saint of humanity

Chapter 732 The Support of the Blood Race
In front of the altar, a three-foot-tall scarlet figure stood tall, with a wild and violent aura permeating the whole body, like a sleeping dragon, in a state of sleepiness.

Huang Liang's roar resounded throughout the battlefield, but after seeing that Lu Ye did not move, he realized that something was wrong.

There must be something wrong with Lu Ye!
Almost at the same time that his thoughts changed, another ferocious voice sounded: "Kill him! Kill him quickly!"

The tone is full of urgency.

But it's a blood lord!
As a strong man with a background in the Divine Sea Realm, he never put the monks in the Dragon Realm in his eyes, even if he was trapped by the sword array of Haoran Academy, he was still able to handle it with ease.

But when Lu Ye was wearing the Dragon Throne, a great warning sign suddenly appeared in his heart.

That scarlet Yanjia brought him a huge sense of threat.

This kind of threat is not only a threat that can determine his life and death, but also a threat that can determine the survival of the altar!
As a blood race, he is not afraid of death, but the altar cannot be destroyed. This is related to the coming of the blood world. If the altar is destroyed, all his previous efforts will be in vain, and the time for the coming of the blood world will be greatly extended.

With such a crime, even if he is still alive, he will inevitably be punished worse than death.

Therefore, we must quickly kill that monk Longteng wearing Yanjia!

Huang Liang saw that something was wrong with Lu Ye, and Xue Xiao naturally saw it too, otherwise it would be unreasonable to stand there without any movement after using such a fetish.

This is undoubtedly the best chance to kill Lu Ye.

He wanted to go there in person, but the sword masters of Haoran Academy, headed by Yuan Changcun, were desperately entangled with him. Even if he used all kinds of mysterious blood way secret techniques, he would not be able to get out of trouble for a while, unless Yuan Changcun and others were exterminated first. !
With Xue Xiao's order, many blood clans woke up like a dream, and rushed towards Lu Ye's direction.

Lu Ye, who stood there quietly without any movement, finally moved. He just casually raised his hands and kicked his feet, and one by one the blood clans with strong and fierce auras were killed one after another.

His movements obviously looked extremely simple, but none of those blood races could avoid them.

From a distance, it looks like a group of naughty children are provoking a tall and mighty adult. No matter how those children show their teeth and claws, it is meaningless. The scene looks both funny and bloody.

All blood races that rushed past either exploded and died, or flew backwards like an arrow from the string, with broken tendons and bones.

In the dragon seat, Lu Ye felt it silently.

Although he was wearing a three-foot-tall Yanjia, which made him seem to have turned into such a giant, but he didn't feel too much discomfort, and all his movements were as smooth as arms and fingers, round and natural.

With the dragon seat added, he is the dragon seat, and the dragon seat is him.

Every part of the three-foot-tall Yanjia is an extension of his body!

The only thing that made him uncomfortable was that something was missing in his hand...

For a long time, when he faced the enemy, he always held the Panshan knife, and rarely fought with bare hands, so he naturally felt a little uncomfortable.

Of course he can sacrifice the Panshan Sword, but holding the Panshan Saber with a three-foot-tall body is somewhat nondescript, so it's better to use his bare hands like this.

Fortunately, fighting skills, once mastered, will be engraved deep in the soul, so even if there is no knife in hand, at most it just feels a little empty, and it doesn't have much impact.

"Hold on!" Huang Liang's angry shout sounded again, and he also personally killed him, leading a group of Long Teng monks to surround Lu Ye to relieve him of the pressure.

Before Lu Ye ignored his cry, he thought there was something wrong with Lu Ye, but now it seems that Lu Ye should have no problem, otherwise it would be impossible to fight back against the incoming blood race.

But Lu Ye's action of killing the enemy made him understand the root cause.

Because Lu Ye has been using the simplest means to kill the blood race, no action is superfluous, obviously he doesn't want to waste his strength.

Huang Liang had a guess in his heart, but he wasn't sure.

At this time, there was no time to ask. Since Lu Ye wanted to save his strength, he had no choice but to cooperate.

In an instant, in the place where Lu Ye was, humans and blood races swarmed in, colliding and confronting each other, their spiritual power was agitated and chaotic, and killer moves were repeated one after another.

The sudden shift of the center of gravity of the war was unexpected by the powerhouses of the two clans.

At this moment, where Lu Ye is, has truly become the center of the world.

One side wanted to attack, the other side was defending, both of them tried their best, and the fresh life was like withered leaves in this huge area, withering away, and corpses flew out one after another, turning into severed limbs and pieces of flesh.

In the sky, the blood-colored light became thicker, and the extremely strange aura continued to permeate Brother Longteng.

Lu Ye stood where he was, and did not participate in the battle between the monks of the two races. The moment he put on the dragon seat and his mind was lifted up, he felt the source of that breath, which was the breath of another world, that was the blood realm. breath!

Full of evil sense of aggression!
In the ravine, there were countless shadows tumbling in the blood light. They were more powerful blood clansmen, affected by the traction altar, they might descend on Longteng at any time.

Hurry up, hurry up!
As if sensing his intentions, the blood-colored light coming out of the Vajra Temple and sweeping northward suddenly increased in speed, and wherever it passed, it left a clearly identifiable mark in the air, which lasted for a long time.

In troubled times, human life is worthless.

Even successful monks cannot escape this fate.

Cultivator Longteng died beside Lu Ye at all times, and even a top powerhouse like Huang Liang was seriously injured, but he still killed the enemy in blood and never left Lu Ye's side.

The blood race attacked several times, but they still couldn't tear through the defense line of monk Longteng. The blood lord's shouts kept ringing out, and he was no longer as calm as before.

In the void, the blood race is very proud of itself, and never takes other races seriously, especially the human race, which is born weak. In the eyes of the blood race, this race is the most inferior group.

However, after witnessing the power gathered in the Longteng practice world, even the blood races have to admit that the naturally weak human race can sometimes show unimaginable resilience and tenacity.

This is a characteristic that many races in the void do not have, and it is also a characteristic that many races envy.

"Aren't you alright?" Huang Liang asked loudly in the midst of the chaos.

"Immediately!" From the dragon seat, came Lu Ye's response, he could clearly feel that the bloody light going north was far away from his position.

After receiving Lu Ye's reply, Huang Liang felt relieved, knowing that his previous guess was correct.

Lu Ye didn't make much movement, he was just accumulating and conserving his strength, he was waiting for that thing.

That thing that was suppressed by King Kong Temple for 2000 years!
All the fear and anxiety were swept away, Huang Liang only felt great hope rising from his heart, even if he was seriously injured, he couldn't help but be full of anticipation.

However, this expectation was shattered in the next moment.

He looked up eagerly, only to see the blood surge in the ravine, and the scene of the blood river sloping down appeared again, and as the blood river slanted, the figures of the blood clan rushed out of it...

The support of the blood race has arrived!
Huang Liang was not the only one who saw this scene, and every cultivator Long Teng who saw this scene couldn't help feeling hopeless.

With the current blood race alone, they are not sure of victory, and the blood race has been supported again, so there is no strength on Long Teng's side to resist.

Many blood races rushed out from the blood river in Tianhe, each with a strong aura, they rushed down without saying a word, and joined the battlefield.

One of the old-looking blood clan stood in mid-air with his hands behind his back, his eyes swept across the battlefield, and he snorted softly: "Blood owl, you are still so useless!"

The annoyed blood owl who was entangled by Yuan Changcun and others gritted his teeth and shouted: "Stop talking nonsense, take down that Yanjia first, it is a variable!"

The old blood said lightly: "I don't need you to teach me how to do things!"

He shifted his gaze, looked at Lu Ye who was wearing a dragon seat, and said softly, "Kill him!"

The tone was flat, as if what was going to be killed was just a mosquito.

A large number of blood clans who came to support rushed to the formation, and the defense line gathered by Brother Longteng around Lu Ye was in jeopardy in an instant, and several gaps were directly torn.

Many blood clans rushed towards Lu Ye along the gap.

Lu Ye, who had been standing in the same place and tried not to move extra, suddenly raised his hand slowly, and with the lifting of that hand, the situation changed, dark clouds rolled in the sky, thunder light wandered away, and the terrifying power of heaven enveloped the earth.

In the noisy and chaotic battlefield, no matter whether they paid attention to this place or not, no matter the human race or the blood race, they all clearly saw the big hand raised.

"Huh?" The heart of the old blood race who had just landed on the Soaring Dragon jumped suddenly, and somewhere in the dark, he felt an extremely ferocious aura rushing towards him from a certain direction.

He quickly looked up, and saw a very bizarre scene at a glance.

In the southeast direction, a streak of blood pierced through the air, cutting the sky with a long-lasting scar.

"What's that?" The old blood frowned, and looked over there with all his eyes, and his expression changed in shock the next moment.

He seemed to see a ferocious dragon shadow, and it rushed towards this side with its fangs and claws.

And the aura in the blood light is as if it came from the same source as the aura of Yanjia below.

Although the old blood race didn't quite understand what happened, they also knew that the blood-colored light must not be allowed to approach the battlefield, so they jumped up and rushed towards the blood-colored light. The sea of ​​blood, as if the sea of ​​blood had spirituality, surged towards the blood-colored light that swept over it, enveloping the blood-colored light in an instant.

This kind of secret technique of the blood race has a very strong corrosion on the spirituality of the spiritual weapon and the spiritual power of the monk's body. Spiritual power will definitely fall into his control, and then corrode it.

However, the next moment, a scream came from the sea of ​​blood...

(End of this chapter)