotianmeng side's point of view, , Lu Ye has secured the victory ahead of time. JrNovels.com
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