Chapter: 6896
Gong Mao's eyes flashed and he shook his head: "No, let them continue to hold you!"
Since Lu Ye has great confidence in this battle, he will go crazy with him. After this battle, he will empty the pockets of all the gamblers in the battlefield.
From now on, there will no longer be such a battle that attracts so many monks' attention on the battlefield.
Among the void fragments in the death battle venue, Lu Ye's running figure suddenly stopped. Not far ahead, a figure also stopped.
Lu Ye took a closer look and saw that the person who came was not much different from the human race from the outside, except for a small crack between the eyebrows.
This reminded him of Huan Qing.
After Huan Qing used Brahma Eye, a trace was left between his eyebrows.
But the person in front of him obviously couldn't be a Brahma.
This one is from the three-eyed clan.
When Lu Ye was sizing up the opponent, his spiritual eyes were also sizing him up, but he lost interest after just one glance. He slowly shook his head and said, "Let's fight and decide quickly."
This nameless guest doesn't seem to be anything special on the surface, and he is actually a human race. Compared to other races, the human race is the race with the least special talents.
Saying this, he swayed and rushed towards Lu Ye, thrust out with a palm of his hand, and a surge of power surged through his body.
The Chunhui Sword in his hand was still in the scabbard, and he had no intention of drawing out the sword.
Seeing him like this, Lu Ye couldn't help but frown.
He knew clearly in his heart that this guy definitely didn't study the images left behind by his first two fatal battles, otherwise he wouldn't be so arrogant.
"Is Wumingke stupid?"
"Move quickly, you idiot!"
The moment the spiritual eye took action, scattered monks in various viewing venues couldn't help shouting, but the number was very small.
These are undoubtedly gamblers who bet on Lu Ye with a lucky mentality. They have been calling for a long time, and finally waited for the unknown guest to come on the stage. They also hope that he can continue his previous glory and lead them to win a big win.
As a result, seeing that the spiritual eye had already taken action, Wumingke still stood there stupidly without making any move, and he couldn't help but become anxious.
"It's over!" These gamblers wailed in their hearts, unable to bear to watch the next scene.
More gamblers had excited expressions on their faces, feeling that it was impossible for Wumingke, the eighth level of Fusion Dao, to receive a blow from He Dao, and this palm would probably turn him into a powder.
But the next moment, many expectant eyes turned to astonishment, and there were exclamations of surprise from all the major viewing venues.
In the death arena, Lingyan's eyes narrowed and he stared fixedly at Lu Ye in front of him, his eyes full of disbelief, because his confident attack failed to shake the human race in front of him at all. JrNovels.com
Since Lu Ye has great confidence in this battle, he will go crazy with him. After this battle, he will empty the pockets of all the gamblers in the battlefield.
From now on, there will no longer be such a battle that attracts so many monks' attention on the battlefield.
Among the void fragments in the death battle venue, Lu Ye's running figure suddenly stopped. Not far ahead, a figure also stopped.
Lu Ye took a closer look and saw that the person who came was not much different from the human race from the outside, except for a small crack between the eyebrows.
This reminded him of Huan Qing.
After Huan Qing used Brahma Eye, a trace was left between his eyebrows.
But the person in front of him obviously couldn't be a Brahma.
This one is from the three-eyed clan.
When Lu Ye was sizing up the opponent, his spiritual eyes were also sizing him up, but he lost interest after just one glance. He slowly shook his head and said, "Let's fight and decide quickly."
This nameless guest doesn't seem to be anything special on the surface, and he is actually a human race. Compared to other races, the human race is the race with the least special talents.
Saying this, he swayed and rushed towards Lu Ye, thrust out with a palm of his hand, and a surge of power surged through his body.
The Chunhui Sword in his hand was still in the scabbard, and he had no intention of drawing out the sword.
Seeing him like this, Lu Ye couldn't help but frown.
He knew clearly in his heart that this guy definitely didn't study the images left behind by his first two fatal battles, otherwise he wouldn't be so arrogant.
"Is Wumingke stupid?"
"Move quickly, you idiot!"
The moment the spiritual eye took action, scattered monks in various viewing venues couldn't help shouting, but the number was very small.
These are undoubtedly gamblers who bet on Lu Ye with a lucky mentality. They have been calling for a long time, and finally waited for the unknown guest to come on the stage. They also hope that he can continue his previous glory and lead them to win a big win.
As a result, seeing that the spiritual eye had already taken action, Wumingke still stood there stupidly without making any move, and he couldn't help but become anxious.
"It's over!" These gamblers wailed in their hearts, unable to bear to watch the next scene.
More gamblers had excited expressions on their faces, feeling that it was impossible for Wumingke, the eighth level of Fusion Dao, to receive a blow from He Dao, and this palm would probably turn him into a powder.
But the next moment, many expectant eyes turned to astonishment, and there were exclamations of surprise from all the major viewing venues.
In the death arena, Lingyan's eyes narrowed and he stared fixedly at Lu Ye in front of him, his eyes full of disbelief, because his confident attack failed to shake the human race in front of him at all. JrNovels.com
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