Humanity’s Great Sage

With a bang, the person who came did not dodge or dodge, and forcibly smashed the fire dragon into sparks, a black brilliance flashed faintly, and Faxiu, who was standing in mid-air, swayed slightly, and sprayed out from his neck. The blood fell headlong downwards.

And that black streamer was wrapped in thunder and rushed into the battle circle. Wherever it passed, there were continuous screams, broken limbs and broken flesh flying, turning the already chaotic and bloody battlefield into a Shura purgatory in an instant.

In the crowd, Lu Ye stared at the dancing black streamer. Although he didn't know who it was and couldn't see their movements clearly, the black streamer gave him a very friendly feeling.

It was an unreasonable intimacy.

Lu Ye looked down at his mark on the battlefield, and there was a slight heat coming from the mark, and the feeling of the same source came from the black streamer.

This is... from the Jade Blood Sect?

The Jade Blood Sect actually has disciples?

He didn't know the specific situation of Jade Blood Sect. Judging from the current situation, he always thought that he hadn't recruited disciples for 30 years, and the only teacher who was about to be removed was the head teacher.

But now it seems that this is not the case, Jade Blood Sect still has disciples, at least one more.

"Leave her alone, kill that Lu Ye!"

In the crowd, someone shouted.

As soon as the words fell, the black streamer had already swooped in front of him, and then the head flew high.

A series of spells fell from midair, most of which were fire spells, especially the mighty and powerful fire dragons, which twisted the air with their teeth and claws.

The black streamer wrapped in purple thunder flashed in front of Lu Ye and the others. He raised his hand and picked up a green leaf. The leaf immediately magnified and covered the heads of everyone.

Boom boom boom...

A Taoist spell fell and hit the leaf, but it couldn't break through the protection of the leaf. Lu Ye stared blankly at the figure standing in front of him.

The figure of this woman is extremely tall, and she is wearing a dress that does not fit well, which outlines her graceful figure with a great sense of beauty. The spiritual power in her body is surging along with the beating of the purple thunder, and she is rushing against the attacks of many spells. Lu Ye looked back and smiled: "Little brother? I'm your senior sister, Weiyang."

At this moment, the world paled.

Lu Ye hurriedly saluted: "I've met the elder sister!"

My senior sister is so fierce?

And it's beautiful and bubbling, with a good figure...

"I came late, mainly because the old man at home was too stubborn."

old man? Lu Ye was stunned for a moment before realizing that she was talking about the head teacher... and he didn't dare to answer.

At the same time, the Haotianmeng monks who were previously separated 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 by herself. If she wanted to protect Lu Ye comprehensively, she had to rely on the strength of other people.

That's why she let in the Haotianmeng monks from outside in the first place. Only when there are many people can Lu Ye be protected.

In an instant, the number of monks gathered around Lu Ye increased to as many as a hundred. These people huddled together while resisting magical attacks from all directions. Although they were safe for a while, they would eventually be exhausted.

"Everyone, protect my little brother!" Weiyang suddenly said.

Immediately, many people responded in one go: "But follow the instructions of the seniors!"

The attitude is extremely enthusiastic.

Weiyang had already killed it again, and the tall figure turned into a black streamer again. The monks who were still casting spells in mid-air all looked panicked when they saw this, and wanted to scatter away like a snake, but everyone Those who are targeted by her can hardly survive three breaths.

A figure screamed and fell from the air, followed by a second, a third...

The black streamer only rushed back and forth a few times, and there was no one in mid-air, and those who survived by chance pressed down on the escape light 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 quieted down, and all the fluctuations in spiritual power subsided. At some point in Weiyang's hands, he grabbed a huge war scythe of the same height, and there was a dark shadow on top of the scythe. The breath drifted out, giving people an extremely ominous feeling.

"Go away if you don't want to die!" Weiyang said lightly, and all the monks from Wanmo Ridge backed away wherever they looked.

However, one person stood up. There was a mark of flame on the forehead of that person, which seemed to be burning. He looked at Weiyang and said, "It's a real honor that the squabble between me and other juniors can alarm such an expert as senior, but Senior forcibly entered the Lingxi battlefield, and killed so many people, the taste of the soul-destroying divine thunder is not good, right? Now that the divine thunder has turned dark purple, how many more people can senior kill?"

Weiyang turned his head to look over, his figure suddenly turned into an afterimage, and he threw himself directly in front of the man, raised his hand and tapped on the man's chest, and he didn't know what method was used, the man's figure suddenly stiffened, with a huge war scythe Swinging down, the head with a startled expression on his face flew high.

After killing people, Weiyang stepped back in front of Lu Ye and snorted coldly: "The Sacred Fire Cult wants to be in the limelight? I can't kill many people, and killing three or five is probably the limit. Who wants to try?" ?”

"Senior, what's the point of bullying the small?" Someone yelled angrily in the crowd, his voice was erratic, and he didn't know what method he used, obviously he didn't want Weiyang to judge his position.

Weiyang followed the reputation: "Who is bullying the small with the big?"

"After all, this is a matter of the Lingxi battlefield. It is always unreasonable for seniors to force their way in. If all sects and sects are like seniors, then the Lingxi battlefield will be messed up?"

"If they dare, let them in and see if I can kill them!"

"It's just nonsense!" The speaker was very angry, and shouted again: "Everyone, she is now surrounded by the Soul Slayer God Thunder, and she can't kill many people. Don't be afraid of her. Let's go together, if she dares to attack again, she will definitely be killed by the God!" The thunder exploded."

"I found you!" Weiyang hooked his mouth, stretched out the scythe in his hand, and when he retracted it, there was a thin man on top of the scythe. The scythe pierced his chest and was lifted high , blood flowed down the wound, and the severe pain made him cry out.

All the cultivators of Wanmo Ridge were silent. No one could see how she made the move just now.

She looked up at the thin man, her eyebrows 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 skinny man struggled.

Weiyang waved the sickle casually in his hand, and the blood mist exploded in the sky.

She turned around and looked at Lu Ye: "Walking on the Lingxi battlefield in the future, if you meet people from the Holy Fire Cult and Jinyun Tower, don't talk nonsense to them, kill them first, and then talk about them. These two families have old grudges with us."

"Yes!" Lu Ye respectfully replied.

"By the way, there is also a Bailian Valley. People from the Sacred Fire Cult and Jinyun Tower have come, so there is no reason why they should not come to Bailian Valley. What about people?" She looked around, as if she wanted to find someone from Bailian Valley. , but with so many Wanmo Ridge cultivators gathered together, it is really hard to tell them apart.

Under that sharp gaze, a monk from Wanmo Ridge weakly said: "The people from Bailian Valley are blocked by Feng Yuechan..."

"Yuechan..." Weiyang's expression softened a bit, "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 objection?"

A member of the Sacred Fire Cult stepped out of the crowd, with a pious expression on his face: "If the fire in your heart is not extinguished, you will not be afraid of death!"

He stood not far from Weiyang, looking at her with a flat expression.

Wei Yang waved down the sickle in his hand, and the member of the Holy Fire Cult was instantly cut in two.

Another person came out and said in his mouth: "If the heart fire is not extinguished, there is no fear of death!"

Wei Yang struck again without any hesitation.

A third member of the Holy Fire Cult came out, shouting the same sentence.

Weiyang didn't make another move this time, she just showed her face and smiled, she raised her hand and pointed to the sky: "I won't kill you, someone will kill you!"

The sound of Qingyue's sword sounded suddenly, and when everyone looked in the direction she pointed, they saw streaks of sword light coming down from the sky, and the person from the Holy Fire Sect didn't make a sound , and was broken into two halves by Jian Guang.

The sword light subsided, and a long sword was imprinted in everyone's eyes, and it was inserted obliquely on the ground. A man with white hair and a red cloud coat with a white background stood lightly on the hilt with one hand behind his back. Like a piece of willow catkin, it swayed slightly with the shaking of the sword hilt.

Holding a wine gourd in the other hand, he raised his head and took a sip of the wine, belching: "It's late!"

"Li Baxian!" Someone yelled in horror.

In the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge camp, many monks were in commotion.

Even if they have never met Li Baxian, the monks hanging out on the Lingxi battlefield will not have never heard of his name, because this is the tenth strong man on the Lingxi list.

A mere tenth place is not enough to scare people, the main reason is that this guy reached the tenth place at the eighth level of Lingxi.

There are only one hundred people recorded in the entire Lingxi list, and these one hundred people are all ninth-level experts who have practiced heaven-level exercises.

There is only one exception, and that is Li Baxian who is ranked tenth!

It is difficult to count the number of ninth-layer realms who have practiced heaven-level exercises in the entire Lingxi battlefield, because all the sects of Kyushu are gathered here, and almost every day, some people are promoted to the ninth-layer realm, and some people break through their own shackles and advance to the cloud river realm. Some people were killed during the fight.

It can be said that the number of nine-level realms is difficult to count, because it changes at any time.

But no matter what, there are always people.

The Lingxi list is one out of a hundred, but anyone who is on the list is the strongest among the strong.

Li Baxian can occupy the tenth position with the cultivation of the eighth-level realm, partly because he fell from the ninth-level realm, so although he is a cultivation base of the eighth-level realm, he has the foundation of the ninth-level realm. Dong Shuye, whom Lu Ye had killed, was in a similar situation.

Before Feng Yuechan took the top spot in Lingxi, he was the number one in Lingxi.

It's just that because of an accident, the spirit aperture was broken, and the cultivation level dropped by one level.

Another reason is also the most important, he is a sword cultivator!