Chapter 164 The Fangs Are Broken?

On the blood-stained ring, Lu Ye looked up and saw the cat demon crouching on the opposite side, one hand on the ground, the other hand close to her mouth. She had a claw on each hand, which was extremely sharp. She licked the blood on the claw, her eyes bloomed with a demonic light, and meowed softly, as if provoking.

There was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth. She had seen Lu Ye's weakness and saw victory waving to her.

With a smooth figure and sharp claws, she was not a cat at all, but a cheetah.

The figure lying on the ground suddenly rushed, and when it pounced close, it turned sharply. Lu Ye turned his eyes and saw the side. When he stood up, he stabbed with a knife!

There was a sharp friction sound, and the fire splashed. The figure of the cat demon appeared, and the tip of the knife stabbed against her cheek. The sharp blade left a small wound on her smooth face, but she was smiling, because at this moment she had used her claws to hold Lu Ye's long knife!

Lu Ye wanted to draw his sword, but he couldn't.

The claws of the other hand of the cat demon fell immediately, and a spiritual light flashed on the claws.

With a click, the spiritual long sword that had accompanied Lu Ye for several months broke, leaving only half of the blade.

This spiritual weapon was obtained when he killed the white monk in Qingyun Mountain. There was only one restriction to strengthen the blade, which was the worst quality among the spiritual weapons. The white monk's cultivation was not high, so he couldn't afford a very good spiritual weapon.

But even if the quality was not high, this spiritual long sword played an unimaginable killing in Lu Ye's hands, because he could bless this long sword with sharp spiritual patterns.

Along the way, at least fifty or sixty monks from Wanmo Ridge died under this sword. If this round-robin battle is counted, it has exceeded a hundred.

Today, this long sword that accompanied Lu Ye all the way was cut off!

Many cultivators on the Haotian League side all changed color. The spiritual weapon in the hands of the cultivators was broken, and their strength would inevitably be damaged, especially for Lu Ye. The reason why he was able to cross the level and kill so many sixth-level realm cultivators was one aspect, his own foundation, and this spiritual weapon also contributed greatly.

On the other hand, the Wanmo Ridge side all breathed a sigh of relief, especially the strong men on the Lingxi list, all of them were smiling.

It's stable!

Both the Haotian League and Wanmo Ridge believed that the long sword in Lu Ye's hand was a spiritual weapon of excellent quality. The six-level realm cultivators who were engaged in the battle were chopped without any ability to fight back, which was the best proof. This spiritual weapon long sword was Lu Ye's fang!

Therefore, the Wanmo Ridge side has been trying to cut off this fang. As long as this fang is broken, the Wanmo Ridge side will be invincible. The cultivators who appeared before always chose to fight against Lu Ye. It was not that they thought they could defeat Lu Ye, but they were trying to destroy the sword in Lu Ye's hand!

Unfortunately, no one has succeeded until now. Until this moment, the cat demon lived up to everyone's expectations. With its own swift speed and two claws, it broke the knife stained with the blood of the monks of Wanmo Ridge!

The fangs were broken, and this disciple of the Bixue Sect named Lu Ye could no longer resist.

The moment the long knife broke, the cat demon excitedly rushed towards Lu Ye, her two bright eyes full of excitement. She seemed to see a lot of rewards waving to her, and she also saw Lu Ye waving the broken knife towards her!

Before, she would definitely dodge such a knife. After all, she is good at speed, but her own defense is not very good. If she was really chopped by Lu Ye, she would definitely not end well.

But now she did not dodge, but rushed into Lu Ye's arms, and the claws on her right hand went straight to Lu Ye's heart.

Puff...

Blood splattered, the cat demon's claws pierced Lu Ye's heart, but she froze in place, raised her head, looked at Lu Ye, and looked puzzled: "What are you doing..."

Lu Ye kicked out and kicked the cat demon in front of him away. While still in the air, she raised her hand to cover her throat. When she staggered to the ground, a lot of blood flowed out between her hands, and blood also filled her mouth and nose. Gululu seemed to want to say something, but couldn't say it. After struggling for a moment, the light in her eyes quickly faded.

Lu Ye raised his hand to cover his chest, took a deep breath, and felt it. The injury was not serious and did not touch the heart.

At that moment just now, he had the opportunity to activate the defensive spirit pattern to resist, but his spiritual power was getting less and less, and as he swallowed the spirit pill, his spiritual power became more and more obscure, so he would try to save spiritual power as much as possible, and it didn't matter if he would rather suffer a little injury for this.

In the silence, he walked to the front of the Haotian League camp with the broken knife, sat down cross-legged, took out the healing powder from the storage bag, and applied it on his chest.

Wei Yang looked at him, clenched his fists, and resisted the urge to bandage him...

"Idiot!" A Lingxi list strongman on the Wanmo Ridge side gritted his teeth and cursed. Lu Ye's weapon was broken just now, which was definitely the closest step for Wanmo Ridge to victory. At that time, the cat demon only needed to be more vigilant and had a great chance to kill Lu Ye. However, this guy was too proud and was killed by someone with a knife in the throat. His death was unclear and stupid.

The 40th battle was over, and there were only three left. The sky was already bright!

However, it didn't matter anymore. Lu Ye's long knife was broken, and his strength must have been greatly weakened. He could be defeated in the last three battles anyway.

Several Lingxi list strongmen looked at each other and breathed a long sigh of relief.

Before signing the Heavenly Deed with Li Baxian, none of them had expected the situation to develop into this state. Everyone thought that no matter how powerful Lu Ye was, he would not be able to withstand ten rounds of fighting.

However, now it has been more than ten rounds, it has been forty rounds!

At this point, they were most thankful for the information provided by Han Zhaiyue. Otherwise, if they had agreed to challenge the same cultivator without knowing the truth, they would have killed all forty-three sects long ago, which would have been the biggest joke in Wanmo Ridge.

In front of the arena, three Wanmo Ridge cultivators looked at each other. These were the last three sects to challenge. One of these three was from the Holy Fire Sect, with a flame on his forehead that seemed to be burning, which was the symbol of their holy fire. The other two were disciples from two or three-grade large sects.

They were ranked last, which was naturally related to their origins. The sects behind those who had played before were not as strong as them, so they were ranked in front.

The first forty people had paved the way to the throne of victory with blood and death. Whoever played next would have a great chance of reaping the fruits of victory.

This was not only about the generous rewards, but also about their own future, so the three wanted to be the next to play.

However, the Holy Fire Sect was only a fourth-grade sect after all, which was still inferior to the other two sects. After a slight hesitation, they took a step back, which meant that they wanted to give the other two a chance.

"Brother Hu Ping, what do you think?" One of them spoke, eager to try.

"Brother Zi'an has given me a difficult question. If I say I go first, you will definitely disagree, but if I let you go first, I will not be happy either." Hu Ping lowered his voice, "At this juncture, we can't decide the winner first."

"Yes, but there must be a first and a last." Zi'an nodded.

"Why not let him choose for himself, whoever he chooses is who he chooses!"

"That's it... very good!"

After the two of them had a brief discussion, they stood there waiting, each looking at Lu Ye who was adjusting on the ring, as if looking at a dead person.

Approaching the Haotian League, Lu Ye silently sensed his own condition. It was very bad. Even if he had an incense stick of time to recover, his spiritual power would not be restored much. After fighting continuously, he only had about 30% of his spiritual power left.

Although he had many injuries, it was not serious. The healing powder that Hua Ci prepared for him had an excellent effect on external injuries, but the symptoms of blood loss still made him feel a little dizzy.

He didn't know how many people he had killed, let alone how many more battles he had to fight, but he knew that if someone took up the battle, he would have to stand out.

This was the path he chose. As he said before, he was not afraid of death, but he didn't want to wait for death.

The incense and candles on the side burned out, and it was time to recover.

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

Wei Yang opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't say it in the end.

She wanted to tell Lu Ye that as long as he won three more games, she would be fine, but she was afraid that her words would affect Lu Ye's condition. Sometimes knowing the future trend may not be a good thing.

On the top of the golden light, there were crowds of people all around. There were more than 5,000 monks from the two camps gathered here. When Lu Ye was resting, there were voices of people talking. The scene was chaotic, but when he walked out, the whole world was quiet.

Thousands of eyes were fixed on him. Even the monks on the side of Wanmo Ridge no longer had the contempt and ridicule they had before. Everyone looked at him with a very solemn look.

A fifth-level cultivator, who had fought forty battles across levels without losing a single one, could not allow anyone to blaspheme such an impressive record. Even the monks from the enemy camp would give him enough respect.

It can be foreseen that for a long time in the future, the figure who walked up to the blood-poured arena step by step with a broken knife would be the nightmare of many Wanmo Ridge monks.

On the arena, Lu Ye stood still, and the mountain wind whistled.

On the side of Wanmo Ridge, two figures stood up. The next moment, thousands of sharp eyes of Haotian League stared at them, including many strong men on the Lingxi list, and murderous intent began to surge instantly.

The two monks from the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge were almost frightened and shrank back. This battle was... too scary.

Hu Ping knew something was wrong and quickly explained: "It's not a two-on-one fight, but I just want this Taoist friend Yi Ye to choose an opponent himself."

Zi'an nodded repeatedly, indicating that they were unwilling to do such a tasteless thing as a two-on-one fight.

Lu Ye raised his broken knife and pointed at Hu Ping, his expression calm: "Then it's you."

Hu Ping raised his eyebrows, surprised and surprised.

Although Zi'an was reluctant, he still retreated.

Hu Ping took a breath and was about to introduce himself to Lu Ye, when he heard a thud beside his ear. He could see that the blood-stained mud on Lu Ye's side was flying, and the whole person rushed towards him like an arrow from a bow.

Hu Ping was shocked. This guy always introduced himself, why didn't he even give him a chance to say a word this time? What's wrong with him?