Chapter: 493
Lu Ye scanned around, but found no trace of him, and didn't know where this guy was hiding.
All three of them were male cultivators, and one of them, who seemed to be a physical cultivator, stood up and asked in a deep voice, "Where do you come from?"
The question was very cryptic, and the real purpose was to know which camp Lu Ye belonged to.
Lu Ye raised his hand, and a light blue light bloomed on the back of his hand.
The body repairer was slightly taken aback, and the two people behind him also frowned. They had never encountered such a thing that a disagreement would reveal the camp, especially when the other party was alone...
Walking in the Lingxi battlefield, and meeting strangers, it is absolutely impossible to casually reveal the camp affiliation, because once the camps are different, there will inevitably be a fight.
Those who dare to show their marks to strangers are either arrogant and brain-dead, or confident and fearless.
Lu Ye is a seventh-level realm, and he doesn't seem to be confident.
The speaking Tixiu smiled and said: "So it's a fellow Taoist of the Haotian League." Saying this, he raised his hand, as if to reveal his camp affiliation.
clang...
When the long knife was out of its sheath, Lu Ye turned around and slashed out.
Sparks splashed everywhere, spirit weapons rang, and a figure who didn't know when came behind Lu Ye held a short knife and staggered back with a suspicious expression.
It was the eighth-level cultivator who was hiding, and the other party was a ghost cultivator!
As a faction of ghost cultivators, once they reach the seventh or eighth level, they can communicate with the ghosts, and use the power of the ghosts to practice some hidden assassination methods. Lu Ye has seen some methods of ghost cultivators in the sea of ??chess, and he is deeply impressed .
When he came here and didn't see the eighth-level realm, he guessed that the other party might be a ghost cultivator, otherwise he would disappear without a trace for no reason. I'm afraid these people noticed something on the way he came, so the ghost cultivator moved ahead of time. Ambush up.
Just now, the seventh-level body cultivator raised his hand, said something about fellow Taoists of the Haotian League, and showed off his camp posture, just to attract Lu Ye's attention.
For an unprepared person, at this moment most of the mind must be concentrated on the back of the hand of the seventh-level physique, and must ignore the murderous intent from behind.
But since Lu Ye guessed that the other party was a ghost cultivator, how could he not take precautions?
This knife forced back the eighth-level ghost cultivator, which really surprised him, and what surprised him even more happened. This seventh-level ghost came out of nowhere and held a knife to cover his head and cover his face.
He was a little out of breath from the storm-like attack, and the saber was so powerful that he only hit it three times, and the tiger's mouth was numb.
What kind of power is this?
Ghost Xiu was shocked, but he didn't panic at all, because out of the corner of his eye, he saw his two seventh-level companions activated their spiritual weapons.
boom...
Violent fluctuations of spiritual power came out, the power of the spell bloomed, an unexpected attack came from behind, and a scream came out, but one of the seventh-level realm was bombarded by a spell, and fell to the ground, his back The last one was burnt.
Since the four were in a group, the remaining three would naturally not be idle when that ghost cultivator attacked. Now that Lu Ye's back was facing them, it was a good time to launch a sneak attack.
Yiyi thought so too...
The remaining seventh-level and sixth-level ones immediately turned to look, but there was no ghost behind them, and they didn't even know who was attacking them, only that it was a powerful fire spell.
"ah!"
The screams came again, making the hair stand on end of several people. When they turned their heads to look again, the scene imprinted in their eyes made their scalps tingle and their brains buzzed.
A head flew high, with blood gushing out from its headless neck and neck. That head belonged to Senior Brother Ghost Cultivator. The seventh-level boy standing in front of him was still holding his sword. Judging by that posture, he was clearly a knife owl. He took the head of Senior Brother Ghost Cultivator. JrNovels.com
All three of them were male cultivators, and one of them, who seemed to be a physical cultivator, stood up and asked in a deep voice, "Where do you come from?"
The question was very cryptic, and the real purpose was to know which camp Lu Ye belonged to.
Lu Ye raised his hand, and a light blue light bloomed on the back of his hand.
The body repairer was slightly taken aback, and the two people behind him also frowned. They had never encountered such a thing that a disagreement would reveal the camp, especially when the other party was alone...
Walking in the Lingxi battlefield, and meeting strangers, it is absolutely impossible to casually reveal the camp affiliation, because once the camps are different, there will inevitably be a fight.
Those who dare to show their marks to strangers are either arrogant and brain-dead, or confident and fearless.
Lu Ye is a seventh-level realm, and he doesn't seem to be confident.
The speaking Tixiu smiled and said: "So it's a fellow Taoist of the Haotian League." Saying this, he raised his hand, as if to reveal his camp affiliation.
clang...
When the long knife was out of its sheath, Lu Ye turned around and slashed out.
Sparks splashed everywhere, spirit weapons rang, and a figure who didn't know when came behind Lu Ye held a short knife and staggered back with a suspicious expression.
It was the eighth-level cultivator who was hiding, and the other party was a ghost cultivator!
As a faction of ghost cultivators, once they reach the seventh or eighth level, they can communicate with the ghosts, and use the power of the ghosts to practice some hidden assassination methods. Lu Ye has seen some methods of ghost cultivators in the sea of ??chess, and he is deeply impressed .
When he came here and didn't see the eighth-level realm, he guessed that the other party might be a ghost cultivator, otherwise he would disappear without a trace for no reason. I'm afraid these people noticed something on the way he came, so the ghost cultivator moved ahead of time. Ambush up.
Just now, the seventh-level body cultivator raised his hand, said something about fellow Taoists of the Haotian League, and showed off his camp posture, just to attract Lu Ye's attention.
For an unprepared person, at this moment most of the mind must be concentrated on the back of the hand of the seventh-level physique, and must ignore the murderous intent from behind.
But since Lu Ye guessed that the other party was a ghost cultivator, how could he not take precautions?
This knife forced back the eighth-level ghost cultivator, which really surprised him, and what surprised him even more happened. This seventh-level ghost came out of nowhere and held a knife to cover his head and cover his face.
He was a little out of breath from the storm-like attack, and the saber was so powerful that he only hit it three times, and the tiger's mouth was numb.
What kind of power is this?
Ghost Xiu was shocked, but he didn't panic at all, because out of the corner of his eye, he saw his two seventh-level companions activated their spiritual weapons.
boom...
Violent fluctuations of spiritual power came out, the power of the spell bloomed, an unexpected attack came from behind, and a scream came out, but one of the seventh-level realm was bombarded by a spell, and fell to the ground, his back The last one was burnt.
Since the four were in a group, the remaining three would naturally not be idle when that ghost cultivator attacked. Now that Lu Ye's back was facing them, it was a good time to launch a sneak attack.
Yiyi thought so too...
The remaining seventh-level and sixth-level ones immediately turned to look, but there was no ghost behind them, and they didn't even know who was attacking them, only that it was a powerful fire spell.
"ah!"
The screams came again, making the hair stand on end of several people. When they turned their heads to look again, the scene imprinted in their eyes made their scalps tingle and their brains buzzed.
A head flew high, with blood gushing out from its headless neck and neck. That head belonged to Senior Brother Ghost Cultivator. The seventh-level boy standing in front of him was still holding his sword. Judging by that posture, he was clearly a knife owl. He took the head of Senior Brother Ghost Cultivator. JrNovels.com
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