One hundred and sixtieth chapters thirty-two games

The strong men on the Lingxi list are more or less discerning, so they can naturally see their names.

This time Lu Ye took the initiative to stand up and challenge the various sects of Wanmo Ridge. Although he was forced to take advantage of the situation, it was actually an opportunity to accumulate an invincible posture.

Only he himself does not know this.

Of course, if you want to accumulate, you must survive first.

Don't look at Wanmo Ridge, who was killed by Lu Ye during the day, was terrified, and now no one dares to go up to fight, but in fact, the situation has not improved much for him, and even worse.

Because of a daytime battle, Wanmo Ridge has basically figured out Lu Ye's background, so they can have a better target.

No one went up at the moment, because there were some disputes and disagreements between the major sects on the Wanmo Ridge, and several experts on the Lingxi list were mediating.

In the end, it was the top twenty strong man who spoke: "Then it's decided like this. Whoever kills Lu Ye will get 20% of the rewards, and the rest will be shared equally by the sects that have contributed. Can you have any rewards?" objection?"

When he said this, he looked coldly at the people in charge of various forces around him.

The differences and disputes on the Wanmo Ridge are mainly about the reward after killing Lu Ye. Everyone watched the battle during the day. Few people who went up survived, and each sect can only fight once. If the disciples sent out died, they would have no chance to receive rewards.

This has led to everyone wanting to be in the back to pick up the cheap...

If this problem is not resolved, it will be difficult for the Wanmoling side to work together. After all, the number of rewards adds up to too much. Anyone who sees it will be jealous, and no one wants to be a stepping stone for others.

20% of the reward will be given to those who killed Lu Ye, and the rest will be shared equally among the sects that have contributed. This decision has been supported by everyone.

In this way, even if his own disciple failed to kill Lu Ye, as long as he contributed, he would be able to share the benefits.

"If there is no objection, then arrange the manpower yourself, find a way to break his fangs, and those who break his fangs will get 10% more afterwards!" The strong man said coldly.

The strength shown by Lu Ye has made Wanmo Ridge's plan to kill him in a certain battle. This is unrealistic. Although he is at the fifth level, he is much stronger than the average sixth level. Unless there is a seventh-level shot, it is impossible to be his opponent, so Wanmo Ridge divided the killing of Lu Ye into two steps.

After a while, Lu Ye, who was sitting cross-legged on the ring, chomped on the jerky, slowly got up, and poured down the jerky in his mouth.

Eating is to replenish physical strength, and the second is to refine and transform Qi. The consumption of spiritual power cannot be completely replenished by spiritual pills. The talent tree has lost the effect of burning erysipelas. If he takes too much spiritual pills, his spiritual power will be obscured and affect himself combat effectiveness.

Now his spiritual power is not as pure as before, because he took a lot of elixir during his escape.

Although the effect of refining and transforming qi is much worse, it is better than nothing, and with the auxiliary skill of gluttonous meal, he actually digests things very quickly.

Another person jumped out from the side of Wanmo Ridge. Lu Ye fixed his eyes and saw that it was a military repairman with a long spear in his hand.

As usual, he and the opponent reported each other's family, and the opponent rushed towards him, the spear in his hand flashed, and the blossoming guns directly attacked Lu Ye's vitals.

After dozens of breaths, this military repairer was chopped down to the ground...

Lu Ye didn't fight Lien Chan, because he found that the effect of his prestige during the day was not obvious, so he simply didn't waste this energy. The guys who jumped out of Wanmo Ridge didn't seem to be too afraid of death.

This may be related to the special environment of the Lingxi battlefield. The two camps in this place have been fighting against each other all year round. Every monk who has grown to the sixth level is killed. It is common for them to fight the enemy to the death.

Thinking back on the Wanmo Ridge monks I killed before, it seems that very few people begged him to spare his life before dying, and more would say harsh words before dying. For example, Dong Shuye would say that he Waiting for Lu Ye on Huangquan Road, although it is useless...

Because everyone knows that begging for mercy is useless if you can't escape after being defeated by monks from the hostile camp.

This has created a kind of ruthlessness among Kyushu monks who "look down on life and death, and do it if you don't accept it". The higher the cultivation level, the more obvious this situation is.

Repair, kill the enemy, repair again, kill the enemy again...

Repeatedly, living beings jumped up one by one, most of them turned into dead bodies, and only a few escaped.

The sky is getting brighter, and the loss of Wanmo Ridge continues to expand, but this does not seem to have much impact on the latecomers. They will also be afraid when they jump up, but this does not hinder their determination to fight.

Another night fell.

Blood was everywhere on the ground of the arena, and the pungent smell of blood permeated the air, thick as if it couldn't be melted away.

Approaching the direction of the Haotian Union camp, Lu Ye sat cross-legged, holding a spirit stone in each hand, with unswallowed jerky in his mouth, his head drooping, taking a nap.

After playing two days and one night in a row, he was already very tired, so now he had to rest up every time he played a game, taking this rare opportunity to take a short rest.

As for the recovery... under the automatic operation of the gluttonous meal, after swallowing a pill, there is no need to worry about it.

Weiyang looked at him with distressed eyes. After such a long battle, Lu Ye would inevitably be injured. In normal times, Weiyang could easily deal with these injuries, but because of the constraints of heaven, Lu Ye could not rely on any help. The external force, that is, those wounds, were all bandaged by himself.

His clothes had already been stained red with blood, and he threw them away. The red man's upper body was wrapped with some cotton cloth, and the wound was covered with the healing medicine powder that Huaci had prepared for him.

"How many games?" Someone asked Li Baxian.

Li Baxian squirmed his dry lips: "Thirty-two games!"

"Thirty-two games!" The person who asked the question took a light breath and looked at Lu Ye with a complicated expression in front of him. What an amazing record this is.

You must know that this is thirty-two battles of leapfrog battles. Judging from the current frequency, it should be possible to fight forty battles after dawn!

When the two parties signed the Heavenly Deed, only forty-three sects left their names on the Heavenly Deed.

No one thought that Lu Ye could fight forty-three battles, even Li Baxian didn't think about it. What he thought was that if Lu Ye could survive the three-day time limit, he could win.

Things that Li Baxian couldn't even think of, Wanmo Ridge's side naturally couldn't think of it. What kind of person can fight forty-three battles without losing? This kind of thing has never happened in the practice world of Kyushu. In the eyes of the experts from Wanmo Ridge who led this matter, Lu Ye is doomed.

But everyone underestimated the speed of Lu Ye's killing. Those six-level realms who fought were often knocked to the ground by Lu Ye in a very short period of time.

Just halfway through the three-day time limit, thirty-two games have already been played, and by chance, there are only eleven sects left that have not played.

Even if more monks from the two camps gathered after hearing the news, and the number of people on the Golden Light Summit exceeded 4,000, as long as Lu Ye survived forty-three battles, he would have won.

Later, even if the monks of Wanmo Ridge were unwilling to do anything, they did not dare to do anything, because under the constraints of heaven, once they took action to deal with Lu Ye, not only would they encounter the Haotian Union's all-powerful killing, but the forty-three in The sects whose names were recorded on the Tianji Deed, and even those strong men on the Lingxi list, had to deal with them.

This is the justice of heaven and will never be provoked by anyone.

There are only eleven games left before the final victory, but Li Baxian's heart is getting more and more uneasy. He doesn't know if his little brother can persevere, because the aura on his body is already a bit obscure. It was caused by swallowing a large number of spiritual pills, which undoubtedly had a great impact on the junior brother. The obscurity of spiritual power will affect his strength. The most obvious point is that Lu Ye's killing speed has slowed down now, and his knife is not as sharp as before. , not as fast as before.

Every battle takes longer and longer. The longer the battle, the more he consumes, and the more he needs the elixir to replenish, which will fall into a vicious circle.

When it was time for a stick of incense, Weiyang couldn't bear it, but still poked Lu Ye lightly: "Little brother."

Lu Ye suddenly raised his head, his eyes were full of exhaustion, he was at a loss for a moment, and then he realized that he swallowed the unchewed jerky in his mouth, stood up with a long knife in his hand, and looked at the cultivator from Wanmo Ridge opposite him , said the sentence that had been said more than thirty times: "Green Blood Sect, Lu Ye!"

The battle started again, above the arena, the light of the knife flickered, the body rushed forward, and the blood flew.

One battle after another started, subsided, and the sky brightened again.

On the ring, a petite figure leaped around beside Lu Ye like thunder and lightning, extremely fast.

There were several wounds on Lu Ye's body, and the blood and flesh were rolled up. This was caused by the opponent in this battle. He held his long knife and stood quietly on the spot.

After so many consecutive battles, he finally met the first guy who made him feel troublesome.

This is a demon cultivator, with two furry ears on his head, it looks like a cat. It's okay if it just looks like a cat, the key is that this guy is really as flexible as a cat.

In terms of pure speed, Lu Ye might not be able to compare with others even in his heyday. Such a guy must be one of the trump cards prepared by Wanmo Ridge. She was not allowed to play before because Lu Ye is in good condition. Ye was consumed too much, and the Wanmo Ridge side probably felt that it was time for this cat demon to appear.

This hole card was sacrificed, and Lu Ye really fell into a passive position. His speed was not as fast as others, and he slashed out a few times. Not only did he fail to kill the opponent, but he exposed his own flaws. That's how the wounds on his body came about.

It was another round of confrontation that was too fast to dazzle people. When Lu Ye's long knife fell, it split an afterimage, and at the same time, there was pain in his waist and abdomen.

He kicked out, and the cat demon supported the kick with both hands, took off with the momentum, and landed deftly.

Lu Ye staggered back, stabbed the ground with a long knife, and almost fell to his knees on the ground, causing Wei Yang to cry out in surprise.