Chapter 164: The fangs are broken?

, they will naturally be able to succeed.just when they thought so, Lu Ye's figure suddenly fell downwards and disappeared in a flash.when these people arrived at the place, they looked down and saw a...in the blood-stained ring, Lu Ye looked up, and the cat demon on the opposite side lay low, pressing one hand on the ground and the other toward her mouth. She had a sharp claw cover on each of her hands. She licked the blood on the paw cover, and there was a strange light in her eyes, and she gave a gentle meow, as if provocative.

there was a faint smile in the corner of her mouth. She had seen the failure of Lu Ye and saw the victory waving to her.

smooth figure, sharp claws, she is not what cat, this is simply a cheetah.

the figure lying on the ground suddenly swept, turned sharply when it was near, Lu Ye's eyes turned, saw the side, and when he got up, he stabbed straight!

the shrill sound of friction sounded, the fire splashed everywhere, the figure of the cat demon was revealed, and the tip of the knife was pierced against her cheek, and the sharp blade left a small wound on her bright face, but she was smiling, for now she had fastened Lu Ye's long knife with her paws!

Lu Ye wanted to draw a knife, but failed to pull it back.

the claw cover of the cat demon on the other hand immediately waved off, and the light flashed on the claw cover.

with a click, the long sword that accompanied Lu Ye for months broke, leaving only half of the blade.

this spiritual weapon is still what he got when he killed the Baijing monk in Qingyun Mountain. Among them, there is only a prohibition on strengthening the body of the sword, which is regarded as the worst kind of spiritual artifact. The Baijing friar is not high and can not afford to use a very good one.

but even if the quality is not high, this long sword does unimaginable damage on Lu Ye's hand, because he can add sharp tattoos to this long knife.

along the way, at least 50 or 60 monks have died under this knife, and if you include this wheel battle, it has already broken a hundred.

Today, the long knife that accompanied Lu Ye all the way has been cut off!

many monks on one side of Hao Tian League all change color, and the spiritual instruments in the hands of monks are broken, and their strength is bound to be damaged, especially for Lu Ye, the reason why he was able to kill so many six layers is on the one hand, and this spiritual weapon also plays an important role.

on the other hand, on the Wanmaoling side, they all took a long breath, especially the strong ones on the Lingxi list, all smiling.

steady!

both Hao Tian Meng and Wan Mu Ling think that the long knife in Lu Ye's hand is a spiritual weapon of excellent quality, and the fact that the six-tier monks who are engaged in battle have been cut down defenselessly is the best proof that this spiritual sword is Lu Ye's fangs!

so the Wanmaoling side has been trying to cut off this tusk. As long as the tusk is broken, the Wanmaoling side will be in an invincible position. The monks who appeared before will often choose to attack Lu Ye, not because they think they can beat Lu Ye, but because they are trying to destroy the sword in Lu Ye's hands!

it is a pity that no one has been successful. Until now, the cat demon lived up to expectations and broke the knife stained with the blood of Monster Ridge by virtue of his swift speed and two claw covers.

the fangs are broken, and this disciple of the Bixue sect, called Lu Ye, can no longer have room for resistance.

the moment the long knife broke, the cat demon excitedly slaughtered the land leaf, and her two sparkling eyes were full of excitement. She seemed to see a large number of rewards waving to her, and she also saw Lu Ye waving the broken knife at her!

before the change, she certainly had to avoid such a knife. After all, she was good at speed, but her own defense was not good. It certainly didn't come to a good end when she was cut by Lu Ye.

but now instead of dodging, she bumped into Lu Ye's bosom and pulled out the claw cover on her right hand straight to the heart of Lu Ye.

puff.

Blood spattered, the cat demon's paw cover poked into the heart of Lu Ye, but she froze in place, raised her head and looked at Lu Ye, her face puzzled: "how did you."

Lu Ye kicked out and kicked the cat demon in front of her. Still in midair, she raised her hand to cover her throat. When she staggered to the ground, a large amount of blood flowed out of her hands, and there was blood in her mouth and nose. She seemed to want to say something, but could not say it. She struggled for a moment, and the color in her eyes quickly faded.

Lu Ye raised her hand to cover her chest, took a deep breath and sensed that the injury was not serious and did not touch her heart.

at that moment, he had the opportunity to urge the Imperial Guard to resist the psionic tattoo, but now he has less and less psionic power, and as he swallows the elixir, his psionic power becomes more and more obscure, so he will try his best to save psionic power, so it doesn't matter if he would rather suffer minor injuries.

in the midst of silence, he walked to the front of the Haotian League camp with a broken knife, sat down cross-knee, took out the healing powder from the storage bag and smeared it on his chest.

without looking at him, he clenched his fists and tried to resist the impulse to go up and bandage him.

"idiot!" On the side of Wanmaoling, a strong man on the list of Lingxi gritted his teeth and scolded that it was absolutely the closest step to victory for the weapons of Luye. At that time, the cat demon only needed to be more vigilant and had a great chance to kill Luye. However, this guy was so smug that he was killed with a knife in his throat, and his death was unknown and stupid.

the 40th battle is over, there are still three games left, and it is already dawn!

however, it doesn't matter. Lu Ye's long knife is broken, his strength must be greatly weakened, and he can be taken down in the last three battles anyway.

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several of the best people in Lingxi looked at each other and took a long breath.

before signing the contract with Li Baxian that day, none of them thought that the situation would develop like this. Everyone thought that under such a wheel battle, Lu Ye could not withstand ten wheels, no matter how fierce he was.

but now it's more than ten rounds, it's already forty rounds!

at this point, they were most grateful for the information provided by Han Zhayue. Otherwise, if they had unknowingly agreed to his challenge to fellow initiates, they would have killed 43 clans long ago. That is the biggest joke of Wanmaoling.

in front of the ring, three Monkey Ridge monks look at me, I look at you, these are the last three warriors of the clan, one of them is sacred fire, the shape of a scorching sun on their forehead seems to be burning, this is the sign of their sacred flame, and two disciples from two or three patriarchal families.

they will be ranked last, of course, it has something to do with their origins, those who played before, the clan behind them are not as strong, so they are in front of the list.

the first forty have paved the throne leading to victory with blood and death, and no matter who goes to battle next, they have a good chance of picking the fruits of victory.

it's not just about rewards, it's about their own future, so all three want to play next.

however, after all, Holy Fire Religion is only four grades, which is still worse than the other two. After a little hesitation, it takes the initiative to take a step back, which obviously means to give up the opportunity to the other two.

"Brother Hu Ping, what do you say" One person opened his mouth, eager to try in his eyes.

"Brother Zi'an has given me a difficult problem. If I say I go first, you certainly won't agree, but if I let you go first, I won't like it either." Hu Ping lowered his voice. "at this juncture, it's impossible for us to win or lose first."

"Yes, but there has to be a priority." Zi an nodded.

"how about this let him choose. He will be whoever he chooses!"

"well... Very good! "

after a simple discussion, the two stood in place and waited, looking at the adjusting Lu Ye in the ring as if they were looking at a dead man.

close to Hao Tian Meng, Lu Ye silently senses his own state, which is very bad. Even if he has a little time to trim, his psychic power can not be restored much. After a series of battles, he now has only about 30% of his spiritual power left.

although there are many injuries on his body, it doesn't matter. The kind of healing powder that Huaci dispensed to him has an excellent effect on trauma, but the symptoms of blood loss still make him feel top-heavy.

he doesn't know how many people he has killed, let alone how many games he has to play, but he knows that if there is a fight, he has to stand out.

this is his own choice. As he said before, he is not afraid of death, but he does not want to wait for it.

the incense candles on one side are burnt out, and it's time to trim.

Lu Ye stood up with a broken knife and walked forward step by step.

Weiyang opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it.

she wanted to tell Lu Ye that she only needed to win three more games, but she was afraid that her words would affect Lu Ye's state, and sometimes knowing the future trend might not be a good thing.

on the top of the golden light, there are more than five thousand people gathered here by the two camps of monks. When Lu Ye was trimming, there was still the sound of people talking, and the scene was in a mess, but when he came out, the whole world was quiet.

thousands of pairs of eyes watched, and even the monks on the other side of the Monster Ridge lost their previous contempt and mockery, and everyone looked at him with great dignity.

A five-tier monk has not lost a single defeat in 40 games of Lien Chan. Such a proud record does not allow anyone to blaspheme, and even the monks of the opposing camp will give enough respect.

it can be predicted that for a long time in the future, the figure carrying a broken knife step by step into the blood-cast ring will be the nightmare of many Monster Ridge monks.

in the ring, Lu Ye stood still and the mountain wind roared in.

on the other side of Magic Ridge, two figures stood out, and the next moment, thousands of pairs of fierce eyes of Haotian League stared at the past, including the strong ones on the list of Lingxi, and the opportunity began to surge in an instant.

the two monks of Monkey Ridge were almost scared back. How awful.

the bossy ping knew something bad and hastened to explain: "it's not two against one, it's just that this Ye Daoyou chooses his own opponent."

Zi an nodded again and again, saying that they disdain to do such a tasteless thing as two against one.

Lu Ye raised her broken knife and pointed to Hu Ping, looking calm: "that's you."

Hu Ping raised his eyebrow and was pleasantly surprised.

Zi'an returned it reluctantly.

Hu Ping took a breath and was about to report to Lu Ye when he heard a sound from his ear. He could see that the soil on the other side of the land leaf was covered with blood, and the whole man was culling at him like an arrow from the string.

Hu Ping was shocked. This guy always reported himself. How come he didn't even have a chance to say a word this time what kind of madness is this to escape, but the sense of crisis in his heart did not become weaker because he was far away from the battlefield, but became stronger and stronger. He was cold all over, and it was the trembling of...