Chapter 162: Afraid of Killing

The incense stick time was up soon, Lu Ye stood up and walked towards his own battlefield.

A tall man with a bare chest and thick hair on his chest was immediately greeted by Wanmo Ridge. What was more interesting was the pair of horns on his head.

This is a demon cultivator!

Many demon cultivators have a burly figure and vigorous blood, so they are very suitable for the path of physical cultivation. All major sects also like to recruit such demon cultivators. With a little polishing and training, they will become good disciples.

This demon cultivator also held a round shield the size of a washbasin in one hand. Looking at the spiritual light, it was known that this was a good spiritual weapon.

The response of Wanmo Ridge was very obvious. Since Lu Ye, a fifth-level cultivator, had strength and speed beyond the sixth-level realm, he would not let the soldiers go into battle. Because as a soldier cultivator, he could not match him in strength and speed. It was meaningless to have a higher level of cultivation. The few soldiers who had played before were the best examples.

Since the soldiers cannot be trained, the ghosts are few in number and not suitable for direct fighting, the only options are physical and magic training.

Lu Ye's offensiveness is indeed very strong. In this case, he should be dealt with with strong defense. Having seen Lu Ye's previous battles, Wanmo Ridge did not expect to take him down in a few battles, but he will always be unable to hold on. At that time, it is time for Wanmo Ridge to reap the fruits of victory.

"Bi Xue Zong, Lu Ye!" Lu Ye was polite as usual.

The demon cultivator stammered, not wanting to respond, but if he didn't respond, it seemed as if he was afraid of Lu Ye, so he hummed: "Bai Man Shan, Niu Meng!"

As soon as the voice fell, he raised the shield spirit weapon on his arm and urged the spiritual power to pour into it. The shield's protection expanded, forming a barrier covering a ten-foot radius in front of him.

His blood and qi began to boil, gathering spiritual power around him to form a second layer of protection, and he took a defensive posture.

This was the plan made by his senior brother when he was about to go on the field. He was good at resisting other people's attacks, but he was not good at attacking. His speed was not as fast as others, which was a flaw. So the senior brother told him to defend as soon as he went up. He didn't need to do too much. He just had to defend against the attack of the man from the Green Blood Sect, try to delay time, and consume the opponent's physical strength and energy.

He did it!

However, the expected attack did not come. He raised his eyes and looked forward through his spiritual weapon, but saw that Lu Ye did not rush up like in the previous battle, but stood quietly in place, looking at him lightly.

Niu Meng scratched his head and looked back at his senior brothers and sisters, obviously wanting to ask how to deal with this situation.

Those senior brothers and sisters were also a little dumbfounded. They didn't expect that Lu Ye, who was full of aggression and offensive before, would change his usual behavior this time.

An eighth-level cultivator who also had the characteristics of a demon cultivator said, "If he doesn't come over, you should kill him and force him to fight with you!"

Delaying time is obviously beneficial to Lu Ye. There is a three-day limit clause in the Tianji Contract, so the Wanmo Ridge party is unwilling to delay time no matter what. They would like to keep fighting with Lu Ye. If it weren't for Li Baxian's efforts, he would not be given the one-stick-of-incense time to rest after each battle.

"Oh!" Niu Meng responded, holding his spiritual weapon and rushing towards Lu Ye. Although the speed was not fast, the momentum was extremely amazing, giving people a feeling of hitting a wall.

After entering the Lingxi battlefield for so long, Lu Ye still encountered this kind of opponent who protected himself tightly before the battle. He didn't rush over at the first time, but was just looking for the opponent's flaws, but after looking around, it seemed that there was no flaw that could be exploited.

Seeing that the opponent had already rushed over, he could only take action, and the distance between them quickly narrowed. When it was almost time, Niu Meng's arm was slightly retracted, and then pushed out violently.

At that moment, the spiritual barrier that expanded from the shield spiritual weapon on his arm actually expanded outward, as if there was really a wall crashing towards Lu Ye!

If this hit, Lu Ye would be dizzy for a while, not to mention broken bones and tendons.

Fortunately, Lu Ye realized that something was wrong and jumped up, passing over Niu Meng's head, and in mid-air, he chopped at his head with a knife.

Niu Meng raised his hand and blocked the attack with the protective power of the spiritual weapon. Before he turned around, there was a sound of a long knife breaking through the air behind him.

The knife flashed, and Niu Meng felt that his body-protecting spiritual power and blood power were directly cut open. Pain came from behind, and he hurriedly turned around and punched.

However, Lu Ye had already dodged and retreated, and the punch hit nothing.

The instantaneous confrontation ended with a knife wound on the back of this demon cultivator named Niu Meng.

"It hurts!" Heat gushed out of Niu Meng's nose, and his eyeballs were a little red. The severe pain filled his already dull mind with anger, and he just wanted to smash the enemy in front of him!

This is the bad thing about demon cultivation. When the cultivation is not high, the intelligence is not very high, and it is easy to be affected by the instinct of the beast. This situation will generally not improve until reaching the Yunhe realm.

Thinking of this, he reached out and grabbed Lu Ye, and the big hand like a palm fan opened, almost completely blocking Lu Ye's vision.

Lu Ye lowered his body, slid under his armpit, and came behind him again, the same position, the same knife chopped down!

Niu Meng staggered, blood flowed from his back, dyeing the ground blood red.

He turned around again, wanting to fight again, but another thunderous voice came out: "Give up!" It was the senior brother of the eighth level who couldn't stand it anymore. He knew that if he continued to fight, his junior brother Niu Meng would definitely die. He rushed out when he shouted, grabbed Niu Meng's horns and dragged him back to the crowd.

Niu Meng looked confused...

Lu Ye didn't chase him. He felt that his opponent this time was a bit stupid, but the demon cultivator was really powerful. He didn't die after being hit by two swords like him. You know, each sword was blessed with sharp spiritual patterns. The general sixth level would have been split in half, but Niu Meng was seriously injured, but his life was definitely not in danger.

This made him realize that if he was an enemy of a demon cultivator in the future, he must cut more swords.

"Junior brother, do you need to rest?" Li Baxian asked with concern.

"No need!" Lu Ye shook his head and looked at the Wanmo Ridge camp.

Another sturdy physical cultivator stepped up with a tragic look.

Twenty breaths later, this body cultivator fell in a pool of blood, with blood gushing from the huge wound on his neck, and his body twitching...

Although this guy is also a body cultivator, he does not have the strong physique that Niu Meng was born with, and he did not escape death.

Fight after fight, unless Lu Ye needs to rest, otherwise every time a battle ends, there will be a new challenger from the Wanmo Ridge.

The Wanmo Ridge originally planned to use body cultivators to consume Lu Ye's physical strength and energy, but after a few battles, they helplessly found that this idea was good, but it could not be implemented at all, because even body cultivators could not withstand Lu Ye's slash!

The spiritual weapon in the hands of this disciple of the Bixue Sect is too sharp!

The protection and physique that body cultivators rely on for survival are simply too fragile in front of his long sword. This was verified after Lu Ye smashed a body cultivator's defensive spiritual weapon with three swords!

That was a defensive spiritual weapon, even if it was only of low quality, it was still a defensive spiritual weapon. It was chopped into pieces with three swords. If it wasn't seen with one's own eyes, no one would dare to believe it.

The Wanmo Ridge side tried to send out several magic cultivators in succession, but the situation was even worse. Because of the venue restrictions, the magic cultivators could only be at most 20 feet away from Lu Ye.

At a distance of 20 feet, with Lu Ye's current full-strength burst speed, he could rush over in three breaths. It is conceivable what the fate of a magic cultivator would be after being approached by a soldier cultivator.

As night fell, the cultivators of the Haotian League talked loudly, and some even cooked wine and played the piano, which was extremely lively.

On the other hand, the gloomy atmosphere on the Wanmo Ridge side was like the mist on a cloudy day, covering them. The expressions of the Wanmo Ridge cultivators were ugly, as if their parents had died.

There was no other reason. Lu Ye had been waiting on the ring for half an hour, but no one came up to fight!

Throughout the day, more than a dozen people have been killed by Lu Ye. The best of the sixth-level cultivators did not last more than 30 breaths in front of Lu Ye. Most of them were killed by a few slashes. If they didn't die, they would be injured. If they shouted quickly, they could give up and save their lives, but if they shouted slowly, they could only lie dead on the spot.

In short, the people of Wanmo Ridge were afraid of being killed!

No one dared to go up and fight easily, even if the person standing there was a living treasure.

And with the victory of one battle after another, Lu Ye himself also had some wonderful changes. The blood and murderous aura gathered around him, forming an indescribable momentum, which seemed to be the manifestation of his own beliefs, moving forward and invincible!

"Brother Li, if your little brother doesn't die this time, he will definitely have a bright future in the future." A strong man on the Lingxi list in the Haotian League said beside Li Baxian.

Li Baxian's mouth was almost cracked to his ears, and he laughed: "My little brother, that's natural."

"Brother Li, you know what I mean."

Li Baxian's eyes flashed, but he didn't answer. This was not easy to answer.

"Invincible posture, blessed by heaven!" Li Baxian did not respond, but someone next to him spoke up. It was another Lingxi list expert, who obviously saw something.

Li Baxian smiled lightly: "It's too early to say this now."

"There are already signs." The man shook his head slowly.

Blessing by heaven's secrets, this is a legendary thing. In Jiuzhou, in the Lingxi battlefield, heaven's secrets are everywhere. It is said that those who have an invincible posture can be blessed by heaven's secrets and be reborn.

Invincible posture is a saying, a momentum, and even a belief. If you want to form this belief, you need to accumulate it in one fight after another. When it accumulates to a limit, you can attract heaven's secrets and get its blessing.

But from ancient times to the present, there are so many cultivators in Jiuzhou, but there are very few who are blessed by heaven's secrets. The last one who was blessed by heaven's secrets was decades ago.

And the person who was blessed by heaven's secrets was called Feng Wujiang!

Coincidentally, this person was also a disciple of the Bixue Sect back then.