Chapter 165 My name is Lu Ye!

As soon as Lu Ye changed his normal behavior, he took the initiative to launch an attack. This was unexpected by everyone, and it also aroused the suspicion of many people in Wanmo Ridge. They wondered if he wanted to die because of a broken spirit weapon...

In the blink of an eye, the two had already fought each other, there was a clanging sound, and their spirit weapons kept colliding.

Hu Ping is also a soldier, and the spiritual weapon in his hand is also a knife, but Lu Ye's knife is different in that his knife is much wider and shorter. It is a traditional machete.

As a disciple from a third-rank sect, Hu Ping himself is quite capable. Although he has no record of killing enemies by leapfrogging, there are very few fellow practitioners who are his opponents.

In particular, the wide open and close sword technique was deployed, with the vigor of a gust of wind sweeping the fallen leaves. If Lu Ye's sword is sharp and aggressive, then his sword is violent and fierce.

However, after fighting against Lu Ye, a fifth-level realm, he discovered to his horror that his sword skills were completely incapable, and the opponent's spirit weapon was indeed broken, but his speed and strength were not something he could compete with.

After a few slashes, he couldn't stop the opponent's fierce attack, and he couldn't help stepping back, his tiger's mouth was a little cracked. In his feeling, he was not fighting with a fifth-level cultivator at all, but a monk. A beast full of blood.

The pressure is too strong!

With a clang, Hu Ping leaned back, and the spiritual weapon in his hand almost flew out. He wanted to stabilize his body, but his feet slipped.

Too many people died in this arena, and the blood of all the fighters dyed the entire Jinguangding blood red. Hu Ping, who was fighting on the stage for the first time, suffered a big loss because of this.

Xue Liang's saber flashed, Hu Ping forced himself to stabilize his body, trying to block it with a saber, but the saber's light bypassed his spiritual weapon and slashed down fiercely.

It was too late to resist at this moment, and Hu Ping also had a lot of experience in fighting life and death, so his heart became ruthless, and he slashed at Lu Ye's neck with his knife.

In less than ten breaths of time since the start of the battle, the two sides of the fight had already met each other, causing the Quartet to exclaim.

There was no panic in Hu Ping's eyes, because he knew that Lu Ye's broken knife could not do anything to him. The opponent's spiritual weapon was indeed of good quality, but since it was broken, it would be impossible to exert its original power, so it is against He's not much of a threat.

But his knife is different, he cuts at Lu Ye's neck, if the opponent doesn't activate that defensive spirit pattern, this knife can separate life and death!

As he expected, when his spiritual weapon struck Lu Ye's neck, a spirit pattern there blocked the blow, but he didn't stop, but continued to press down on it to consume the opponent's spiritual power.

However, the pain in his chest surprised him, and there was blood gushing out. Hu Ping didn't care about anything else, and quickly jumped back with the power of the slash.

Looking down, I saw a foot-long wound on my chest, and the treasure armor I was wearing was directly cut off, leaving no aura!

Hu Ping's scalp suddenly felt a little numb, and he didn't understand what was going on.

The reason why he dared to take Lu Ye's knife head-on was that the spiritual weapon in Lu Ye's hand was broken and its power was greatly reduced, and the second was that he had a treasure armor to protect him. Although the quality of the treasure armor is not high, it still has some protection With great strength, he relied on this precious armor several times to save himself from danger.

However, this time the treasure armor was cut through, failing to provide him with any protection.

Isn't the opponent's spirit weapon broken? How is it still so sharp?

All kinds of thoughts swirled in his mind, and there was no time to think about it, because Lu Ye had already bullied him, and stabbed him straight while he was off guard.

The fiery red spiritual power clung to the severed long knife, containing invincible power, Hu Ping roared, raised the knife and blocked it.

The tinkling sound resounded again, and the two clashed for an instant. However, Hu Ping lost his mind before, and was completely suppressed this time. He felt that the opponent's attack was not only fierce, but also continuous.

After more than ten breaths, Hu Ping suddenly froze on the spot, raised the big knife in his hand, but was unable to swing it down, he looked down at his chest, his eyes were full of horror.

At the chest, the broken knife had pierced into his chest without hindrance along the damaged part of the treasure armor.

Close at hand, with four eyes facing each other, Lu Ye looked at the enemy in front of him with a calm expression: "My name is Lu Ye! Jade Blood Sect Lu Ye!"

With one kick, Hu Ping flew far away and fell to the ground, motionless.

Panting heavily, Lu Ye staggered, returned to the previous position, sat cross-legged, threw a elixir into his mouth, and hung his head.

On the top of the golden light, there was still silence.

After a while, Hu Ping's senior brother went up to check and found that Hu Ping was already dead and couldn't die anymore!

Whispering began to sound, and gradually became noisy...

Hu Ping was also defeated! In this battle where Wanmo Ridge was infinitely close to victory, Hu Ping was killed!

You know, this battle was originally Wanmo Ridge's battle to end this dispute. No matter who looked at it, Lu Ye whose spiritual weapon was broken could not be Hu Ping's opponent.

But in fact, Hu Ping only took two stabs from Lu Ye before he died.

Lu Ye was also slashed twice by him, but they were all resolved by the guarding spirit pattern.

Some monks have already seen the problem. It is the spiritual weapon. Although it was broken, it didn't seem to affect its power.

The Wanmo Ridge cultivator named Zian had a dignified expression, and his face turned slightly pale. He secretly rejoiced that Lu Ye chose Hu Ping, otherwise he might be the one who fell down in this match.

Everyone thought that Lu Ye's fangs had been broken, but who ever thought that broken fangs were as unstoppable as ever!

Looking at the figure who was sitting quietly with his head down, as if he might fall down at any time, Zian let out a soft breath.

Although Hu Ping was killed, it would not have much impact on him. He will be the next battle. If he loses... only the members of the Holy Fire Cult will be left. That guy from the Holy Fire Cult is stronger than him and Hu Ping Weak and hopeless.

So no matter what, this battle cannot be lost!

If you want to win, you can't be cut by the opponent. The lethality of the spirit weapon is too terrifying, but he is also a soldier, and when he fights with people close to him, he can't avoid it at all.

Moment head big!

Before he could come up with a countermeasure, someone from Wanmo Ridge reminded him, "It's time!"

Li Baxian glared at him viciously!

When Lu Ye started to rest, the incense candle that was lit was extinguished, and Lu Ye, who was resting with his head down, raised his head again. Under the gaze of thousands of eyes, he stood up with his broken knife just like before, staggering, walking vanity.

The eyelids of a group of Wanmo Ridge monks jumped. Lu Ye looked like he might fall down at any time, but the facts proved that once this guy fought with others, he became fierce.

If they hadn't seen him fight for more than 40 consecutive games, everyone would have thought that this guy was just putting on a show.

No one knew what kind of faith and will it was that kept this mere fifth-layer cultivator from falling down, and was still invincible on the blood-stained arena.

Zi'an came out, and the two sides reported to each other as usual.

There was a buzzing in Lu Ye's ears, which was caused by excessive energy, and some of them couldn't hear what they were saying clearly, but it didn't matter, the elder sister would remember it.

boom……

The moment the spiritual power exploded, the two figures rushed towards each other. This cultivator from Wanmo Ridge was not frightened by Lu Ye's terrifying record, and he didn't even take a defensive position. Best defense ever!

When the clash of spiritual weapons came, the two figures kept moving and staggering on the ring, and sparks flew everywhere when they collided.

The hearts of everyone on the Wanmo Ridge side were in their throats, because they knew that if they lost this battle, they would really have no chance. Although there was still one Holy Fire Cult left, the strength of the Holy Fire Cult was not as strong as Hu Ping is not as good as Zi'an, for Shang Lu Ye, there is only one dead end.

Three breaths, five breaths, ten breaths, twenty breaths, fifty breaths...

The slender members of Wanmo Ridge who were nervously watching the battle situation breathed out, the battle situation has stabilized!

They all praised secretly, as expected of being from a second-rank sect, this background is indeed stronger than others, those who have fought before, have never been able to fight against Lu Ye for such a long time in a head-to-head confrontation without showing weakness of.

There were people who persisted under Lu Ye's command for a long time, but they were chased and ran away. They focused on consuming Lu Ye's spiritual power and laying the foundation for victory for the latecomers. It was the first one who could compete head-on with Lu Ye for so long.

This kind of strength seems to have the capital to leapfrog the battle.

At this moment, Lu Ye became more and more awake. Although his ears were still buzzing, and some blurred scenes even occasionally flashed in front of his eyes, the pressure from the opposite side told him that this was a player whose strength and speed were not inferior to his. opponent.

To deal with such an opponent, we can only make a quick decision.

Lu Ye knew his situation, and his spiritual power was running out. If he continued to fight like this, he would definitely not be able to hold on. Once his spiritual power was exhausted and he hadn't dealt with his opponent, he would have to wait for death.

Turning his mind around, facing the opponent's blow, he did not resist and dodge, but slashed at the opponent.

This knife startled the cultivator of Wanmo Ridge. Lu Ye dared to take a blow from him, but he didn't dare to take a blow from Lu Ye. So many lives told him a truth before, the spiritual weapon in Lu Ye's hand was a bit outrageous. That is not a spiritual weapon that low-level monks can possess.

He dodges hastily.

The rhythm was disrupted in an instant. Originally, he and Lu Ye were evenly matched in attack, but when he started to defend, he lost his original vigor and became restrained.

As soon as he retreated and entered, Lu Ye had hacked seven or eight times in a row. Although he failed to do his best, the situation had begun to turn. From the scene, Lu Ye gradually gained the upper hand and slowly suppressed his opponent.

The man obviously knew that going on like this was not an option, and just as he was thinking about countermeasures, there was a clicking sound, and his hand suddenly lightened.

Looking up, all the souls of the dead came out, and his spiritual weapon was cut off!

Lu Ye fought for more than 40 consecutive battles. Except for his spirit weapon long knife being cut off by the Wanmo Ridge side, he has never cut off the enemy's spirit weapon.

The sharp spirit pattern is indeed powerful, but the spirit weapon itself is also very strong. Those opponents before were either hacked to death by him a few times, or they didn't confront him head-on. Naturally, he didn't have this chance.

But the person in front of him is different. The two sides attacked each other before, but every time it was a collision between spiritual weapons! Even if Lu Ye didn't activate the Fengrui spirit pattern every time, the spirit weapon in the opponent's hand couldn't resist.

The long knife slashed down, bringing up a cloud of blood!