Chapter 199 Bloodstained

When Li Baxian discovered his whereabouts, the young man knew that he had no way out. He made all those gestures just to paralyze Li Baxian. Now that he was exposed by Li Baxian, he said no more, waved the two scimitars in his hands, and said: "Come on."

Lu Ye raised his hand and pressed on the handle of the knife, holding it gently.

Li Baxian's voice sounded beside his ear: "Little Junior Brother, be careful. This guy is a ghost cultivator. Although he is only at the eighth level now, his real cultivation is at the seventh level of the Heavenly Grade, and his spiritual orifices have been opened to more than 240. Of course, this position is suppressed and coordinated by the Heavenly Secret, and the strength he can exert is only at the ordinary eighth level. However, his experience in killing enemies will not be suppressed, and his strength and speed are not comparable to those of ordinary eighth levels. Even if you can defeat ordinary eighth levels, you may not be his opponent."

"I know!"

Lu Ye responded, and when he finished speaking, the gravel under his feet flew, and he had already pounced on the sinister young man. He didn't care what Li Baxian had in mind for letting him fight such an opponent alone, but now the Lingxi defense battle was coming to an end. If there was such an opportunity to kill the enemy, he should cherish it.

Almost at the same time as Lu Ye made a move, a stream of light had already shot over and swept in front of Lu Ye in an instant.

The long sword was unsheathed, and Lu Ye slashed it out. Sparks flew everywhere, and Lu Ye felt a strong force coming at him, his knuckles instantly cracked, and the Panshan sword in his hand was lifted up by the impact.

Following this force, Lu Ye swung his long sword and chopped off the stream of light that was slashing at his chest.

The stream of light was actually a scimitar in the opponent's hand. The previous attack was just the power of the opponent's weapon. The scimitar was spinning in the air, but a wound appeared on Lu Ye's chest, and blood flowed out. It was the opponent's scimitar's energy that injured him.

Before he could stabilize his body, a figure flashed in front of him, and the sinister young man had already rushed to him at an incredibly fast speed!

Ghost cultivators are good at speed, not to mention that this is a ghost cultivator of the seventh level of the heavenly level. The harmony and suppression of the heavenly secrets really made him only able to exert the strength of the eighth level, but even if he was suppressed, this speed was not comparable to that of ordinary eighth-level cultivators.

The opponent's other scimitar was coming towards him. Lu Ye raised his knife to block it. With a clang, he staggered back. At the same time, a strong wind hit his head. It was the scimitar that he had chopped off and killed him again.

The way of controlling weapons was simply unsolvable for Lu Ye at the moment.

Hua Ci looked nervous. Li Baxian had already grasped a sword light. Although he asked Lu Ye to fight this ghost cultivator, he would not really sit back and watch. If Lu Ye was really worried about his life, he would take action.

Seeing that the scimitar that flew back was about to poke Lu Ye's back of the head, a spiritual pattern suddenly appeared.

With a click, the amulet was broken. Lu Ye's head sank downwards, narrowly avoiding the beheading blow. Several broken hairs flew, and at the same time, the long knife in his hand stabbed straight. When the fiery red spiritual power climbed, the sharp spiritual pattern was blessed.

The ghost cultivator dodged the attack by leaning sideways, and the scimitar flipped in his hand like a living thing, cutting the flesh on Lu Ye's arm at an incredible angle, and blood flowed.

Only three breaths after the battle began, Lu Ye had two more wounds on his body. Although the injuries were not serious, it can be seen that the gap in strength between them was not small. If they continued to fight like this, Lu Ye's situation would only get worse and worse.

Feng Yuechan glanced at Li Baxian leisurely, with a questioning look in his eyes.

Li Baxian shook his head slowly. It was not the time to intervene yet. The reason why he wanted Lu Ye to take action against this ghost cultivator was mainly because the opportunity was rare. Although he had taught Lu Ye in the Bixue Sect for twenty days before, it was after all the teaching of a senior brother to a junior brother. Even if he was ruthless and repeatedly injured Lu Ye, it was difficult for Lu Ye to truly experience the feeling of life and death, because both of them knew that Li Baxian could not really kill him.

But the situation was different now. The one fighting against Lu Ye was a cultivator from Wanmo Ridge. If he was not careful enough, he would really die.

As a soldier cultivator, if he could not get used to the feeling of wandering on the edge of life and death, it would be difficult to break through himself.

However, the current situation made Li Baxian hesitate secretly, wondering if he was too hasty and chose too strong an opponent for Lu Ye. With his current strength, the junior brother might have a chance to fight against an ordinary eighth-level realm, but it would be difficult to face the current opponent.

Fortunately, although Lu Ye was completely at a disadvantage, his fighting spirit was not diminished at all.

In the blink of an eye, the two exchanged several moves again. The ghost cultivator was much stronger than Lu Ye in terms of speed and strength, and coupled with the ability to use the way of controlling weapons, Lu Ye was really embarrassed.

He gradually became familiar with the opponent's rhythm. Although he could not reverse the decline, he blocked the opponent's power of controlling weapons several times with the defensive spirit pattern and took advantage of the situation to counterattack.

During the fight, the ghost cultivator suddenly retracted the scimitar that he had flown.

Because he found that this Bixue Sect cultivator who was famous in Jinguangding was indeed amazing, and his real strength was definitely not just the sixth level. He thought he could easily deal with the opponent, and had already made up his mind to capture Lu Ye and hold him hostage in exchange for his own life.

He didn't dare to delay any longer, Feng Yuechan and Li Baxian were watching him covetously, giving him a lot of pressure.

In such a close fight, the power of the imperial weapon could not be exerted. It would be better to take it back. With two scimitars in hand, the attack speed suddenly increased a lot.

Lu Ye was in bad luck immediately, and there were more scars on his body.

But as the scars increased, his speed and strength of the knife were also increasing, and the spiritual power attached to the knife became much stronger.

After more than ten breaths, Lu Ye slowly stabilized his position and was able to fight back and forth with the opponent.

The ghost cultivator was full of surprise, and he didn't understand how Lu Ye could have such a huge improvement in such a short time.

After more than ten breaths, he was shocked to find that he was actually at a disadvantage in the competition of speed and strength!

When the spiritual weapons collided, not only would Lu Ye be injured, but scars gradually appeared on his body.

At this moment, the blade of the Panshan Knife was already a deep red, as if it had drunk blood. If you observe carefully, you will find that there is a faint blood vapor around Lu Ye.

The ghost cultivator finally found something wrong and exclaimed: "Blood treasure?"

The so-called blood treasure is a special spiritual weapon. The spiritual weapon is branded with blood sacrifice spiritual patterns. After the owner is injured or actively offers his own blood, the power will become stronger. The more blood the blood treasure swallows, the greater the power.

So when the ghost cultivator saw the change in the Panshan Knife in Lu Ye's hand, he thought that the knife was a blood treasure. The blood treasure is powerful, but once the power of the blood treasure is activated, it will be extremely harmful to the user, because it will continuously devour blood, and if you are not careful, you will die of blood.

Therefore, in the cultivation world, the blood treasure is not very popular, and ordinary cultivators will not use this kind of spiritual weapon.

The ghost cultivators can see that the Panshan Knife is not right, and Li Baxian naturally sees it too, and his expression becomes solemn. He just wants Lu Ye to gain some experience in fighting strong enemies. Who would have thought that his little junior brother would even activate the blood treasure? This is not good. If the little junior brother's foundation and vitality are damaged by this, the second senior sister will definitely smash his head.

"It's not a blood treasure, don't worry, fourth senior brother." Hua Ci's voice sounded.

"What is it?" Li Baxian asked.

Hua Ci explained: "Lu Ye has mastered a spiritual pattern called blood-stained, and what he is activating now is probably the power of that spiritual pattern." Before, Lu Ye had revealed the information about the four spiritual patterns he mastered to Madam Yun. Hua Ci was present at the time, so she naturally remembered this matter.

"Blood-stained?" Li Baxian frowned. He didn't know much about spiritual patterns, and he couldn't calm down to study them, so he didn't know what the blood-stained spiritual pattern was.

But as long as the knife was not a blood treasure, it would be fine.

The sound of ding-dong-dong came out, and the confrontation continued. Lu Ye was covered with scars all over his body, but the strange thing was that the blood flowing from all the wounds turned into blood mist, without a drop of blood.

If Lu Ye's clothes were taken off at this moment, you could see a complex spiritual pattern on his chest slowly rotating. The spiritual pattern was completely formed by the gathering of blood. The blood mist lingered around him, making his eyes turn scarlet.

The blood-stained spiritual pattern was not added to the Panshan Knife, but to his own body.

As his own blood continued to mist, Lu Ye's sword came out faster and faster, with more and more force, and had already exceeded his own limit.

The situation was completely reversed. The ghost cultivator who had originally had the upper hand could only parry and had no power to fight back when facing the slash of Lu Ye's long sword.

After a fierce battle, the ghost cultivator was hit in the chest by Lu Ye's sword. He screamed and fell back a few steps. There was a huge wound on his chest and blood was flowing.

He looked up and saw a pair of eyes with floating red light in front of him. In the figure wrapped in blood mist, the long sword fell down like a storm.

He roared and raised his spiritual weapon.

The sound of the blade cutting through flesh and blood rang out. Lu Ye raised the sword in his hand and flashed behind the ghost cultivator. He landed gently, shook off the blood on the Panshan sword, and put the sword back into the sheath.

The ghost cultivator behind him was stiff, maintaining a defensive posture, and then fell hard, with blood flowing under him.

The blood mist that enveloped Lu Ye suddenly dispersed, revealing his figure that had been covered by the blood mist. His body softened, and before he fell to the ground, Li Baxian had already supported him.

"I'm exhausted!" Lu Ye explained, and then his face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye. He lost too much blood.

Li Baxian's expression was complicated, and he held it in for a long time before saying: "Little Junior Brother, you are too hard-working."

Such a result was something he never expected. Even if Lu Ye had said before that the eighth level realm could kill him, he only thought that it was the arrogance of a young man, and he was ready to intervene in the battle at any time.

As a result, his little junior brother really killed him!

Killed him alone!

This is too fierce.

That's a seventh level of the heavenly realm! Even if he was suppressed, he would not be worse than an ordinary ninth level realm.

Li Baxian suddenly realized that he seemed to have underestimated this little junior brother.