Chapter: 957
Suddenly, the blood-red blade flashed away, which was not a sign of spiritual power, but a sign of bursting out of energy and blood.
The power of this knife has increased by at least half compared to the one just now!
With one cut, Lu Ye's right arm holding the knife became sore and swollen. The skin of the entire right arm was like a roasted shrimp shell, extremely red and steaming.
The entire right arm was sore, swollen, and trembling uncontrollably.
Lu Ye clasped his fist, clenched his fist, and repeated this many times before his right arm slowly recovered.
Thinking back to the knife just now, Lu Ye had the feeling of seeing the bright moon through the dark clouds.
All along, his practice has relied on his own efforts and groping, he doesn't know what is right and what is wrong, the third senior brother's experience in swordsmanship practice undoubtedly pointed him to a clear path.
After a cup of tea, Lu Ye felt that his right arm had fully recovered, so he slashed again just like before.
Two or three hours later, Lu Ye changed his right-handed saber to his left-handed saber and continued to practice.
One knife at a time, chopping down meticulously.
At night, when Hua Ci returned from practicing outside, he saw Lu Ye standing there in the small courtyard, with his arms hanging down naturally, and the Panshan knife was stuck at his feet.
Looking at each other, Lu Ye whispered: "Help!"
Hua Ci took a closer look, and saw that his arms were swollen as thick as his thighs, and he was shocked.
He quickly stepped forward to check and was sure that it was just stasis of qi and blood, and there was no serious problem. Then he felt relieved, and asked Lu Ye why he was in such a mess for the sake of practicing swordsmanship. He felt helpless.
Because too much qi and blood had gathered and did not dissipate in time, the arms swelled, so it was not a big problem. After being patted and rubbed by Hua Ci, pushing the palace to activate blood, Lu Ye's arms returned to their original state after only one night. .
The same goes for the next day!
However, after suffering a loss, Lu Ye will pay a little attention when practicing sword skills, so the situation is better than the first day.
Every day that followed, Lu Ye practiced sword skills during the day and let Hua Ci heal him at night. While his own knowledge of sword skills is increasing day by day, the sequelae of performing that blood-moving technique are getting smaller and smaller.
On this day, when Hua Ci was helping Lu Ye heal his arms, he suddenly asked, "Didn't you pay attention to the Lingxi list recently?"
"No, why?"
When he was on the list before, he often paid attention to the Lingxi list, but since he became the top of the Lingxi list, he didn't pay much attention to this list, because at this stage, few people can threaten his dominance of the list.
"Look."
Lu Ye's mind was on the Lingxi list, and he scanned it from top to bottom. There were some changes on the list. Several familiar names disappeared, and it seemed that they had all been promoted to Yunhe.
Continuing to look down, after seeing more than seventy people, Lu Ye suddenly noticed something was wrong.
Because among the 30 people ranked between 40 and 70, there are only a few from the Haotian League, and the rest are all from Wanmo Ridge.
This situation seems familiar!
When Lu Ye was on the list last time, this kind of situation happened, because he killed all the monks in Wanmo Ridge who were ahead of him.
This made Lu Ye fix his eyes on a name ranked thirty-eighth.
Lan Ziyi!
This name has never been seen before, what is certain is that the other party should not have been on the Lingxi list for a long time. JrNovels.com
The power of this knife has increased by at least half compared to the one just now!
With one cut, Lu Ye's right arm holding the knife became sore and swollen. The skin of the entire right arm was like a roasted shrimp shell, extremely red and steaming.
The entire right arm was sore, swollen, and trembling uncontrollably.
Lu Ye clasped his fist, clenched his fist, and repeated this many times before his right arm slowly recovered.
Thinking back to the knife just now, Lu Ye had the feeling of seeing the bright moon through the dark clouds.
All along, his practice has relied on his own efforts and groping, he doesn't know what is right and what is wrong, the third senior brother's experience in swordsmanship practice undoubtedly pointed him to a clear path.
After a cup of tea, Lu Ye felt that his right arm had fully recovered, so he slashed again just like before.
Two or three hours later, Lu Ye changed his right-handed saber to his left-handed saber and continued to practice.
One knife at a time, chopping down meticulously.
At night, when Hua Ci returned from practicing outside, he saw Lu Ye standing there in the small courtyard, with his arms hanging down naturally, and the Panshan knife was stuck at his feet.
Looking at each other, Lu Ye whispered: "Help!"
Hua Ci took a closer look, and saw that his arms were swollen as thick as his thighs, and he was shocked.
He quickly stepped forward to check and was sure that it was just stasis of qi and blood, and there was no serious problem. Then he felt relieved, and asked Lu Ye why he was in such a mess for the sake of practicing swordsmanship. He felt helpless.
Because too much qi and blood had gathered and did not dissipate in time, the arms swelled, so it was not a big problem. After being patted and rubbed by Hua Ci, pushing the palace to activate blood, Lu Ye's arms returned to their original state after only one night. .
The same goes for the next day!
However, after suffering a loss, Lu Ye will pay a little attention when practicing sword skills, so the situation is better than the first day.
Every day that followed, Lu Ye practiced sword skills during the day and let Hua Ci heal him at night. While his own knowledge of sword skills is increasing day by day, the sequelae of performing that blood-moving technique are getting smaller and smaller.
On this day, when Hua Ci was helping Lu Ye heal his arms, he suddenly asked, "Didn't you pay attention to the Lingxi list recently?"
"No, why?"
When he was on the list before, he often paid attention to the Lingxi list, but since he became the top of the Lingxi list, he didn't pay much attention to this list, because at this stage, few people can threaten his dominance of the list.
"Look."
Lu Ye's mind was on the Lingxi list, and he scanned it from top to bottom. There were some changes on the list. Several familiar names disappeared, and it seemed that they had all been promoted to Yunhe.
Continuing to look down, after seeing more than seventy people, Lu Ye suddenly noticed something was wrong.
Because among the 30 people ranked between 40 and 70, there are only a few from the Haotian League, and the rest are all from Wanmo Ridge.
This situation seems familiar!
When Lu Ye was on the list last time, this kind of situation happened, because he killed all the monks in Wanmo Ridge who were ahead of him.
This made Lu Ye fix his eyes on a name ranked thirty-eighth.
Lan Ziyi!
This name has never been seen before, what is certain is that the other party should not have been on the Lingxi list for a long time. JrNovels.com
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