The word "Daji" turned into a faint light and fell into Lu Ye's body. The same feeling as before appeared. Under this feeling, Lu Ye felt that no matter what he wanted to do, he would definitely succeed.

"Hahahaha, I still want to run away, can you?" A sudden voice suddenly sounded not far away.

Lu Ye turned around and saw a strong man walking from the other side. He was grabbing a woman's long hair and dragging her towards this side. The woman was in ragged clothes and looked embarrassed. Although she struggled hard, she could not It doesn't help at all, all I can do is cry and beg for mercy.

"You bitch, don't you look down on me? Today I will let you know how powerful I am!" The strong man cursed, his face full of anger and sternness. When he looked up, he suddenly saw Lu Ye standing in front of him, and his brows suddenly furrowed. Yang: "There are actually people!"

As he spoke, he dropped the captured woman, pulled out a scimitar from his waist, and charged towards Lu Ye, with murderous intent on his face.

Lu Ye looked at him quietly with an extremely strange expression.

Because he noticed something was not right. At this moment, there was a number floating above the head of this ruthless-faced strong man.

A big thousand...

This number was very vague and obviously had no substance. Lu Ye was confused and had no idea what the number represented. No matter how the strong man moved, the number always hovered above his head.

Although I don't know what this number represents, it seems that the guy opposite is not a good person. If he dares to do something to himself, it is always right to kill him.

And in his opinion, this strong man was simply a mortal who had never practiced cultivation, and was just relying on his own strength to do evil.

On normal days, Lu Ye wouldn't even have the chance to meet such a person.

The strong man was still very fast compared to ordinary people. He rushed to Lu Ye in a few steps and slashed at Lu Ye with the scimitar in his hand in an arc.

However, at this moment, he clearly tripped over something, his figure became unstable, and the trajectory of the scimitar in his hand also changed.

At the same time, Lu Ye slowly raised his hand and lightly slapped his chest.

Under this palm, even if Lu Ye did not activate his magic power, the opponent would not be able to survive.

Lu Ye's face couldn't help but change when his cheek hurt.

"What are you doing?"

In the mountain forest, the strong man lowered his head and looked at the palm that slapped his chest. It was undeniable that Lu Ye had a lot of strength, but that was all.

He couldn't understand why the other party would do such a thing during a life and death fight.

As he spoke, the scimitar in his hand struck Lu Ye again. At this moment, the palm imprinted on his chest suddenly exerted force, but Lu Ye sensed something was wrong and activated the power in his body.

The strong man immediately grunted, flew out on his back, his chest was sunken, and fell several feet away. He climbed up with difficulty with a scimitar, and looked at Lu Ye with an expression full of disbelief: "Cultivator... monk!"

After saying that, he fell to the ground again, blood flowing from his mouth.

Lu Ye stood there, raised his hand and touched his cheek. Looking at his palm, he saw it was full of blood. JrNovels.com