In the psychedelic formation, in order to protect himself, Wei Que did not hesitate to use magic in all directions. Even if he was at the ninth level of Yunhe, he could not hold on for long.
The spiritual power in his body flowed outward like a flood, and there was a buzzing sound from all directions bombarded by Taoist spells. Although he opened his mouth to call for help, he could not wait for the rescue of Tan Sheng and Xia Liang. He knew in his heart that those two people I'm afraid his situation is not good, otherwise there would be no reason to ignore him.
The smell of blood lingered on the tip of his nose, and the pain all over his body made him sweat like rain. The smell of death was like a sea, drowning his whole body.
He never expected that just coming to kill Lu Yiye would actually put him in this life-threatening situation. If he had known this, he would never have agreed to Tan Sheng and accompany him here.
However, it was useless to regret at this moment. In such an environment, he could not see any hope of escape.
Just when he was thinking this, something changed suddenly.
The formation that had been shrouded in all directions suddenly changed, and then the surrounding fog and colorful illusions quickly dissipated.
Wei Que was stunned for a moment, then ecstatic!
I accidentally broke this psychedelic formation! This is truly a perfect path.
When the fog dissipated, he saw several figures gathered around him not far away. Sure enough, among them were Li Baxian and Feng Yuechan, as well as Lu Yiye. In addition, there was a burly figure, Wearing linen clothes, he has a muscular body.
A look of astonishment clearly flashed through Lu Yiye's eyes.
He obviously didn't expect that he would actually break the formation here.
Lu Ye really didn't expect it.
The psychedelic formation was set up by him with the help of the formation flag. Unlike the protective formation and the trapping formation, it did not have much defensive capabilities, so if the formation flag was destroyed, it would be difficult to maintain the formation.
Wei Que had just made a wild and aimless attack, and accidentally hit a formation flag, causing the psychedelic formation to collapse without any attack.
All I can say is that this guy is really lucky.
After breaking through the formation and seeing the true form of Lu Ye and others, Wei Que immediately roared: "Lu Yiye!"
How frightened he had been just now, he was so angry now. He was a man of the ninth level of Yunhe. He was attacked and killed by several of the fourth and fifth levels of Yunhe and had little ability to fight back. He was even forced to ask for help from his companions. This was undoubtedly It made him feel embarrassed.
While roaring, a fierce spell was blasted towards Lu Ye.
Before Lu Ye moved, the giant armor had already flashed in front of him, and a spiritual light flashed in front of him, blocking the spell, but at the cost of being knocked back a few steps, he was unharmed.
Wei Que's eyelids jumped when he saw this scene, and he was secretly shocked that this big man had cultivated a powerful body. He was in the fog before, and he didn't feel the power of the giant armor clearly. Now he saw such a Yunhe with his own eyes. It was really shocking that the fourth level person could easily block his own spell.
There was a five-level difference in cultivation between the two. Logically speaking, even if the other party was an individual cultivator, he would definitely not be able to withstand that blow. But in fact, the other party not only withstood it, but didn't even react much.
Just as he was about to take action again, an inexplicable feeling of weakness suddenly surged, making Wei Que stumble uncontrollably.
The secret path was terrible. He had consumed too much power before and was seriously injured. How could he have the strength to fight again at this moment?
The sound of swords sounded, Li Baxian's body was filled with light, and a series of flying swords were overwhelmingly attacking towards Wei Que. Feng Yuechan was standing beside him, her hands were changing, and she used exquisite spells one after another, and she was attacking Wei Que one after another. Wei Que came with a shot.
Wei Que's expression changed, and he hurriedly mobilized his almost exhausted spiritual power to protect his whole body.
Kick, kick, kick... The giant armor took long strides and started galloping, rising and falling in the light of flying swords and spells, quickly closing the distance with Wei Que, carrying the oppressive feeling of the mountain falling.
When he got close, he took advantage of Wei Que's flying swords and spells to kick him out.
Feeling the terrifying power of this kick, Wei Que's pupils shrank. In this situation, he would rather be slashed by Li Baxian's flying sword or hit by Feng Yuechan's spell than be kicked by the giant armor. He kicked.
If this kick was solid, I'm afraid it would explode into blood mist in an instant.
At the critical moment of life and death, his spirit was tense to the extreme, and he actually showed a kind of speed that did not belong to magic cultivators at all. While blocking the attacks of flying swords and magic spells, he narrowly avoided the kick from the giant armor. .
However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a figure emerged from behind the giant armored figure.
It was Lu Ye.
The fiery red sword light flashed past, revealing the panic on Wei Que's face. Faced with the sword slashed from above, he had no room to dodge.
A flash!
The blade slashed down, breaking through Wei Que's body-protecting spiritual power, and pulled out a huge wound from his shoulder blade to his waist and abdomen. Through the wound, the squirming internal organs could be vaguely seen.
The powerful impact sent Wei Que flying backwards, blood spurting out of his mouth.
He tried his best to keep his body steady, his vision was filled with blood, stars were appearing in front of his eyes, and the spiritual power in his body was confused.
It had already been consumed a lot and the injuries were serious. Now it was hit hard again, almost to the point where it was almost exhausted.
Seeing Lu Ye being unyielding and dragging the flaming sword towards him, with the attitude of trying to kill them all, Wei Que also became furious.
His background is indeed not as good as Tan Sheng and Xia Liang, but he has at least reached the ninth level of Yunhe. He has experienced many life and death crises over the years, and he does not lack the courage to fight against the enemy.
He knew in his heart that his trip would probably be unlucky, and he secretly regretted that he was driven by the desire for gain, but what was the point of regretting it now that it was over?
But even if he dies, he will never make things easier for his enemies!
He reached into his storage bag and took out something from the bag.
It was clearly a missing arrow, and it was a broken arrow. Judging from the appearance, the arrow had been lost for some years, and it was unknown where Wei Que got it.
But what can be taken out at this time is undoubtedly Wei Que's most precious thing and his last trump card.
He bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed the blood mist on the broken arrow. The simple broken arrow immediately shined brightly, and at the same time, an extremely dangerous aura suddenly filled the air.
Lu Ye, who was charging towards him with a knife, immediately stopped and stepped back decisively. At this moment, a huge warning sign appeared in his heart. He looked at the broken arrow in Wei Que's hand attentively. He knew in his heart that there was a crisis. It comes from this broken arrow!
Wei Que's spiritual power surged crazily towards the broken arrow, causing the light of the broken arrow to shine like the sun. His mouth was filled with blood and he smiled ferociously: "Lu Yiye, even if I die, you will be buried with me! "
Li Baxian and Feng Yuechan both realized something was wrong. The broken arrow was obviously a treasure that surpassed spiritual weapons and even magic weapons. Such a thing, even if it was damaged, would still have great power. Once it was destroyed, Wei Que successfully executed it, but no one knew what kind of damage it would cause.
Therefore, both of them were frantically mobilizing their strength to kill Wei Que before he could sacrifice this treasure. However, due to the gap in cultivation, even if the two of them joined forces, they could only defeat Wei Que physically. Shocked, blood surged, and it was difficult to kill him for a while.
In less than three breaths, the broken arrow in Wei Que's hand suddenly turned into a stream of light and flew out like lightning.
At this moment, Lu Ye's whole body was covered with chills, and an unprecedented sense of crisis arose in his heart.
Without thinking, he ran straight in one direction, trying to open the distance between himself and Wei Que. However, the stream of light was extremely fast, and it almost arrived in the blink of an eye.
Amber, who was crouching on Lu Ye's shoulder, also sensed the crisis. The hair on his body stood up, and he arched his back on Lu Ye's shoulder. He roared in a low voice, his energy and blood flowing into Lu Ye's body.
Lu Ye raised the knife, and the flesh and blood on his right arm instantly swelled.
A flash!
Continuous chop!
The dense sound was connected together. To outsiders, this was just the sound of one slash, but in fact, in this very short period of time, Lu Ye made five sword strikes in a row.
Every time the knife fell, Wei Que's body trembled, as if the Panshan knife had struck him. The blood in his mouth spurted out needlessly, and his face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The slashing with all his strength was not without effect. The stream of light that struck in front of him froze for a moment. It was this fleeting opportunity that made Lu Ye fall back and fall to the ground in embarrassment.
The stream of light grazed the tip of his nose and flew out, and the strong wind made Lu Ye's face ache.
However, before he could take a breath, from the corner of his vision, he saw the stream of light flying out change direction and attack him again.
This thing is obviously under the control of Wei Que. Li Baxian and Feng Yuechan are desperately attacking him. He ignores him and only stares at Lu Ye to kill. This is in response to his previous roar, even if he dies, Lu Ye must follow him. Buried together.
Lu Ye didn't know what kind of treasure it was, but it was so lethal that even if he used all his strength, he could only stop it for a moment. Unless he killed Wei Que, there would be no end.
When it struck again, Lu Ye had just gotten up from the ground and was already unable to dodge.
Just when he was about to draw the sword again, his shoulders suddenly sank, and a big hand grabbed him. Then Lu Ye felt himself being thrown away.
In mid-air, he saw a burly figure in giant armor standing in his original position.
The spiritual light flashed, and a tortoise shell-like protection suddenly appeared in front of the giant armor.
The stream of light arrives.
boom……
A loud noise was heard, and the giant armor body shook wildly. The seemingly impregnable turtle shell-like protection suddenly appeared dense cracks, and the next moment, it shattered into pieces.
The stream of light passed through the body of the giant armor, bringing out a pool of blood. A muffled groan sounded, and the giant armor knelt on one knee.
Lu Ye's eyes became cold and stern, and the fire of the Panshan knife in his hand burned even more fiercely.
On the other side, Li Baxian had already merged with the sword light, turned into a shocking sword light, and struck in front of Wei Que. The long sword in his hand flickered like a snake spitting out its core, leaving a series of bloody wounds on Wei Que's body. , he wanted to take advantage of the situation and kill Wei Que, but was pushed away by Wei Que's magic.
At this moment, Lu Ye struck down from mid-air, followed closely by Liu Guang, who had injured his giant armor.
Even though he felt the killing intent behind him like a tarsal maggot, Lu Ye's eyes did not waver at all. Wei Que was obviously at the end of his strength. With this sword strike, he would definitely die!
Now it depends on whether your own sword is faster or the opponent's treasure is faster. (To be continued)
