Chapter 165 My Name Is Lu Ye!

Lu Ye changed his usual behavior and took the initiative to attack, which was unexpected by everyone. It also aroused suspicion among many people in Wanmo Ridge, wondering if he wanted to die because his spiritual weapon was broken...

In a flash, the two had already fought, and the sound of ding-dong-dong was heard, and the spiritual weapons of the two kept colliding.

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

As a disciple from a third-grade sect, Hu Ping's own strength was not bad. Although he did not have a record of killing enemies across levels, few people with the same cultivation level could be his opponent.

Especially when the sword technique was performed with a big opening and closing, there was a spirit of a gust of wind sweeping fallen leaves. If Lu Ye's knife was sharp and aggressive, then his knife was violent and fierce.

However, after fighting with Lu Ye, who was at the fifth level, he was shocked to find that his swordsmanship was completely useless. It was true that the opponent's spiritual weapon was broken, but his speed and strength were beyond his ability to contend with.

After a few slashes, he was unable to stop the opponent's fierce attack. His body kept retreating, and his knuckles were a little broken. In his feeling, the one fighting against him was not a fifth-level cultivator at all, but a bloody beast.

The sense of oppression was 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 on this stage. The blood of the challengers dyed the entire golden top blood red. Hu Ping, who was on the stage for the first time, suffered a great loss.

The bright knife light flashed, and Hu Ping forced himself to stabilize his body and wanted to block it with his knife, but the knife light bypassed his spiritual weapon and chopped down fiercely.

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

It had only been ten breaths since the battle began, and the two sides had already met each other to the death, causing exclamations from all sides.

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 was impossible to exert its original power, so it was not a big threat to him.

But his knife was different. He slashed at Lu Ye's neck. If the opponent did not activate that kind of defensive spiritual pattern, this knife could decide life and death!

As he expected, when his spiritual weapon slashed at Lu Ye's neck, a spiritual pattern there blocked the attack, but he did not stop, but continued to press on it, thereby consuming the opponent's spiritual power.

However, the pain in his chest surprised him, and blood spurted out. Hu Ping could no longer care about anything else, and hurriedly jumped back with the help of the slashing force.

Looking down, he saw that his chest was cut with a foot-long wound, and the armor he was wearing was directly cut through, and the spiritual light was gone!

Hu Ping's scalp was numb for a moment, and he didn't understand what was going on.

The reason why he dared to take Lu Ye's knife was that the spiritual weapon in Lu Ye's hand was broken and its power was greatly reduced, and secondly, he had a treasure armor to protect him. Although the quality of this treasure armor was not high, it had some protective power. He relied on this treasure armor to escape danger several times.

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

Wasn't the opponent's spiritual weapon broken? How could it still be so sharp?

All kinds of thoughts were churning in his mind, and he didn't have time to think too much, because Lu Ye had already bullied him and took advantage of his unpreparedness to stab him with a knife.

The fiery red spiritual power was attached to the broken long sword, which contained an indestructible power. Hu Ping roared and raised the knife to block it.

The sound of ding-dong-dong rang out again, and the two men continued to fight in an instant. However, Hu Ping had lost his mind before, and this time he was completely suppressed. He felt that the opponent's attack was not only fierce, but also continuous.

After more than ten breaths, Hu Ping suddenly froze in place, raising the big knife in his hand high, but he was unable to swing it down. He looked down at his chest, his eyes full of fear.

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

Close at hand, the eyes met, Lu Ye looked at the enemy in front of him, his expression calm: "My name is Lu Ye! Lu Ye of the Green Blood Sect!"

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

Lu Ye panted heavily, dragged his staggering steps, and returned to the previous position again, sat cross-legged, threw a magic pill into his mouth, and lowered his head.

On the top of the golden light, it was still quiet and silent.

After a while, Hu Ping's senior brother went forward to check and found that Hu Ping was dead!

Whispers began to sound and gradually became noisy...

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

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

But in fact, Hu Ping died after only two cuts from Lu Ye.

Lu Ye was also cut twice by him, but both were resolved by the defensive spiritual pattern.

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

The Wanmo Ridge cultivator named Zi'an had a solemn expression and his face was slightly pale. He secretly thanked Lu Ye for choosing Hu Ping, otherwise he might have fallen in this battle.

Everyone thought that Lu Ye's fangs were broken, but who knew that the broken fangs were still unstoppable!

Looking at the figure who was sitting there quietly with his head down, as if he might fall down at any time, Zi'an exhaled lightly.

Although Hu Ping was killed, it would not have much impact on him. The next battle would be his. If he lost... there would only be people from the Holy Fire Sect. The guy from the Holy Fire Sect was weaker than him and Hu Ping, and there was no hope.

So no matter what, this battle could not be lost!

If you want to win, you can't be cut by the opponent. The lethality of the spiritual weapon is too terrifying, but he is also a soldier. When fighting with others in close combat, there is no way to avoid these.

It was a headache for a while!

Before he could come up with a countermeasure, someone from the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge reminded him: "Time is up!"

Li Baxian glared at him fiercely!

The incense and candles lit when Lu Ye started to rest went out. Lu Ye, who was taking a nap with his head down, raised his head again. Under the gaze of thousands of eyes, he stood up with his broken sword as before, staggering and his steps were weak.

A group of Wanmo Ridge monks watched with twitching eyelids. Lu Ye looked like he might fall down at any time, but the fact proved that once this guy fought with others, he would become vigorous.

If they hadn't seen him fight more than 40 games in a row, everyone would have thought that this guy was just pretending.

No one knew what kind of belief and will supported this mere fifth-level cultivator to not fall down, and to be invincible on the blood-stained arena.

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

Lu Ye's ears were buzzing, which was caused by excessive energy overdraft. He didn't hear what others were saying clearly, but it didn't matter, the eldest sister would remember it.

Boom...

At the moment when the spiritual power exploded, two figures rushed towards each other. This Wanmo Ridge monk was not frightened by Lu Ye's terrifying record, and even did not take a defensive position, but took the initiative to fight. As a soldier cultivator, they all knew that offense was the best defense!

The sound of spiritual weapons fighting came, and two figures kept moving and crossing on the stage, and sparks flew between the collisions.

The hearts of all the people on the side of Wanmo Ridge were in their throats, because they knew that if they lost this battle again, they would really have no chance. Although there was still one member of the Holy Fire Sect, the strength of the Holy Fire Sect was not as good as Hu Ping, nor as good as Zi'an. If they faced Lu Ye, they would only have one way to die.

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

The cultivators of Wanmo Ridge, who were nervously paying attention to the battle situation, breathed a sigh of relief, and the battle situation stabilized!

They all secretly praised that they were indeed from a second-grade sect. This foundation was indeed stronger than others. Those who had fought before, none of them could fight Lu Ye for such a long time in a head-on confrontation without showing signs of decline.

There were people who persisted for a long time under Lu Ye, but they were also being chased, and they were focused on consuming Lu Ye's spiritual power to lay the foundation for victory for the later ones. They were the first to be able to compete with Lu Ye head-on for so long.

With such strength, he already has the capital to fight against opponents of higher ranks.

At this moment, Lu Ye became more and more sober. Although his ears were still buzzing and he even saw some blurry scenes occasionally, the pressure from the other side told him that this was an opponent whose strength and speed were no less than his.

To deal with such an opponent, he could only fight quickly and decisively.

Lu Ye knew his situation. He had not much spiritual power left. If he continued to fight like this, he would definitely not be able to hold on. Once his spiritual power was exhausted and he had not yet defeated his opponent, he would have no choice but to wait for death.

With a thought, he did not resist or dodge the opponent's attack, but slashed at him.

This knife scared the monk from Wanmo Ridge. Lu Ye dared to take his attack, but he did not dare to take Lu Ye's knife. So many lives before told him a truth. The spiritual weapon in Lu Ye's hand was a little too strong. It was not a spiritual weapon that a low-level monk could possess.

He dodged in a hurry.

The rhythm was disrupted instantly. Originally, he and Lu Ye were evenly matched in attack, but when he started to defend, he had lost his initial spirit and became restrained.

While retreating and advancing, Lu Ye had slashed seven or eight times. Although he did not do his best, the situation had begun to turn around. From the scene, Lu Ye gradually gained the upper hand and slowly suppressed his opponent.

The man obviously knew that this was not a solution. Just as he was thinking about countermeasures, a click sound came out, and his hand suddenly felt light.

Looking up, his souls were all gone, and his spiritual weapon was actually cut off!

Lu Ye fought more than 40 games in a row. Except for his spiritual weapon long sword that was cut off by the Wanmo Ridge side, he had never cut off the enemy's spiritual weapon.

The sharp spiritual pattern is indeed powerful, but the spiritual weapon itself is also very strong. Those opponents before were either killed by him with a few swords, or did not confront him head-on, so he naturally did not have this opportunity.

But the man in front of him is different. Before, every time the two sides attacked, it was a collision between spiritual weapons! Even if Lu Ye didn't activate the sharp spiritual pattern every time, the spiritual weapon in the opponent's hand could not resist.

The long sword fell down, bringing up a puff of blood!