Chapter: 871
Turning his head and looking, there are dozens of streams of light approaching him rapidly, the speed is beyond imagination, and there is a clear sound of the sword in the stream of light, and the keen perception makes Lu Ye feel that he is attracted by the sharp sword. The feeling of the fingers, the tingling of the skin.
These dozens of streamers are all sword cultivators!
In Kyushu, in terms of the speed of killing and imperial weapons, no school can compare with these sword lunatics. Sword cultivators and ghost cultivators are both schools that are born to kill enemies by leaps and bounds. Compared with ghost cultivators who are proficient in stealth and assassination The reason why sword cultivators can leapfrog the ranks to kill enemies is because they focus all their practice on the way of killing.
Because he has no other distractions, he can break Kyushu with his sword.
Because of this, among all the sects, the number of sword cultivators is the least, even less than that of medical cultivators. For example, the Beixuan Sword Sect, the first-rank sect of Bingzhou, from top to bottom, the entire sect is no more than a thousand The number of people, looking at any first-rank sect in Kyushu, it is impossible for such a situation to occur.
But the eight hundred swords repairing Tianshan is a major event that is enough to shake the entire Kyushu, which means that the Beixuan Sword Sect has come out in full force from top to bottom!
There are sword cultivators in Haotian League, and there are naturally sword cultivators in Wanmo Ridge. Now these dozens of sword cultivators gathered from various forces are the main force and support for chasing and killing Lu Ye.
Lu Ye had just entered the core circle before, and the monks of Wanmo Ridge had learned about his imperial weapon speed when they chased him down, so if they wanted to keep up with him in terms of imperial weapon speed, they had to go out to the sword repairmen. The monks are simply not enough to watch.
These dozens of sword cultivators lived up to expectations, and their imperial weapon speed was indeed much faster than others, even faster than Lu Ye.
Although Lu Ye intends to try the sword cultivator's skills, but his brain is still not sick, and it is impossible for him to fight against dozens of sword cultivators who are known for killing and attacking by himself. Being entangled by these sword cultivators is destined to end badly .
Therefore, when he flew to the highest point, Lu Ye quickly fell back. Under the surprised gaze of the dozens of sword cultivators who were about to approach, Lu Ye flew downward at a faster speed than before.
As a normal imperial weapon, Lu Ye is indeed not as fast as these sword cultivators, but he has the Fengxing spirit pattern that can be blessed at any time...
Seeing Lu Ye's actions like this, many monks in Wanmo Ridge felt bad!
At this moment, because of chasing Lu Ye, the monks of Wanmo Ridge, who were still in a tight formation, became hierarchical. The strongest group is at the top, the middle one is in the middle, and the slow ones at the bottom are all It is the weakest group of people.
In less than ten breaths, Lu Ye was like a meteorite falling from the sky, only 30 feet away from the poison barrier below, the light on the spirit boat under his feet flashed, the Fengxing spirit pattern continued to move, turning into a stream of light, suddenly Turn around and bump forward.
The Wanmo Ridge cultivators in this position are basically Tianqi cultivators, even if they are Tianba, there are not many.
Seeing Lu Ye approaching, all the monks made their moves one after another. In an instant, the overwhelming light and spells blasted towards Lu Ye.
Fighting in the air with the monk's imperial weapon is different from fighting on the ground. Not to mention the consumption and restraint of the monks' minds by flying the imperial weapon, fighting in the air will have a larger and more flexible space for maneuvering. Fighting in the air will undoubtedly take a lot of advantage.
Like a swift flapping its wings in a violent storm, Lu Ye's figure is erratic, avoiding the most densely attacked area, dodging one after another attacking spells and imperial weapons, and constantly waving the Panshan knife in his hand to block some scattered The attack slammed into the enemy's formation.
The weapon box buzzed, and the nine imperial weapons scattered and flew out, turning into nine streams of light, wrapping the storm of death, bringing the breath of destruction.
Puffs of blood splattered, accompanied by the flying light, and the screams sounded continuously.
What Lu Ye passed by was a bloodbath, with severed limbs flying all over the place. Behind him, because of the death of the cultivator at Wanmo Ridge, a little bit of red fluorescent light flew out, chasing his figure like chasing the stars and the moon.
When Lu Ye rushed out of the formation of the monks in Wanmo Ridge, there were as many as 30 red fluorescent lights chasing after him.
Then every point of fluorescence represents the fall of a monk, thirty o'clock means thirty...
Many more were injured.
The fluorescent lights fell into Lu Ye's battlefield marks and disappeared.
In the sky, the corpse of the monk from Wanmo Ridge fell like a dumpling and fell into the green poisonous barrier.
Although the loss was not small, it was nothing compared to the number of monks in Wanmo Ridge.
The sound of the sword sounded, and it was those sword repairmen who came back.
A series of flying swords bursting with bright sword light pierced the sky. Compared with the imperial weapons of monks of other schools, they were more flexible and more lethal. Before they got close, they brought a great crisis to Lu Ye. JrNovels.com