With a bang, the person who came did not dodge, but forcefully knocked the fire dragon into sparks all over the sky. There was a faint flash of black brilliance. The body of Fa Xiu, who was standing in the air, shook slightly, and spurts spurted out from his neck. Blood fell headfirst downwards.
And the black stream of light has wrapped in thunder and rushed into the battle circle. Wherever it passed, screams continued, broken limbs and pieces of meat flew, turning the already chaotic and bloody battlefield into a Shura purgatory.
In the crowd, Lu Ye stared at the dancing black light. Although he didn't know who was coming and couldn't see their movements clearly, the black light gave him an extremely friendly feeling.
It was an unreasonable intimacy.
Lu Ye lowered his head and looked at his battlefield mark. There was a slight warmth coming from the mark, and a feeling of coming from the same source came from the black stream of light.
Is this... someone from the Jade Blood Sect?
The Jade Blood Sect actually has disciples?
He didn't know the specific situation of the Blue Blood Sect. Judging from the current situation, he had always thought that the sect had not accepted any disciples for thirty years and was about to be expelled. Apart from him, he was the only one left with the headmaster.
But now it seems that is not the case. The Jade Blood Sect still has disciples, at least one.
"Leave her alone and kill Lu Ye!"
Someone in the crowd shouted loudly.
As soon as he finished speaking, the black stream of light had already rushed in front of him, and then the head flew high into the air.
A series of magic spells fell from mid-air, and most of them were fire spells, especially the fierce fire dragons, which opened their teeth and claws and twisted the air.
A black stream of light wrapped in purple thunder flashed in front of Lu Ye and others. He raised his hand and picked up a green leaf. The leaf immediately enlarged and covered everyone's heads.
Boom boom boom...
The spells fell down one after another and hit the leaves, but they could not break through the protection of the leaves. Lu Ye stared blankly at the figure blocking him.
This woman is extremely tall. She is wearing a piece of clothing that does not fit well, which outlines her graceful figure in a very beautiful way. The spiritual energy around her body surges wildly with the beating of the purple thunder, and she withstands the attacks of many spells. Lu Ye looked back and smiled: "Junior brother? I am your senior sister, Weiyang."
At this moment, the sky and the earth were pale.
Lu Ye saluted quickly: "I've met Senior Sister!"
Is my senior sister so fierce?
Moreover, she is so beautiful and has a good figure...
"I came late, mainly because the old man at home is too stubborn."
Old man? Lu Ye was startled for a moment before he realized that she was talking about the headmaster...and he didn't dare to answer the question.
At the same time, the Haotian Alliance monks who had been separated before also came in, but it was Weiyang who opened the gap for them before.
Although she had just arrived, she could see the situation clearly at a glance and knew that it was unrealistic to rescue Lu Ye from the trouble by herself. If she wanted to protect Lu Ye, she would have to borrow the power of others.
This was the reason why she immediately let in the Haotian League monks from outside. Only with a large number of people could Lu Ye be protected.
In an instant, the number of monks gathered around Lu Ye increased to a hundred. These people hugged each other while resisting attacks from all directions. Although they were safe for a while, they eventually ran out of strength.
"Everyone, protect my junior brother!" Weiyang suddenly said.
Immediately, many people responded: "But it depends on the orders of the seniors!"
Extremely enthusiastic attitude.
Weiyang had already killed him again, and his tall figure turned into a stream of black light again. The monks from Ten Thousand Demon Ridge who were still casting spells in mid-air all looked panicked when they saw this, trying to disperse as if avoiding snakes and scorpions, but ordinary people Those targeted by her would not survive more than three breaths.
A figure screamed and fell from the sky, followed by a second one, a third one...
The black stream of light only rushed back and forth a few times, and no one was seen in the air anymore. Those who were lucky enough to survive all pressed the light escape button and landed obediently.
There is no way, Weiyang's attitude is very obvious, she will kill anyone who dares to stand in mid-air.
When Weiyang returned, the noisy battlefield suddenly became quiet, and all the fluctuations in spiritual energy calmed down. Weiyang grabbed a huge war scythe of the same height in his hand at some point, and there were constant black clouds on top of the war scythe. The breath wafts out, giving people an extremely ominous feeling.
"Anyone who doesn't want to die, get out of here!" Weiyang said faintly. Wherever he looked, all the monks from Wan Mo Ridge stepped back.
However, one person stood up. The mark of a blazing flame on that person's forehead seemed to be burning. He looked at Weiyang and said, "It's a great honor that the fight between juniors like me can disturb an expert like senior. It's just that Senior forced his way into the Lingxi battlefield and killed so many people. Isn't the soul-destroying divine thunder unpleasant? Now that the divine thunder has turned dark purple, how many more people can senior kill?"
Weiyang turned his head and looked over, and his figure suddenly turned into an afterimage. He rushed directly in front of the man, raised his hand and touched the man's chest. He didn't know what method was used. The man's figure suddenly stiffened, and the huge battle scythe With a wave, the head with a stunned expression on his face flew high.
After killing the people, Weiyang stepped back in front of Lu Ye and snorted coldly: "How come the Holy Fire Cult wants to be in the limelight? I can't kill many people. Killing three or five more is probably the limit. Who wants to try?" ?”
"Senior, what ability can you get by bullying the small?" Someone in the crowd said angrily, his voice was erratic, and he didn't know what method he used. Obviously he didn't want Weiyang to judge his position.
Weiyang Xunxun said: "Who is bullying the small?"
"After all, this is a matter on the Lingxi battlefield. It is unjustifiable for seniors to force their way in. If all the sects and sects were like seniors, wouldn't the Lingxi battlefield be in chaos?"
"If they dare, let them in and see if I can kill them!"
"It's just nonsense!" The person who spoke was angry and shouted: "Everyone, she is now surrounded by the soul-destroying divine thunder and can't kill many people. Don't be afraid of her. Everyone, come together. If she dares to take action again, she will be killed by the god. Destroyed by thunder."
"I found you!" Weiyang curled up the corner of his mouth and stretched out the war scythe in his hand. When he retracted it, there was a thin man on top of the war scythe. The war scythe pierced his chest and was lifted high. , blood flowed down the wound, and the severe pain made him scream miserably.
Many monks in Ten Thousand Demon Ridge were all silent. At that moment, no one could see clearly how she took action.
She looked up at the thin man and frowned: "People from Jinyun Tower? After decades, you still haven't made any progress. You like to hide in the dark and sow discord."
"It's not me!" The thin man struggled.
Weiyang waved the war sickle in his hand, and blood mist exploded all over the sky.
She turned around and looked at Lu Ye: "In the future, when walking on the Lingxi battlefield, if you encounter people from the Holy Fire Sect and Jinyun Tower, don't talk nonsense to them. Kill them first. These two families have a grudge against us."
"Yes!" Lu Ye responded respectfully.
"By the way, there is another Bailian Valley. People from the Holy Fire Sect and Jinyun Tower are here. There is no reason why Bailian Valley can't come. Where are the people?" She looked around, as if she wanted to find someone from Bailian Valley to kill. , but with so many cultivators from Ten Thousand Demon Ridge gathered together, it’s hard to tell them apart.
Under that sharp gaze, a monk from Ten Thousand Demon Ridge said weakly: "The people in Bailian Valley are blocked by Feng Yuechan..."
"Yuechan..." Weiyang's expression softened a little, "The little girl has grown up too."
She waved the war sickle, held it in her hand, and said loudly: "I want to take my little junior brother away, who has any objections?"
Someone from the Holy Fire Cult stepped out of the crowd with a pious expression: "If the fire in your heart is not extinguished, there is no need to fear death!"
He stood not far from Weiyang, looking at her with a calm expression.
Weiyang swung the war sickle in his hand, and the member of the Holy Fire Sect was immediately cut into two pieces.
Another person walked out and chanted: "If the fire in your heart is not extinguished, there is no need to fear death!"
Weiyang struck again without any hesitation.
The third person from the Holy Fire Cult came out and shouted the same sentence.
Weiyang did not take action this time. She just smiled and raised her hand to the sky: "If I don't kill you, someone will kill you!"
The sound of Qingyue's sword suddenly sounded. When everyone looked in the direction she pointed, they saw a streak of sword light coming from the sky and slashing down directly. No one from the Holy Fire Cult said a word. , and was broken into two halves by the sword light.
The light of the sword subsided, and a long sword came into view. It was inserted diagonally on the ground. A man with white hair and wearing a long red cloud dress with a white background stood lightly on the hilt of the sword with one hand on his back. Like a piece of willow catkin, it swayed slightly as the hilt of the sword swayed.
He grabbed a wine gourd with his other hand, raised his head, took a sip of wine, and burped: "You're late!"
"Li Baxian!" Someone shouted in horror.
In the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge camp, many monks were in a commotion.
Even if they have never met Li Baxian, the monks who hang out in the Lingxi battlefield will have heard of his name, because this is the tenth strong man on the Lingxi list.
Simply being ranked tenth is not enough to frighten people. The main reason is that this guy reached the tenth level with his cultivation at the eighth level of Lingxi.
There are only one hundred people on the entire Lingxi List, and these one hundred people are all ninth-level experts who have practiced heaven-level techniques.
There is only one exception, and that is Li Baxian, who is ranked tenth!
It is difficult to count the number of ninth-level practitioners who have practiced heaven-level techniques in the entire Lingxi battlefield, because all the sects in Jiuzhou are gathered here. Almost every day, people are promoted to the ninth-level realm, and some break through their own shackles and advance to the Yunhe realm. Some were even killed in the fight.
It can be said that the number of ninth-level realms is difficult to count because it changes at any time.
But no matter what, there are always ten thousand people.
One in a hundred is chosen from the Lingxi Ranking. Anyone on the list is the strongest among the strong.
Part of the reason why Li Baxian can occupy the tenth position with his eighth-level cultivation is that he fell from the ninth-level. Therefore, although he has an eighth-level cultivation, he has the foundation of the ninth-level. Dong Shuye, whom Lu Ye killed, was in a similar situation.
Before Feng Yuechan occupied the top spot in Lingxi, he was the top one in Lingxi.
But because of an accident, his spiritual aperture was broken and his cultivation level dropped by one level.
Another reason is also the most important, he is a sword cultivator!
