Chapter 157 I Have Something to Say

This time, when Yan Xing heard that Li Baxian had left the Danxinmen station, he knew that the opportunity had come. He came here early, hid his body, and waited for Li Baxian.

He didn't care about the game between Wanmo Ridge and Haotian League. What he wanted to do was very simple, to kill Li Baxian and end the decades of grievances!

"I'll deal with him! You protect my junior brother." Wei Yang said.

Li Baxian shook his head: "Big sister, you know, I'm good at killing people, but I can't protect people. And... there are more than Yan Xing on the Lingxi list."

"You mean..." Wei Yang's face changed slightly. She was affected by the soul-destroying divine thunder, and her perception dropped significantly.

Li Baxian snorted coldly: "They are all hiding in the crowd to observe the situation. They all want to reap the benefits of the fisherman." His eyes flashed, "I will create an opportunity, and you take my junior brother away. Although the chance is not great, you have to try it."

"Be careful!" Wei Yang warned.

Li Baxian took the wine gourd and poured a mouthful of wine into his mouth. Instead of swallowing it, he spat it out in front of him. In an instant, more than ten sword lights rushed and swept wildly, and he himself was wrapped in a sword light and rushed towards Yan Xing.

Just as he made a move, Wei Yang also moved. A green leaf wrapped Lu Ye in it. She grabbed Lu Ye's collar and soared into the sky, obviously wanting to take advantage of the commotion caused by Li Baxian to take Lu Ye away from here.

Lu Ye was wrapped in the leaves and couldn't see what was happening outside. He only felt waves of spiritual power surging around him, and there were strong impacts from time to time.

With a muffled groan from Wei Yang, Lu Ye regained control of himself. He looked carefully and found that he was back to the original place. Obviously, Wei Yang failed to take him away smoothly.

Although Wei Yang was so majestic when he killed all the people just now, and killed those monks in Wanmo Ridge who had almost no power to fight back, in fact, the real strong ones didn't make a move. They all felt that Wei Yang was not easy to mess with and were waiting for an opportunity.

Anyway, Wei Yang forced his way into the Lingxi battlefield. The more people he killed, the worse his situation would be. As long as Wei Yang dared to kill two more people, Tianji's punishment would destroy Wei Yang's soul without them having to do anything.

At this moment, Wei Yang wanted to take Lu Ye away by force, and those people could not just sit back and watch. After they attacked together, Wei Yang had no choice but to retreat again. If he didn't retreat, Lu Ye would probably die.

Because of the actions of Li Baxian and Wei Yang, the originally calm Jinguangding was in chaos again. Many Haotian League monks were surrounded in the middle, struggling to resist the attacks from all directions.

Fortunately, Wei Yang and Li Baxian killed a lot of people from Wanmo Ridge just now, which greatly reduced the pressure on Haotian League. Otherwise, it would be very likely that they would not be able to stop it now.

Wei Yang did not attack again, but protected Lu Ye, waving the war sickle in his hand to block the attacks of magic and talismans.

With her, Lu Ye would not be in danger.

But she tried to take Lu Ye away many times, but every time she just flew up, she had to fall back. Under such intensive attacks, she might be able to survive, but Lu Ye could not resist anyway.

More monks from Haotian League and Wanmo Ridge rushed over. The news that Lu Ye was trapped in Jinguangding had spread long ago. The monks from the two camps around were rushing here. As time passed, the number of monks gathered here gradually exceeded thousands, and the number was still increasing.

With Jinguangding as the core, there were large and small battle circles in all directions. The monks from both sides fought each other, and the entire Jinguangding was completely turned into a meat-mincing pool.

Such battles lasted from day to night, and from night to day. The monks from both sides fell one after another, but fresh blood was replenished from outside.

More than a dozen strong men on the Lingxi list came, fighting each other, and the scene was tense for a while.

No one had ever thought that this siege against the disciples of the Blue Blood Sect would develop into this. Originally, in the plan of the Wanmo Ridge, Lu Ye of the Blue Blood Sect was only a fifth-level cultivator. As long as he found an opportunity, anyone with a little strength could kill him. If he was killed, Wanmo Ridge would win.

But the reaction of the Haotian League was unexpectedly tough. Under the protection of the Haotian League's strong men, Lu Ye walked all the way here.

Although he was trapped at the moment, as long as the people of the Haotian League were not all dead, it would be difficult for them to kill Lu Ye.

Riding a tiger is difficult to get off!

Since the existence of the Lingxi battlefield, the outer circle has never erupted in such a scale and such a tragic battle. At this time, neither Wanmo Ridge nor the Haotian League could easily stop, and too many people had died.

In the vortex of the fight, Lu Ye, who was protected by the crowd in the center, lowered his eyes and looked at his long sword. The powerlessness and anger in his heart became stronger and stronger.

This feeling of life and death not being controlled by oneself is really bad.

Weakness is indeed the greatest original sin.

No one cares if the weak shout at the top of their lungs, but the strong whisper deeply into people's hearts, so no matter what the game between the two camps is, even if it means death, you should choose a way to die yourself, instead of standing here stupidly, waiting for the outcome of this battle.

With a bang, a figure fell in front of Lu Ye. Li Baxian was beaten back, with wounds all over his body. There was a gap between the tenth and the second.

"That bastard is not feeling well either!" Although Li Baxian was in a mess, he did not lose the battle, and grinned at Lu Ye: "Don't worry, little junior brother, I will cut off his dog head right away!"

Having said this, he was about to stand up and fight again. As a sword cultivator, he was never afraid of fighting with people who were stronger than him. Although he was not Yan Xing's opponent now, he was sure that he would die with Yan Xing if they really had to fight to the death.

Lu Ye raised his hand and pressed his shoulder.

Li Baxian looked at Lu Ye in surprise.

"Enough!" Lu Ye said softly, "It's enough, senior brother."

"Hmm?"

"Stop it." Lu Ye smiled at him, then raised his head and looked at the chaotic battlefield. He took a deep breath, and with the surge of spiritual power, he shouted: "Stop it!"

Although he was only at the fifth level, this roar of spiritual power was like thunder and spread in all directions.

The two sides of the fierce battle suddenly heard such a shout, and many cultivators who were already struggling to continue immediately stopped and retreated. The first to stop were the cultivators near Lu Ye. This situation spread like a ripple, and the fights on the periphery slowly subsided. After thirty breaths, all the battles stopped, the chaotic battlefield became calm, and the chaotic spiritual power fluctuations gradually disappeared.

Pairs of eyes stared at Lu Ye from all directions. Until this moment, everyone knew that it was this guy who just shouted to stop.

"Junior brother?" Wei Yang, who had been protecting Lu Ye, looked at him puzzledly, and then looked at Li Baxian, who shook his head, indicating that he didn't know what the junior brother was going to do.

"I have something to say." Lu Ye said this to Wei Yang, and then looked around and said loudly: "I have something to say!"

This sentence was said to the many cultivators around.

"Although my cultivation is not high, since you all came for me, I think I am still qualified to say a few words. Do you have any objections?"

"Daoyou, please feel free to say it."

"Not bad, not bad, we have no objection!"

Immediately, a group of cultivators from the Haotian League echoed. Lu Ye interrupted the fight between the two sides at this time. Although it seemed abrupt, it made both sides feel relieved, because everyone could take this rare opportunity to rest. After a long battle, and a melee of this scale, most people could not bear it.

"Speak!" A cultivator from Wanmo Ridge spoke up. This person was one of the top 20 warriors on the Lingxi list and was born in a first-class sect. If Yan Xing didn't speak, his attitude would represent the entire Wanmo Ridge.

As for Yan Xing, this guy only had Li Baxian in his eyes, so he didn't care about other people.

Lu Ye nodded and said, "Half a year ago, I joined the Bixue Sect. On the way back to the sect, I was attacked and killed. The headmaster sent me to the Lingxi battlefield. To be honest, I didn't even know what the Bixue Sect looked like, who were in the sect, and the grievances of the previous generation of the sect. It was not until someone came to me that I realized that I had become the center of the struggle between the two camps. I, Lu Ye, am only a fifth-level realm. How can I have such power? But now that things have come to this, I am powerless to resist and can only accept it. You Wanmo Ridge want to kill me. I have been in danger all the way. Fortunately, I have been protected by many brothers and sisters of Haotian League. I, Lu Ye, have survived all the way here. Many people died, some died in front of me, and some died in places I couldn't see. I don't even know the names of those who died. Today, many people died here again. If we continue to fight, more people will die. Do you want to continue?"

No one answered.

"If we continue to fight like this, the casualties will only increase. Is this the situation you want to see?" Lu Ye asked again.

The Lingxi list expert who spoke earlier snorted coldly: "Then in your opinion, should we just let it go?"

"Of course not." Lu Ye shook his head, "So many people have died. I think neither Wanmo Ridge nor Haotian League will let it go. If you really let it go, you Wanmo Ridge will not be able to explain to your respective masters."

"You are a smart man." The man sneered, "If you really don't want to see so many people from Haotian League die for you, then commit suicide. As long as you die, this fight will naturally end!"

"That's right, die quickly, kid, you can't get away!"

"At least you can leave a whole body if you commit suicide. If you are hacked to death, it will be unrecognizable."

Many Wanmo Ridge monks shouted.

Wei Yang, who was standing next to Lu Ye, had a gloomy face. She almost couldn't help wanting to hack all those guys who were shouting to death.

Lu Ye shook his head slowly: "So many brothers and sisters from Haotian League have died because of me. If I die, how can they rest in peace if they know about it? Besides, I am so young, I don't want to die!"

"If you don't want to die, why are you talking so much nonsense?" The man's face was angry.

Lu Ye lowered his eyes and said slowly: "Although it feels good to be protected by others, as a cultivator, it is related to my own life, I should always take some responsibility!"

"It's a pity that my cultivation is not high, and I can't take too much." He slowly drew out the long sword at his waist and pointed directly at the Wanmo Ridge camp: "Lu Ye, a disciple of the Bixue Sect, is here to challenge the major sects of Wanmo Ridge. Those with the same cultivation level, if you want to kill me, just come and fight!"