Chapter: 975
Blood splatter!
He didn't stop, and rushed towards the next one...
In just three breaths, five corpses lay on the spot, blood dripping from the Panshan knife.
More monks gathered, and one Tianjiu roared loudly: "Lu Yiye, you are courting death!"
Single-handedly intruding into his own residence and killing people, this matter can't be tolerated by anyone. Seeing the figures lying in the pool of blood, the eyes of many monks in Xuanqing Palace turned red.
When the Nine Cultivators' words fell that day, a series of magic spells and the power of the imperial weapon blasted towards Lu Ye like rain.
There was a crash, and when the fiery red spiritual power flowed, Lu Ye spread his wings behind his back and soared into the sky, and all the attacks that hit him hit the air.
He crossed the crowd, fixed his eyes on the cultivator Tianjiu who was shouting, and only flapped the fiery red wings on his back twice before he directly rushed to kill him.
An indescribable sense of oppression came oncoming, accompanied by Sen Leng's murderous intent. The anger and humiliation on the face of the Nine Cultivators that day had been replaced by shock and panic. Seeing Lu Ye attacking him, his figure fell rapidly.
Although he also has the cultivation base of Tianjiu, he doesn't even have the qualifications to rush into the Lingxi list. Being stared at by Lu Ye as the number one on the list, he doesn't have any sense of security.
Now if you want to kill Lu Ye, you can only rely on the advantage of numbers.
The body moved squarely, and Lu Ye had already rushed forward.
Why is this guy so fast? One day, a thought popped into the mind of the Nine Cultivators.
The flying wing spirit pattern is much more flexible than the flying of the imperial weapon, not to mention that Lu Ye blessed himself with the Fengxing spirit pattern in order to advance faster.
Using the two spirit patterns at the same time, it is not an exaggeration to say that his speed is as fast as lightning.
The fire-wrapped Panshan Knife slashed at the Nine Cultivators that day, and the other party raised the spiritual weapon in his hand to block it, but the moment the two spiritual weapons came into contact, he felt an unstoppable force attacking him, holding it in his hand The spiritual weapon flew out of his hand, the tiger's mouth burst open, and his arm ached.
Under the pressure of that huge force, the whole person fell to the ground uncontrollably.
Seeing that Lu Ye's second knife was about to strike, he turned pale with fright, and hurriedly reached into the storage bag and took out a golden body amulet.
Before he had time to slap the golden amulet on his body, Lu Ye's long knife had already been cut off.
Blood was spilled, and the corpses were separated.
There were bursts of exclamations from below, mixed with mournful roars.
Without him, what Lu Ye killed was the guardian envoy of Xuanqing Palace!
In Xuanqing Palace, this guardian envoy was very qualified, and he took good care of his juniors and sisters. Seeing him beheaded, the monks in Xuanqing Palace naturally felt sad.
Lu Ye didn't know that this was someone's guardian envoy. He was just guessing. After all, even if it is a sect in the inner circle, each family has a limited number of Tianjiu monks. Each one is a precious talent. Let's be strong first. Killing one, one can reduce the pressure on oneself in the future, and two can also deter the enemy.
But now it seems that the effect of deterrence seems to be insignificant. Instead, it has inspired the determination of this group of Xuanqing Palace monks to fight against the enemy.
Everyone looked at him with red eyes, almost overflowing with anger.
After killing the Tianjiu cultivator, Lu Ye fell down, and when he reached the ground, he suddenly turned, sticking to the direction of the ground, and rushed towards the densest crowd.
The weapon box buzzed at the waist, and nine imperial weapons flew out, entangled and spun around each other, as if a spinning top had crashed into the crowd directly. Lu Ye's figure followed closely behind the imperial spinning top, slashing and slashing with the Panshan knife in his hand.
Screams and roars sounded one after another.
And Amber's growling voice. JrNovels.com
He didn't stop, and rushed towards the next one...
In just three breaths, five corpses lay on the spot, blood dripping from the Panshan knife.
More monks gathered, and one Tianjiu roared loudly: "Lu Yiye, you are courting death!"
Single-handedly intruding into his own residence and killing people, this matter can't be tolerated by anyone. Seeing the figures lying in the pool of blood, the eyes of many monks in Xuanqing Palace turned red.
When the Nine Cultivators' words fell that day, a series of magic spells and the power of the imperial weapon blasted towards Lu Ye like rain.
There was a crash, and when the fiery red spiritual power flowed, Lu Ye spread his wings behind his back and soared into the sky, and all the attacks that hit him hit the air.
He crossed the crowd, fixed his eyes on the cultivator Tianjiu who was shouting, and only flapped the fiery red wings on his back twice before he directly rushed to kill him.
An indescribable sense of oppression came oncoming, accompanied by Sen Leng's murderous intent. The anger and humiliation on the face of the Nine Cultivators that day had been replaced by shock and panic. Seeing Lu Ye attacking him, his figure fell rapidly.
Although he also has the cultivation base of Tianjiu, he doesn't even have the qualifications to rush into the Lingxi list. Being stared at by Lu Ye as the number one on the list, he doesn't have any sense of security.
Now if you want to kill Lu Ye, you can only rely on the advantage of numbers.
The body moved squarely, and Lu Ye had already rushed forward.
Why is this guy so fast? One day, a thought popped into the mind of the Nine Cultivators.
The flying wing spirit pattern is much more flexible than the flying of the imperial weapon, not to mention that Lu Ye blessed himself with the Fengxing spirit pattern in order to advance faster.
Using the two spirit patterns at the same time, it is not an exaggeration to say that his speed is as fast as lightning.
The fire-wrapped Panshan Knife slashed at the Nine Cultivators that day, and the other party raised the spiritual weapon in his hand to block it, but the moment the two spiritual weapons came into contact, he felt an unstoppable force attacking him, holding it in his hand The spiritual weapon flew out of his hand, the tiger's mouth burst open, and his arm ached.
Under the pressure of that huge force, the whole person fell to the ground uncontrollably.
Seeing that Lu Ye's second knife was about to strike, he turned pale with fright, and hurriedly reached into the storage bag and took out a golden body amulet.
Before he had time to slap the golden amulet on his body, Lu Ye's long knife had already been cut off.
Blood was spilled, and the corpses were separated.
There were bursts of exclamations from below, mixed with mournful roars.
Without him, what Lu Ye killed was the guardian envoy of Xuanqing Palace!
In Xuanqing Palace, this guardian envoy was very qualified, and he took good care of his juniors and sisters. Seeing him beheaded, the monks in Xuanqing Palace naturally felt sad.
Lu Ye didn't know that this was someone's guardian envoy. He was just guessing. After all, even if it is a sect in the inner circle, each family has a limited number of Tianjiu monks. Each one is a precious talent. Let's be strong first. Killing one, one can reduce the pressure on oneself in the future, and two can also deter the enemy.
But now it seems that the effect of deterrence seems to be insignificant. Instead, it has inspired the determination of this group of Xuanqing Palace monks to fight against the enemy.
Everyone looked at him with red eyes, almost overflowing with anger.
After killing the Tianjiu cultivator, Lu Ye fell down, and when he reached the ground, he suddenly turned, sticking to the direction of the ground, and rushed towards the densest crowd.
The weapon box buzzed at the waist, and nine imperial weapons flew out, entangled and spun around each other, as if a spinning top had crashed into the crowd directly. Lu Ye's figure followed closely behind the imperial spinning top, slashing and slashing with the Panshan knife in his hand.
Screams and roars sounded one after another.
And Amber's growling voice. JrNovels.com
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