Humanity’s Great Sage

When Li Baxian broke his whereabouts, the young man knew that he had no way out, and the gestures he made were nothing more than to paralyze Li Baxian. With two scimitars in his hand, he put on a gesture: "Then come."

Lu Ye raised his hand and pressed it on the handle of the knife, holding it gently.

Li Baxian's voice rang in my ears: "Little brother, be careful yourself, this guy is a ghost cultivator, don't look at his current cultivation level of the eighth level, but in fact his real cultivation level is the seventh level of the heaven level , the spirit aperture has been opened to more than two hundred and forty. Of course, this position is suppressed and reconciled by heavenly secrets. The strength he can display is only at the ordinary eighth-level level, but his experience in killing enemies will not be suppressed. Strength and speed It is not comparable to the ordinary eighth-level, even if you can beat the ordinary eighth-level, you may not be his opponent."

"I know!"

Lu Ye responded, and when the words fell, the gravel flew under his feet, and he had already rushed towards the shady young man. He didn't care what Li Baxian thought about letting himself face such an opponent alone, but now the battle to defend Lingxi has come to an end. If there is such an opportunity to kill the enemy, you should cherish it.

Almost at the same time as Lu Ye made a movement, a stream of light shot towards Lu Ye in an instant.

The long knife was out of its sheath, and Lu Ye slashed it out. When the sparks splashed, Lu Ye felt a strong force rushing towards him, the tiger's mouth burst instantly, and the Panshan knife in his hand was bumped and lifted up.

Following this force, Lu Ye raised his long knife and sent the streamer that had been cut to his chest flying away.

The streamer was obviously a scimitar in the opponent's hand. The blow just now was just the power of the opponent's imperial weapon. The scimitar spun and flew into the air. However, a wound appeared on Lu Ye's chest, and blood flowed out. Injured by the strength of the machete.

Before he stabilized his figure, a figure blurred in front of his eyes, and the shady young man had already rushed forward, extremely fast!

Ghost cultivators are good at speed, not to mention that this is a ghost cultivator at the seventh level of the sky. The harmony and suppression of the heavenly secrets really makes him only able to display the strength of the eighth level, but even if it is suppressed, this speed is not unusual The eighth level of the world is comparable.

The other scimitar in the opponent's hand was already slashing head-on, Lu Ye raised the knife to block it, there was a clang, and his figure staggered back, at the same time, a strong wind hit the back of his head, but it was the one who was slashed by him and flew out. The scimitar came back again.

For Lu Ye, the way of the imperial weapon is simply incomprehensible.

Hua Ci looked nervous, and Li Baxian had already pinched a sword light. Although he asked Lu Ye to face this ghost cultivator, he would not really sit idly by. If Lu Ye was really in danger of his life, he would shot.

Seeing that the scimitar flying back was about to poke the back of Lu Ye's head, a spirit pattern suddenly appeared.

There was a clicking sound, and at the same time as the guard was shattered, Lu Ye's head sank downward, narrowly dodging the blow from the owl's head, a few broken hairs flew, and at the same time stabbed straight with the long knife in his hand, when the fiery red spiritual power clings, the sharp edge Spirit pattern blessing.

The ghost repaired sideways to avoid the blow, and the scimitar flipped in his hand like a living thing, cutting the flesh and blood on Lu Ye's arm at an unimaginable angle, and the blood flowed.

It took only three breaths to start the battle, and Lu Ye already had two wounds on his body. Although the injuries were not serious, it could be seen that the difference in strength between the two was not small. If the fight continued like this, Lu Ye's situation would only get worse.

Feng Yuechan glanced at Li Baxian leisurely, his eyes revealing his inquiry.

Li Baxian shook his head slowly. It's not time to intervene. The reason why he asked Lu Ye to deal with this ghost cultivator was mainly due to the rare opportunity. Although he had taught Lu Ye for twenty days in the Jade Blood Sect, it was still The senior brother taught the younger brother, even if he was ruthless and repeatedly injured Lu Ye, it was difficult for Lu Ye to truly experience the feeling of life and death, because both of them knew that Li Baxian couldn't really kill him.

But the situation is different now. Lu Ye is fighting against a monk from Wanmo Ridge. If he is not careful, he will really die.

As a military cultivator, if you can't get used to the feeling of walking on the edge of life and death, it will be difficult to break through yourself.

However, the current situation made Li Baxian hesitate secretly, wondering whether he had acted too hastily, the opponent chosen for Lu Ye was too strong, and the junior brother may still have a chance against an ordinary eighth-level opponent with his current strength. strenuous.

Fortunately, although Lu Ye was completely at a disadvantage, his fighting spirit remained unabated.

In the blink of an eye, the two fought against each other for several moves. Ghost Xiu was much stronger than Lu Ye in terms of speed and strength. Coupled with his ability to use imperial weapons, Lu Ye was really embarrassed.

He gradually became familiar with the opponent's rhythm. Although he couldn't restore the decline, he blocked the opponent's power of the imperial weapon several times with the guarding spirit pattern, and took advantage of the situation to fight back.

During the jingle fight, the ghost cultivator suddenly withdrew the scimitar that he flew towards.

Because he found that this well-known Jade Blood Sect monk in Jinguangding is really good, and his real strength is definitely beyond the sixth level. He thought that he could easily deal with the other party, and he had already made up his mind to take Lu Ye hostage. In exchange for their own way of life.

He didn't dare to delay any longer, Feng Yuechan and Li Baxian were staring at him, putting a lot of pressure on him.

In such a close-to-body fight, the power that the imperial weapon can exert is not great, it is better to retract it, with two scimitars in hand, the attack speed will suddenly increase a lot.

Lu Ye immediately fell into bad luck, and there were many scars on his body.

But as the number of scars increased, the speed and strength of his saber attacks also increased, and the spiritual power clinging to the saber became much stronger.

After a dozen or so breaths, Lu Ye slowly stabilized his position, and he was able to fight back and forth with the opponent.

The ghost cultivator was full of surprise, completely unable to understand how Lu Ye could have such a huge improvement in such a short period of time.

After more than ten breaths, he was shocked to find that in the competition of speed and strength, he actually started to fall into the disadvantaged!

When the spiritual weapons collided, not only would Lu Ye be injured, but scars gradually appeared on his body.

At this moment, the blade of the Panshan Dao was already bright red, as if it had been full of blood. If you observe so carefully, you will find a faint blood steaming around Lu Ye.

The ghost cultivator finally realized something was wrong, and exclaimed, "Blood treasure?"

The so-called blood treasure is a special kind of spiritual weapon. The blood sacrifice spirit pattern is branded on the spiritual weapon. After the owner is injured or actively donates his own blood, the power will become stronger. The more blood the blood treasure swallows, the more powerful it will be. bigger.

So seeing the change in the Panshan knife in Lu Ye's hand, Guixiu thought that this knife was a blood treasure, which was powerful, but once the power of the blood treasure was activated, it would do great harm to the user, because it It will devour blood continuously, and if one is not careful, it will dry up and die.

Therefore, in the practice world, blood treasures are not very popular, and ordinary monks will not use this kind of spiritual weapon.

Even the ghost cultivators could see that something was wrong with the Panshan Dao, and Li Baxian naturally saw it too, and his expression became serious. He just wanted Lu Ye to gain some experience in fighting powerful enemies. Who would have thought that his little brother would even The Blood Treasures are activated, this is not good, if the younger brother's foundation and vitality are damaged because of this, the second senior sister will definitely beat his head to pieces.

"It's not Blood Treasure, fourth senior brother don't worry." Hua Ci's voice sounded.

"What is that?" Li Baxian asked.

Hua Ci explained: "Lu Ye has mastered a kind of spirit pattern called blood staining, and what is mobilizing at this moment is probably the power of that spirit pattern." Before Mrs. Yun, Lu Ye had revealed the four ways he had mastered. The information about the spirit pattern, Hua Ci was there at the time, so he naturally remembered it.

"Blood-stained?" Li Baxian frowned. He didn't know much about the spirit pattern, and he couldn't calm down to study it, so he didn't know what the blood-stained spirit pattern was.

But as long as the knife is not a blood treasure, it will be fine.

There was a clanging sound, and the confrontation continued. Lu Ye was covered with scars all over his body, but the strange thing was that all the blood that flowed from the wounds turned into blood mist, without dripping at all.

If you take off Lu Ye's clothes at this moment, you can see a complex spirit pattern on his chest slowly turning. The spirit pattern is completely composed of blood, and the blood mist lingers around him, making his eyes change. Get scarlet.

The blood-stained spirit pattern is not blessed on the Panshan knife, but on his own body.

With the continuous atomization of his own blood, Lu Ye's knife became faster and faster, and his strength became stronger and stronger, which had already exceeded his own limit.

The situation was completely reversed. The Ghost Cultivator, who had had the upper hand at the moment, had no power to fight back but to parry Lu Ye's long knife.

After a moment of fierce fighting, the ghost Xiu was slashed in the chest by Lu Ye. There was a scream, and the ghost Xiu fell back a few steps. There was a huge cut on his chest, and blood flowed.

Looking up, he saw a pair of red eyes fluttering in front of him, and a long knife slashed down from the figure wrapped in blood mist like a violent storm.

He roared and set up his spirit weapon.

The sound of the blade cutting through flesh and blood was heard, Lu Ye held the knife in his hand, and the man had already dodged behind Guixiu, landed lightly, shook the blood on the Panshan knife, and put the knife back into its sheath.

The ghost behind him was stiff, maintaining a resisting posture, and then fell down hard, with blood flowing from his body.

The blood mist enveloping Lu Ye suddenly dissipated, revealing his body that had been covered by the blood mist. His body softened, and before he fell to the ground, Li Baxian supported him.

"I'm out of strength!" Lu Ye explained, and then his face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he lost too much blood.

Li Baxian's expression was complicated, and he held back for a long time before saying: "Little brother, you are too hardworking."

This kind of result was something he never expected. Even if Lu Ye said before that the eighth level could be killed, he only regarded it as a young man's arrogance, and he was ready to intervene in the battle at any time.

In the end, my little junior brother really killed him!

Single-handedly killed!

This is too fierce.

That is a heaven-level seventh-layer realm! Even if it is suppressed, it will not be worse than an ordinary ninth-level realm.

Li Baxian suddenly realized that he seemed to have underestimated this little junior.