Chapter 155 I Am Your Senior Sister

With a bang, the person who came did not dodge, but forcefully knocked the fire dragon into sparks all over the sky. There was a faint flash of black brilliance. The body of Fa Xiu, who was standing in the air, shook slightly, and sprayed out from his neck. Blood fell headfirst downwards.

And the black stream of light has wrapped in thunder and rushed into the battle circle. Wherever it passed, screams continued, broken limbs and pieces of meat flew, turning the already chaotic and bloody battlefield into a Shura purgatory.

In the crowd, Lu Ye stared at the dancing black light. Although he didn't know who was coming and couldn't see their movements clearly, the black light gave him an extremely friendly feeling.

It was an unreasonable intimacy.

Lu Ye lowered his head and looked at his battlefield mark. There was a slight warmth coming from the mark, and a feeling of coming from the same source came from the black stream of light.

Is this... someone from the Jade Blood Sect?

The Jade Blood Sect actually has disciples?

He didn't know the specific situation of the Blue Blood Sect. Judging from the current situation, he had always thought that the sect had not accepted any disciples for thirty years and was about to be expelled. Apart from him, he was the only one left with the headmaster.

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

"Leave her alone and kill Lu Ye!"

Someone in the crowd shouted loudly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the black stream of light had already rushed in front of him, and then the head flew high into the air.

A series of magic spells fell from mid-air, most of which were fire spells, especially the powerful and ferocious fire dragons, which opened their teeth and claws and twisted the air.

A black stream of light wrapped in purple thunder flashed in front of Lu Ye and others. He raised his hand and picked up a green leaf. The leaf immediately enlarged and blocked everyone's heads.

Boom boom boom...

The spells fell down one after another and hit the leaves, but they could not break through the protection of the leaves. Lu Ye stared blankly at the figure blocking him.

This woman is extremely tall. She is wearing a piece of clothing that does not fit well, which outlines her graceful figure in a very beautiful way. The spiritual energy around her body surges wildly with the beating of the purple thunder, and she withstands the attacks of many spells. Lu Ye looked back and smiled: "Junior brother? I am your senior sister, Weiyang."

At this moment, the sky and the earth were pale.

Lu Ye saluted quickly: "I've met Senior Sister!"

Is my senior sister so fierce?

Moreover, she is so beautiful and has a good figure...

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

Old man? Lu Ye was startled for a moment before he realized that she was talking about the headmaster...and he didn't dare to answer the question.

At the same time, the Haotian Alliance monks who had been separated before 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 from the trouble by herself. If she wanted to protect Lu Ye, she would have to borrow the power of others.

This was the reason why she immediately let in the Haotian League monks from outside. Only with a large number of people could Lu Ye be protected.

In an instant, the number of monks gathered around Lu Ye increased to a hundred. These people hugged each other while resisting attacks from all directions. Although they were safe for a while, they eventually ran out of strength.

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

Immediately, many people responded: "But it depends on the orders of the seniors!"

The attitude is extremely enthusiastic.

Weiyang had already killed him again, and his tall figure turned into a stream of black light again. The monks from Ten Thousand Demon Ridge who were still casting spells in mid-air all looked panicked when they saw this, wanting to disperse as if avoiding snakes and scorpions, but ordinary people Those targeted by her would not survive more than three breaths.

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

The black stream of light only rushed back and forth a few times, and no one was seen in the air anymore. Those who were lucky enough to survive all pressed the light escape button 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 became quiet, and all the spiritual energy fluctuations calmed down. Weiyang grabbed a huge war scythe of the same height in his hand at some point, and there was a continuous black light above the war scythe. The breath wafts out, giving people an extremely ominous feeling.

"Anyone who doesn't want to die, get out of here!" Weiyang said faintly. Wherever he looked, all the monks from Wan Mo Ridge stepped back.

However, one person stood up. The mark of a blazing flame on that person's forehead seemed to be burning. He looked at Weiyang and said, "It's a great honor that the fight between juniors like me can disturb an expert like senior. It's just that Senior forced his way into the Lingxi battlefield and killed so many people. Isn't it a good feeling to have the soul-destroying divine thunder? Now that the divine thunder has turned dark purple, how many more people can senior kill?"

Weiyang turned his head and looked over, and his figure suddenly turned into an afterimage. He rushed directly in front of the man, raised his hand and touched the man's chest. He didn't know what method was used. The man's figure suddenly stiffened, and the huge battle scythe With a wave, the head flew high with a stunned expression on his face.

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

"Senior, what ability can you get by bullying the small?" Someone in the crowd said angrily, his voice was erratic, and he didn't know what method he used. Obviously he didn't want Weiyang to judge his position.

Weiyang Xunxun asked: "Who is bullying the small?"

"After all, this is a matter of the Lingxi battlefield. It is not justifiable for the senior to force his way in. If all the sects and schools are like the senior, wouldn't the Lingxi battlefield be in chaos?"

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

"It's just nonsense!" The person who spoke was very angry, and he clamored again: "Everyone, she is now entangled in the soul-destroying divine thunder, and she can't kill many people. Don't be afraid of her. Everyone, come together. If she dares to attack again, she will be destroyed by the divine thunder."

"I found you!" Wei Yang curled his lips, stretched out the war sickle in his hand, and when he retracted it, there was a thin man on the war sickle. The war sickle pierced his chest and was held high. Blood flowed down the wound, and the severe pain made him scream.

Many monks in Wanmo Ridge were silent. No one saw how she attacked just now.

She looked up at the thin man, frowning: "People from Jinyun Tower? Decades have passed, and you still haven't made any progress. You like to hide in the dark and sow discord."

"It's not me!" The thin man struggled.

Wei Yang waved the scythe in his hand, and blood mist exploded in the sky.

She turned around and looked at Lu Ye: "In the future, when walking on the Lingxi battlefield, if you meet people from the Holy Fire Sect and Jinyun Tower, don't waste time talking to them, just kill them first. These two families have a grudge against us."

"Yes!" Lu Ye responded respectfully.

"By the way, there is also a Bailian Valley. People from the Holy Fire Sect and Jinyun Tower are here, so there is no reason for Bailian Valley not to come. Where are the people?" She looked around, as if she wanted to find someone from Bailian Valley to kill, but so many monks from Wanmo Ridge gathered together that it was really hard to tell them apart.

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

"Yuechan..." Wei Yang's expression softened a little, "The little girl has grown up."

She waved the war sickle, raised it in her hand, and said loudly: "I want to take my junior brother away, who has any objection?"

A person from the Holy Fire Sect stepped out of the crowd, with a pious and sad look: "If the heart fire is not extinguished, there is nothing to fear about death!"

He stood not far from Wei Yang, looking at her with a calm expression.

Wei Yang swung the war sickle in his hand, and the person from the Holy Fire Sect was immediately cut into two pieces.

Another person walked out, chanting: "If the heart fire is not extinguished, there is nothing to fear about death!"

Wei Yang made another move without any hesitation.

The third person from the Holy Fire Sect walked out, shouting the same sentence.

Wei Yang did not attack again this time, but smiled. She raised her hand and pointed to the sky: "If I don't kill you, someone else will!"

The clear sound of a sword suddenly sounded. When everyone looked in the direction she pointed, they saw a sword light like a thread coming from the sky and directly slashing down. The man from the Holy Fire Sect didn't even make a sound before being cut in half by the sword light.

The sword light converged, and a long sword came into everyone's eyes, inserted diagonally into the ground. A man with white hair and wearing a long robe with a white background and red clouds stood lightly on the hilt with one hand behind his back, like a piece of catkins, shaking his body gently with the shaking of the hilt.

He held a wine gourd in his other hand, raised his head and took a sip of wine, and burped: "It's too late!"

"Li Baxian!" Someone shouted in fear.

In the Wanmo Ridge camp, many cultivators were in a commotion.

Even if they have never seen Li Baxian, cultivators who hang out in the Lingxi battlefield will not have not heard of his name, because he is the tenth strongest person on the Lingxi list.

The simple tenth place is not enough to scare people, mainly because this guy made it to the tenth place with the cultivation of the eighth level of Lingxi.

The entire Lingxi list only records 100 people, and all of these 100 people are ninth-level strongmen who have practiced heaven-level exercises.

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

It is difficult to count the number of ninth-level people who have practiced heaven-level exercises in the entire Lingxi battlefield, because all the sects in Jiuzhou gather here. Almost every day, someone is promoted to the ninth level, and some break through their own shackles and advance to the Yunhe level, and some are killed in the battle.

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

But no matter what, there are always tens of thousands of people.

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

Li Baxian was able to occupy the tenth position with the eighth level of cultivation, partly because he fell from the ninth level, so although he was at the eighth level, he had the foundation of the ninth level, similar to the situation of Dong Shuye who Lu Ye had killed.

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

It was just that because of an accident, his spiritual orifice was broken and his cultivation fell by one level.

Another reason, which was also the most important, was that he was a sword cultivator!