Chapter: 603
Lu Ye was silent.
"Have you found the cat?" Chu Qing asked again.
When Lu Ye brought the white cat back to the girl in the red skirt, the bondage between him and the giant armor was released. At the same time, the invisible bondage in Chu Qing and the others was also released.
It was also at that moment that Chuqing faintly sensed that something was wrong.
Because some things are too coincidental.
Among the twenty Wanmoling cultivators who survived, 70% were from their Fenghuayuan, and the rest were casual cultivators. When they first fled here, Chu Qing didn't think too much about it, thinking it was her own family. The monks were lucky, especially she and Ruoyan. In the previous battles, there were very few attacks on them.
But what if it wasn't pure luck?
Maybe someone wants them to survive temporarily so that they can take revenge with their own hands?
If this is the case, then everything can be explained.
In the entire Haotian League camp, only Lu Ye can do this, and he also has the capital to do so.
Now that the shackles of the girl in the red dress have been lifted, nothing can stop each other from killing each other.
So she made a decisive decision and brought the rest of the people here from the hiding place, because only in this way, they could drag Lu Ye or the giant armor on their backs before they died, and if they continued to hide, they would only be besieged by the people of the Haotian League. At that time, it will only die worthless.
Chu Qing seemed to want to say something more, but Lu Ye was too lazy to listen.
"Do it!"
With one order, many spirits made their moves together. The cry and the sound of the pipa sounded first, and then the spirit-binding lock was released. Several special spirits showed their magical powers. Among them, the butcher who had no merit in the previous battles Even holding the boning knife, he followed the giant armor and rushed up.
The monks of Wanmo Ridge, who had been ready to attack for a long time, naturally would not sit still and counterattack immediately.
The ghosts in Lu Ye's hands alone are not something these people from Wanmo Ridge can handle, not to mention that there is now an extra giant armor as a helper.
Such a full-blooded physique stands in front, which can attract too many attacks. The giant armor has refined the defensive spirit weapon that Lu Ye gave him, and put it in front of him, turning it into a shield-like protection. Step forward, there is nothing in front of him that can stop his collision.
The sound of bang bang bang was endless, accompanied by exclamations and screams.
When the giant armor crashed into the crowd and the butcher raised his boning knife, defeat became the final outcome of this group of monks from Wanmo Ridge.
A long knife suddenly struck from the side of the giant armor, and stabbed straight at his temple. The giant armor shrank its head, turned around suddenly, and blasted a fist in that direction. The violent attack blasted a monk from Wanmo Ridge over there. Then the giant armor saw the owner of the long knife, he ignored it, and stepped forward to attack the owner of the long knife.
The battle circle was chaotic, but Chu Qing was not attacked, but she didn't dare to make any rash moves because Lu Ye kept staring at her.
Lu Ye raised his hand, and slowly pulled out the Panshan knife, pointing the tip at the ground obliquely.
"If you can block me three times, you won't die!"
The moment the word "dead" fell, Lu Ye had turned into an afterimage. The warning sign in Chu Qing's heart climbed to the limit at this moment, and she almost instinctively set up her double swords.
There was fiery red spiritual power flowing in front of him, and a knife slashed from top to bottom on the two swords.
Sparks were scattered all over the place, jingling sounds came out, Chu Qing only felt Peiran Moyu's power coming from above, even if she exhausted her whole body's strength, she couldn't stop this extremely fast and violent knife, and her body was constantly under the pressure. The ground went down, and the long knife was pressed down slowly. The sharp blade cut through the clothes on her shoulders, revealing the treasure armor inside.
She gritted her teeth, exerted her arms fiercely, and her spiritual power was urging wildly. Just as she was preparing to push the knife with all her strength, a brilliance suddenly flashed on the Panshan knife.
Heavy pressure spirit pattern.
With a buzz, even the air was a little distorted. JrNovels.com
"Have you found the cat?" Chu Qing asked again.
When Lu Ye brought the white cat back to the girl in the red skirt, the bondage between him and the giant armor was released. At the same time, the invisible bondage in Chu Qing and the others was also released.
It was also at that moment that Chuqing faintly sensed that something was wrong.
Because some things are too coincidental.
Among the twenty Wanmoling cultivators who survived, 70% were from their Fenghuayuan, and the rest were casual cultivators. When they first fled here, Chu Qing didn't think too much about it, thinking it was her own family. The monks were lucky, especially she and Ruoyan. In the previous battles, there were very few attacks on them.
But what if it wasn't pure luck?
Maybe someone wants them to survive temporarily so that they can take revenge with their own hands?
If this is the case, then everything can be explained.
In the entire Haotian League camp, only Lu Ye can do this, and he also has the capital to do so.
Now that the shackles of the girl in the red dress have been lifted, nothing can stop each other from killing each other.
So she made a decisive decision and brought the rest of the people here from the hiding place, because only in this way, they could drag Lu Ye or the giant armor on their backs before they died, and if they continued to hide, they would only be besieged by the people of the Haotian League. At that time, it will only die worthless.
Chu Qing seemed to want to say something more, but Lu Ye was too lazy to listen.
"Do it!"
With one order, many spirits made their moves together. The cry and the sound of the pipa sounded first, and then the spirit-binding lock was released. Several special spirits showed their magical powers. Among them, the butcher who had no merit in the previous battles Even holding the boning knife, he followed the giant armor and rushed up.
The monks of Wanmo Ridge, who had been ready to attack for a long time, naturally would not sit still and counterattack immediately.
The ghosts in Lu Ye's hands alone are not something these people from Wanmo Ridge can handle, not to mention that there is now an extra giant armor as a helper.
Such a full-blooded physique stands in front, which can attract too many attacks. The giant armor has refined the defensive spirit weapon that Lu Ye gave him, and put it in front of him, turning it into a shield-like protection. Step forward, there is nothing in front of him that can stop his collision.
The sound of bang bang bang was endless, accompanied by exclamations and screams.
When the giant armor crashed into the crowd and the butcher raised his boning knife, defeat became the final outcome of this group of monks from Wanmo Ridge.
A long knife suddenly struck from the side of the giant armor, and stabbed straight at his temple. The giant armor shrank its head, turned around suddenly, and blasted a fist in that direction. The violent attack blasted a monk from Wanmo Ridge over there. Then the giant armor saw the owner of the long knife, he ignored it, and stepped forward to attack the owner of the long knife.
The battle circle was chaotic, but Chu Qing was not attacked, but she didn't dare to make any rash moves because Lu Ye kept staring at her.
Lu Ye raised his hand, and slowly pulled out the Panshan knife, pointing the tip at the ground obliquely.
"If you can block me three times, you won't die!"
The moment the word "dead" fell, Lu Ye had turned into an afterimage. The warning sign in Chu Qing's heart climbed to the limit at this moment, and she almost instinctively set up her double swords.
There was fiery red spiritual power flowing in front of him, and a knife slashed from top to bottom on the two swords.
Sparks were scattered all over the place, jingling sounds came out, Chu Qing only felt Peiran Moyu's power coming from above, even if she exhausted her whole body's strength, she couldn't stop this extremely fast and violent knife, and her body was constantly under the pressure. The ground went down, and the long knife was pressed down slowly. The sharp blade cut through the clothes on her shoulders, revealing the treasure armor inside.
She gritted her teeth, exerted her arms fiercely, and her spiritual power was urging wildly. Just as she was preparing to push the knife with all her strength, a brilliance suddenly flashed on the Panshan knife.
Heavy pressure spirit pattern.
With a buzz, even the air was a little distorted. JrNovels.com
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