Chapter 168: The Magic Practitioner Draws the Sword, the Soldier Practitioner Casts the Spell

The Holy Fire Cult's Saint gritted her teeth, stretched out her hand, and urged the little remaining spiritual power in her body. A ball of red light immediately appeared on her palm.

That was the gathering of her spiritual power.

When this ball of red light appeared, the power that had been scattered by the large-scale magic before quickly gathered together.

The temperature of the extremely hot golden light top dropped sharply.

In the blink of an eye, a humanoid being composed purely of flames appeared in front of her.

"Fire Giant!" A cry of surprise came from the Haotian League. This was clearly the name of the magic performed by the Holy Fire Cult's Saint.

This was also a magic that should not be performed by a seventh-level realm cultivator. This shows how talented the Saint was.

However, perhaps because of insufficient cultivation, the Fire Giant, which should have been majestic and at least several feet tall, was now only the size of an ordinary person. This Fire Giant had no legs, and the lower half of his body was purely composed of flowing flames. Even his facial features were not so clear, but his figure was very burly, and he blocked the female cultivator as soon as he appeared.

After performing this spell, the Holy Fire Cult's Saint fell to her knees with a thud. This time, she was really exhausted.

I have to say that she was a smart woman.

At this last moment, she used her last spiritual power to summon a fire giant instead of performing spells such as the Fire Snake Spell, because spells are easy to dodge. Once Lu Ye dodges her last attack, she will have no choice but to wait for death.

There was a pain in her mind like a needle prick, and the blood flowing out of her seven orifices turned black and red. Although she knelt on the ring in a very embarrassed state, she still looked up and looked directly at Lu Ye who was rushing towards her, and controlled the fire giant with her mind to meet him.

When the heat wave hit, Lu Ye instinctively raised his broken knife and chopped.

He was able to survive the attack of that spell before, all thanks to the amulet spirit pattern. When the power of that spell hit, he activated a amulet spirit pattern that could cover his whole body.

This almost consumed his already limited spiritual power.

Fortunately, the opponent's magic didn't last long, otherwise he would have been burned to death.

At the moment, he can still activate the last spiritual pattern, which he left for his opponent, not the inexplicable thing in front of him.

The field of vision was blood red, and it was almost impossible to see anything. The Saint of the Holy Fire Cult was exhausted, and Lu Ye was also at the end of his strength.

On all sides of the ring, the strong men of the two camps watched the final battle with solemn expressions. No one had ever thought that the fight between the fifth and sixth levels could be so brutal.

At this moment, the two fighting figures on the ring looked extremely funny, because Lu Ye had lost his previous sharpness and ferocity. Every time he chopped out a knife, he looked weak and powerless, and every step he took was staggering, as if he might fall down at any time.

And the fire giant was also a little stupid and slow to react. This was the reason why the Saint of the Holy Fire Cult began to blur her consciousness. Although the fire giant was summoned by her power, it had no thoughts and needed her to control it.

This makes the fight on the ring look like a fight between children...

No one laughed at this, but was secretly shocked by the tenacity of the will of the two sides.

A group of strong men on the Lingxi list asked themselves, could they achieve this level when they were at the fifth or sixth level of cultivation? If the two men who fought last did not die today, they would be on the Lingxi list in the future.

The childlike fight continued, and the battle was not fierce, but as time passed, the fire giant summoned by the magic began to become unstable, and even its size was slowly shrinking.

The mood of the Wanmo Ridge side became nervous.

It has come to this point, and we must not fail.

"The blazing holy fire, burn my body!"

A low chanting voice sounded, initially only one person, but soon, many Holy Fire Cult cultivators chanted in unison, and the voices gradually became higher.

On the ring, the saint who was already conscious suddenly burst out with the last strength, blood flowed from her eyes, and the fire giant who was fighting with Lu Ye suddenly expanded and punched out.

With a loud noise, the half-broken knife in Lu Ye's hand was completely shattered, and he himself was blown away by this punch and fell to the ground.

Falling together, there was also the hope of the Haotian League.

After knocking Lu Ye away, the fire giant suddenly broke apart, turned into dots of fluorescence and disappeared, it had exhausted its own strength.

The saint of the Holy Fire Cult panted heavily, climbed up from the ground with difficulty, and walked towards Lu Ye who was lying on the ground motionless step by step. She gently recited the teachings of the Holy Fire Cult, and her painful expression slowly calmed down.

Li Baxian's expression became solemn and nervous, and Wei Yang also secretly urged his spiritual power. At the same time, the eyes of the strong men on the side of Wanmo Ridge were fixed on the two. If the two made any unusual movements, they would be attacked by those strong men.

At this moment, the atmosphere became extremely tense.

On the ring, the saint who was halfway through the journey slowly took out a long sword from her storage bag. This action alone seemed to have exhausted all her strength. It should be just an ordinary sword because there was no spiritual light, but it was enough.

She didn't have the strength to lift the sword, so she dragged it and walked in front of Lu Ye, staggered a few times, and slowly stood still.

Looking down at the opponent who was burned and wounded on the ground, the saint who had never smiled since she started practicing smiled a little.

She wanted to say to her opponent: I won!

But when she opened her mouth, she couldn't even make a sound.

She held the hilt of the sword with both hands, pointed the tip of the sword at Lu Ye's chest, and slowly lifted it.

The already tense atmosphere on all sides of the arena collapsed to the extreme at this moment, and countless people began to silently activate their spiritual power.

Lu Ye, who was lying motionless on the ground, suddenly raised one hand slowly, with his palm facing the woman standing beside him, as if to block the sword that was about to stab down.

His dry and cracked lips moved a little, and a slight voice came out.

"Fire... Phoenix... Phoenix..."

The fiery red spiritual power surged in his palm, and the smile on the saint's face immediately froze. She used up her last bit of strength and stabbed the sword in her hand down.

There was a flapping sound, and a fat quail-like firebird flew out, hit the saint's chest, and exploded.

Screams were heard, and the saint was blown away, her chest was burnt, and she was silent when she landed.

Everyone was speechless because of this sudden change. The party that was originally thought to be dead still had the power to fight back, and it was a spell...

At that last moment, the magic cultivator raised the sword and the soldier cultivator cast a spell.

The winner has been decided, life and death have been decided!

Two figures rushed onto the stage almost at the same time, and the sound of swords rang out at this moment. Li Baxian stood in front of Lu Ye, and hundreds of sword lights were surging and shuttling behind him. Each sword light was a flying sword.

The sword energy rushed into the sky, and the sword cultivators were murderous!

Anyone who dared to act rashly would be attacked by hundreds of flying swords.

Wei Yang held the bloody Lu Ye in his arms and checked his injuries.

Suddenly, a fierce spiritual power fluctuation like a spiritual tide came from the back of Wanmo Ridge. Countless people were shocked and turned their heads to look back. They saw a figure dozens of feet tall slowly straightening up. The figure covered the clouds and the sun, magnificent and huge.

That was the figure of the cloud giant, a spell.

In the entire Lingxi battlefield, there were no more than three people who could perform the cloud giant spell on such a scale.

"Everyone, don't move around, or someone will die!" A crisp voice came from the cloud giant. It was not until then that the Wanmo Ridge side saw that there was a woman sitting on the shoulder of the cloud giant. The small figure and the big cloud giant formed an extremely obvious contrast, but no one dared to underestimate that figure.

Because that person was the top of the Lingxi list, a monster who had occupied the top of the Lingxi list for more than ten years!

"Feng Yuechan!" A Wanmo Ridge cultivator gritted his teeth and shouted.

No one knew when she was hiding nearby. There was news before that she was blocking the door of the Bailian Valley station. Now it seems that she has already escaped from there. After all, even if she was the top of the Lingxi list, it was impossible for her to block the station of a fourth-grade sect for a long time.

"Brother, I'm here to help you!" Feng Yuechan raised her hand and greeted Li Baxian enthusiastically.

At this moment, there was no time to correct her address. Li Baxian nodded: "Whoever dares to move around will be killed!"

"Okay!" Feng Yuechan responded crisply.

On the ring, Wei Yang had given Lu Ye an elixir and an unknown liquid medicine to maintain his life.

Lu Ye's lips moved, but Wei Yang didn't hear clearly, so he leaned his ear over and whispered, "Little Junior Brother, what did you say?"

"Are you done fighting?" Lu Ye asked with difficulty.

"It's over!" Wei Yang nodded.

Lu Ye couldn't open one eye, and the other eye was narrowed into a slit. He wanted to laugh, but couldn't. His tense mind relaxed, his head tilted, and he fainted.

Wei Yang looked panicked, and hurriedly checked to make sure that Lu Ye was just too tired. Only then did he feel relieved and looked up at Li Baxian's back: "Go back to the sect!"

Li Baxian called out, "Yuechan, send Senior Sister and Junior Brother to Cangming Mountain!"

"Yes!" Feng Yuechan responded, and the cloud giant, which was dozens of feet tall, leaned down and stretched out a hand towards the ring. Under the huge shadow, many cultivators on the side of Wanmo Ridge scattered like birds and beasts.

The big hand landed beside the ring. Wei Yang jumped up with Lu Ye in his arms and gently put Lu Ye down. Suddenly, he felt something beside him. He turned his head and found that it was a big white tiger.

She knew that this was Lu Ye's pet. Seeing the worried look in the tiger's eyes, she comforted him: "Don't worry, he won't die with me here."

The cloud giant raised his big hand and gently held the two people and the tiger in his palm. Then, under the control of Feng Yuechan, he turned around and ran towards the Cangming Mountain base at an amazing speed!

"Dear fellow Taoists of Wanmo Ridge, please wait here for an incense stick. After an incense stick, you can do whatever you want. But if you do anything rash before that, don't blame me, Li Baxian, for killing people!"

Li Baxian's voice came faintly, but the hundreds of flying swords flying behind him told all the cultivators of Wanmo Ridge that this guy was not joking.

Yan Xing, who had been staring at Li Baxian, had a solemn expression. It was not until today that he realized that Li Baxian's sword-wielding skills had reached such a terrifying level. When fighting with him before, this guy did not use his full strength at all.