Chapter: 401
"I'm out of strength!" Lu Ye explained, and then his face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he lost too much blood.
Li Baxian's expression was complicated, and he held back for a long time before saying: "Little brother, you are too hardworking."
This kind of result was something he never expected. Even if Lu Ye said before that the eighth level could be killed, he only regarded it as a young man's arrogance, and he was ready to intervene in the battle at any time.
In the end, my little junior brother really killed him!
Single-handedly killed!
This is too fierce.
That is a heaven-level seventh-layer realm! Even if it is suppressed, it will not be worse than an ordinary ninth-level realm.
Li Baxian suddenly realized that he seemed to have underestimated this little junior.
When Li Baxian broke his whereabouts, the young man knew that he had no way out, and the gestures he made were nothing more than to paralyze Li Baxian. With two scimitars in his hand, he put on a gesture: "Then come."
Lu Ye raised his hand and pressed it on the handle of the knife, holding it gently.
Li Baxian's voice rang in my ears: "Little brother, be careful yourself, this guy is a ghost cultivator, don't look at his current cultivation level of the eighth level, but in fact his real cultivation level is the seventh level of the heaven level , the spirit aperture has been opened to more than two hundred and forty. Of course, this position is suppressed and reconciled by heavenly secrets. The strength he can display is only at the ordinary eighth-level level, but his experience in killing enemies will not be suppressed. Strength and speed It is not comparable to the ordinary eighth-level, even if you can beat the ordinary eighth-level, you may not be his opponent."
"I know!"
Lu Ye responded, and when the words fell, the gravel flew under his feet, and he had already rushed towards the shady young man. He didn't care what Li Baxian thought about letting himself face such an opponent alone, but now the battle to defend Lingxi has come to an end. If there is such an opportunity to kill the enemy, you should cherish it.
Almost at the same time as Lu Ye made a movement, a stream of light shot towards Lu Ye in an instant.
The long knife was out of its sheath, and Lu Ye slashed it out. When the sparks splashed, Lu Ye felt a strong force rushing towards him, the tiger's mouth burst instantly, and the Panshan knife in his hand was bumped and lifted up.
Following this force, Lu Ye raised his long knife and sent the streamer that had been cut to his chest flying away.
The streamer was obviously a scimitar in the opponent's hand. The blow just now was just the power of the opponent's imperial weapon. The scimitar spun and flew into the air. However, a wound appeared on Lu Ye's chest, and blood flowed out. Injured by the strength of the machete.
Before he stabilized his figure, a figure blurred in front of his eyes, and the shady young man had already rushed forward, extremely fast!
Ghost cultivators are good at speed, not to mention that this is a ghost cultivator at the seventh level of the sky. The harmony and suppression of the heavenly secrets really makes him only able to display the strength of the eighth level, but even if it is suppressed, this speed is not unusual The eighth level of the world is comparable.
The other scimitar in the opponent's hand was already slashing head-on, Lu Ye raised the knife to block it, there was a clang, and his figure staggered back, at the same time, a strong wind hit the back of his head, but it was the one who was slashed by him and flew out. The scimitar came back again.
For Lu Ye, the way of the imperial weapon is simply incomprehensible.
Hua Ci looked nervous, and Li Baxian had already pinched a sword light. Although he asked Lu Ye to face this ghost cultivator, he would not really sit idly by. If Lu Ye was really in danger of his life, he would shot.
Seeing that the scimitar flying back was about to poke the back of Lu Ye's head, a spirit pattern suddenly appeared.
There was a clicking sound, and at the same time as the guard was shattered, Lu Ye's head sank downward, narrowly dodging the blow from the owl's head, a few broken hairs flew, and at the same time stabbed straight with the long knife in his hand, when the fiery red spiritual power clings, the sharp edge Spirit pattern blessing.
The ghost repaired sideways to avoid the blow, and the scimitar flipped in his hand like a living thing, cutting the flesh and blood on Lu Ye's arm at an unimaginable angle, and the blood flowed.
It took only three breaths to start the battle, and Lu Ye already had two wounds on his body. Although the injuries were not serious, it could be seen that the difference in strength between the two was not small. If the fight continued like this, Lu Ye's situation would only get worse.
Feng Yuechan glanced at Li Baxian leisurely, his eyes revealing his inquiry.
Li Baxian shook his head slowly. It's not time to intervene. The reason why he asked Lu Ye to deal with this ghost cultivator was mainly due to the rare opportunity. Although he had taught Lu Ye for twenty days in the Jade Blood Sect, it was still The senior brother taught the younger brother, even if he was ruthless and repeatedly injured Lu Ye, it was difficult for Lu Ye to truly experience the feeling of life and death, because both of them knew that Li Baxian couldn't really kill him.
But the situation is different now. Lu Ye is fighting against a monk from Wanmo Ridge. If he is not careful, he will really die.
As a military cultivator, if you can't get used to the feeling of walking on the edge of life and death, it will be difficult to break through yourself. JrNovels.com
Li Baxian's expression was complicated, and he held back for a long time before saying: "Little brother, you are too hardworking."
This kind of result was something he never expected. Even if Lu Ye said before that the eighth level could be killed, he only regarded it as a young man's arrogance, and he was ready to intervene in the battle at any time.
In the end, my little junior brother really killed him!
Single-handedly killed!
This is too fierce.
That is a heaven-level seventh-layer realm! Even if it is suppressed, it will not be worse than an ordinary ninth-level realm.
Li Baxian suddenly realized that he seemed to have underestimated this little junior.
When Li Baxian broke his whereabouts, the young man knew that he had no way out, and the gestures he made were nothing more than to paralyze Li Baxian. With two scimitars in his hand, he put on a gesture: "Then come."
Lu Ye raised his hand and pressed it on the handle of the knife, holding it gently.
Li Baxian's voice rang in my ears: "Little brother, be careful yourself, this guy is a ghost cultivator, don't look at his current cultivation level of the eighth level, but in fact his real cultivation level is the seventh level of the heaven level , the spirit aperture has been opened to more than two hundred and forty. Of course, this position is suppressed and reconciled by heavenly secrets. The strength he can display is only at the ordinary eighth-level level, but his experience in killing enemies will not be suppressed. Strength and speed It is not comparable to the ordinary eighth-level, even if you can beat the ordinary eighth-level, you may not be his opponent."
"I know!"
Lu Ye responded, and when the words fell, the gravel flew under his feet, and he had already rushed towards the shady young man. He didn't care what Li Baxian thought about letting himself face such an opponent alone, but now the battle to defend Lingxi has come to an end. If there is such an opportunity to kill the enemy, you should cherish it.
Almost at the same time as Lu Ye made a movement, a stream of light shot towards Lu Ye in an instant.
The long knife was out of its sheath, and Lu Ye slashed it out. When the sparks splashed, Lu Ye felt a strong force rushing towards him, the tiger's mouth burst instantly, and the Panshan knife in his hand was bumped and lifted up.
Following this force, Lu Ye raised his long knife and sent the streamer that had been cut to his chest flying away.
The streamer was obviously a scimitar in the opponent's hand. The blow just now was just the power of the opponent's imperial weapon. The scimitar spun and flew into the air. However, a wound appeared on Lu Ye's chest, and blood flowed out. Injured by the strength of the machete.
Before he stabilized his figure, a figure blurred in front of his eyes, and the shady young man had already rushed forward, extremely fast!
Ghost cultivators are good at speed, not to mention that this is a ghost cultivator at the seventh level of the sky. The harmony and suppression of the heavenly secrets really makes him only able to display the strength of the eighth level, but even if it is suppressed, this speed is not unusual The eighth level of the world is comparable.
The other scimitar in the opponent's hand was already slashing head-on, Lu Ye raised the knife to block it, there was a clang, and his figure staggered back, at the same time, a strong wind hit the back of his head, but it was the one who was slashed by him and flew out. The scimitar came back again.
For Lu Ye, the way of the imperial weapon is simply incomprehensible.
Hua Ci looked nervous, and Li Baxian had already pinched a sword light. Although he asked Lu Ye to face this ghost cultivator, he would not really sit idly by. If Lu Ye was really in danger of his life, he would shot.
Seeing that the scimitar flying back was about to poke the back of Lu Ye's head, a spirit pattern suddenly appeared.
There was a clicking sound, and at the same time as the guard was shattered, Lu Ye's head sank downward, narrowly dodging the blow from the owl's head, a few broken hairs flew, and at the same time stabbed straight with the long knife in his hand, when the fiery red spiritual power clings, the sharp edge Spirit pattern blessing.
The ghost repaired sideways to avoid the blow, and the scimitar flipped in his hand like a living thing, cutting the flesh and blood on Lu Ye's arm at an unimaginable angle, and the blood flowed.
It took only three breaths to start the battle, and Lu Ye already had two wounds on his body. Although the injuries were not serious, it could be seen that the difference in strength between the two was not small. If the fight continued like this, Lu Ye's situation would only get worse.
Feng Yuechan glanced at Li Baxian leisurely, his eyes revealing his inquiry.
Li Baxian shook his head slowly. It's not time to intervene. The reason why he asked Lu Ye to deal with this ghost cultivator was mainly due to the rare opportunity. Although he had taught Lu Ye for twenty days in the Jade Blood Sect, it was still The senior brother taught the younger brother, even if he was ruthless and repeatedly injured Lu Ye, it was difficult for Lu Ye to truly experience the feeling of life and death, because both of them knew that Li Baxian couldn't really kill him.
But the situation is different now. Lu Ye is fighting against a monk from Wanmo Ridge. If he is not careful, he will really die.
As a military cultivator, if you can't get used to the feeling of walking on the edge of life and death, it will be difficult to break through yourself. JrNovels.com
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