Chapter 163: Thirty-Two Rounds

The experts on the Lingxi list all have some vision, so they can naturally see something.

This time, Lu Ye took the initiative to challenge the major sects of Wanmo Ridge. Although he was forced to do so, it was actually an opportunity to accumulate invincibility.

But he himself didn't know this.

Of course, if you want to accumulate, you must survive first.

Don't think that Lu Ye killed Wanmo Ridge in the daytime, and no one dared to fight him now, but in fact the situation has not improved much for him, and it has even worsened.

Because of the daytime battle, Wanmo Ridge has basically figured out Lu Ye's background, so they can target him better.

No one went up at this moment because there were some disputes and disagreements between the major sects in Wanmo Ridge, and several experts on the Lingxi list were mediating.

Finally, it was the top 20 who spoke: "Then it is decided. No matter who kills Lu Ye, the reward will be 20% of the reward, and the rest will be divided equally among the sects that have contributed. Do you have any objections?"

When he said this, he looked coldly at the managers of the various forces around him.

The disagreements and disputes on the Wanmo Ridge side are mainly about the rewards after killing Lu Ye. Everyone saw the battle during the day. Few people survived, and each sect could only fight once. If the disciples sent out died, they would not have the chance to get rewards.

This led to everyone wanting to get in line and take advantage...

If this problem is not solved, it will be difficult for the Wanmo Ridge side to work together. After all, the number of rewards added up is too much, and anyone who sees it will be jealous, and no one wants to be a stepping stone for others.

The decision that the person who killed Lu Ye will take 20% of the reward, and the rest will be divided equally among the sects that have contributed, was supported by everyone.

In this way, even if their own disciples failed to kill Lu Ye, as long as they contributed, they can get the benefits.

"If there is no objection, then arrange your own people and find a way to cut off his fangs. Those who cut off his fangs will get an extra 10% afterwards!" The strong man said coldly.

The strength shown by Lu Ye has made Wanmo Ridge give up the plan to take his life in a certain battle. This is unrealistic. Although he is a fifth-level cultivator, he is much stronger than the average sixth-level cultivator. Unless there is a seventh-level cultivator, it is impossible to be his opponent. Therefore, Wanmo Ridge divides the matter of killing Lu Ye into two steps.

After a while, Lu Ye, who was sitting cross-legged on the ring and eating jerky in big mouthfuls, slowly stood up and swallowed the jerky in his mouth.

Eating is to replenish physical strength and to refine essence into qi. The consumption of spiritual power cannot be completely replenished by elixir. The talent tree has lost the effect of burning elixir poison. Taking too many elixir will make his spiritual power obscure and affect his own combat effectiveness.

Now his spiritual power is not as pure as before, because he has taken a lot of elixir during this escape.

Although the effect of refining essence into qi is much worse, it is better than nothing, and with the auxiliary practice of gluttonous meal, he can digest things very quickly.

Another person jumped out from the side of Wanmo Ridge. Lu Ye looked carefully and saw that it was a soldier cultivator holding a long spear.

As usual, he exchanged his family with the opponent, and the opponent rushed towards him, with the long spear in his hand flashing with spiritual light, and the spear flowers attacked Lu Ye's vital parts.

After dozens of breaths, the soldier cultivator was chopped to the ground...

Lu Ye did not fight continuously, because he found that the effect of establishing prestige during the day was not obvious, so he simply did not waste this energy. The guys who jumped out of Wanmo Ridge did not seem to be afraid of death.

This may be related to the special environment of Lingxi battlefield. The two major camps in this place have been fighting for many years. Every cultivator who has grown to the sixth level has come out by killing, and fighting with the enemy for life and death is commonplace for them.

Thinking back to the monks of Wanmo Ridge that he had killed before, it seemed that few people would beg him for mercy before they died. Most of them would make harsh words before they died. For example, Dong Shuye would say before he died that he was waiting for Lu Ye on the road to the underworld, although it was useless...

Because everyone knows that if you are defeated by a monk from the enemy camp and cannot escape, begging for mercy is useless.

This has created a kind of ruthlessness among the monks of Jiuzhou that "does not care about life and death, and will fight if you don't accept it", and this situation is more obvious with higher cultivation.

Recuperate, kill the enemy, recuperate again, and kill the enemy again...

Over and over again, one living life after another jumped up, most of them turned into corpses, and only a few people escaped.

The sky gradually brightened, and the losses of Wanmo Ridge continued to expand, but this did not seem to have much impact on the latecomers. They would also be afraid if they jumped up, but this could not hinder their determination to fight.

Another night fell.

There was blood everywhere on the ground of the ring, and the pungent smell of blood filled the air, as thick as if it could not be dissolved.

Near the direction of the Haotian League camp, Lu Ye sat cross-legged, holding a spiritual stone in each hand, with some dried meat in his mouth, his head lowered, taking a nap.

After fighting for two days and one night, he was already very tired, so now he had to rest after each battle and take this rare opportunity to take a short nap.

As for recovery... Taogui Can was running autonomously, so he didn't need to worry about it after swallowing a spiritual pill.

Wei Yang looked at him with distressed eyes. After such a long battle, Lu Ye was inevitably injured. If it was normal, Wei Yang could easily deal with these injuries, but because of the constraints of the Tianji Contract, Lu Ye could not rely on any external force, and even those wounds were bandaged by himself.

His clothes had long been stained with blood and thrown away. The upper body of the Red Man was wrapped in some cotton cloth, and the wounds were covered with healing powder prepared by Hua Ci.

"How many games?" Someone asked Li Baxian.

Li Baxian moved his dry lips: "Thirty-two games!"

"Thirty-two games!" The man who asked the question took a breath and looked at Lu Ye with his head lowered in front of him with a complicated expression. What an amazing record.

You have to know that these are thirty-two cross-level battles. According to the current frequency, it should be possible to fight forty games after dawn!

When the two parties signed the Tianji Contract before, only forty-three sects left their names on the Tianji Contract.

No one thought that Lu Ye could fight forty-three games, even Li Baxian had not thought about it. He thought that Lu Ye could win if he could survive the three-day limit.

What Li Baxian could not think of, the Wanmo Ridge side naturally could not think of, what kind of person could fight forty-three cross-level battles without losing? This kind of thing has never happened in the Jiuzhou cultivation world. In the eyes of the Wanmo Ridge masters who led this matter, Lu Ye was doomed.

But everyone underestimated Lu Ye's killing speed. Those six-layer realm masters who took part in the battle were often chopped down by Lu Ye in a very short time.

The three-day limit was just halfway through, and thirty-two battles had already been fought. Only eleven sects on the Tianji Contract had not yet participated in the battle.

Even if more cultivators from both camps heard the news and gathered here, making the number of people on the top of Jinguang exceed four thousand, as long as Lu Ye fought forty-three battles and was still alive, he would win.

The later Wanmo Ridge cultivators, no matter how unwilling they were, did not dare to do anything, because under the constraints of the Tianji Contract, once they took action against Lu Ye, they would not only encounter the joint efforts of the Haotian League, but also the forty-three sects with their names on the Tianji Contract, and even the masters on the Lingxi List, would have to take action against them.

This is the fairness of the Tianji Contract, and it will never be allowed to be provoked by anyone.

There are only eleven games left to the final victory, but Li Baxian is getting more and more uneasy. He doesn't know if his junior brother can hold on, because the spiritual light on his body is a little dim, which is caused by swallowing a lot of spiritual pills. This undoubtedly has a great impact on his junior brother. The dull spiritual power will affect his strength. The most obvious point is that Lu Ye's killing speed has slowed down. His knife is not as sharp as before, and his speed is not as fast as before.

Each battle takes longer and longer. The longer the battle, the greater his consumption, and the more spiritual pills he needs to replenish, which will fall into a vicious circle.

The incense stick time was up. Wei Yang felt sorry for it, but he still poked Lu Ye gently: "Junior Brother."

Lu Ye raised his head suddenly, his eyes full of fatigue. He was at a loss for a moment, then he reacted and swallowed the unchewed meat in his mouth. He stood up with his long sword, looked at the monks of Wanmo Ridge opposite, and said the words he had said more than 30 times: "Bi Xue Sect, Lu Ye!"

The battle started again. On the stage, the sword flashed, the figure rushed forward, and the blood flew.

One battle after another started, subsided, and the sky was bright again.

On the stage, a petite figure leaped around Lu Ye like thunder and lightning, at a very fast speed.

Lu Ye had several more wounds on his body, and his flesh and blood rolled. This was caused by the opponent in this battle. He held his long sword and stood quietly in place.

After so many battles, he finally met the first guy who made him feel difficult.

This is a demon cultivator, with two furry ears on his head, which looks like a cat. If it just looks like one, it's nothing, the key is that this guy is really as flexible as a cat.

If it's just speed, Lu Ye can't beat him even in his prime. Such a guy must be one of the trump cards prepared by Wanmo Ridge. She hasn't been allowed to play before because Lu Ye is in good condition. Now Lu Ye is too exhausted, Wanmo Ridge probably thinks it's time to let this cat demon play.

After this trump card was sacrificed, Lu Ye really fell into a passive position. His speed was not as fast as others. After a few slashes, he not only failed to kill the opponent, but also exposed himself. That's how he got those wounds on his body.

It was another round of dazzling confrontation. When Lu Ye's long sword fell, it split a residual image, and at the same time, pain came from his waist and abdomen.

He kicked out, and the cat demon blocked the kick with both hands, took off and landed nimbly.

Lu Ye staggered back, his long sword hit the ground, and he almost fell to the ground, causing Wei Yang to exclaim.