Chapter 385: Breaking Out of the Siege

When his consciousness was blurred, the monk from Wanmo Ridge realized that Lu Ye had reached the eighth level of Tian.

As a monk of the eighth level of Tian, ​​he could not even take the opponent's knife.

Why was the opponent's knife so sharp? The power of that knife was so powerful that even the middle-grade golden body talisman could not resist it... I couldn't figure it out!

Blood gushed out from the neck, the head flew out, and the headless body staggered and fell downwards. A stream of light flashed out from Lu Ye's weapon box on his waist, and lightly circled around the waist of the monk from Wanmo Ridge. When he returned, he brought back a storage bag.

Killing people and seizing treasures, all in one go.

More figures came from all directions, and there were also waves of shouts.

"Lu Yiye is out!"

"Lu Yiye is here!"

Hovering in the air, Lu Ye's eyes drooped slightly, holding the Panshan knife, with the tip of the knife pointing diagonally to the ground, looking at the monk from Wanmo Ridge who was approaching him quickly in front of him, and lightly stepped on his feet. With the spiritual power urging, he turned into a stream of light and rushed forward.

When he entered the Ten Thousand Poison Forest before, he was at the level of Tianqi. Now his level has reached a higher level and his strength has greatly increased. He also wants to see if he can break out of the siege by himself!

Having been blocked by so many people from the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge for more than two months, Lu Ye naturally wants to fight back.

It doesn't matter if he can't get out. There is the Ten Thousand Poison Forest under him. He just needs to hide in the Ten Thousand Poison Forest. No matter how many monks from the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge there are, they can't do anything to him.

There are only five monks blocking the road in front. Seeing Lu Ye approaching, they all sacrificed their imperial weapons to attack Lu Ye. The rays of light from the imperial weapons intertwined and moved, extremely agile.

Lu Ye stepped on the spirit boat and flexibly avoided the attacks one by one. If he couldn't avoid it, he would block it with the Panshan Knife, and the distance between them quickly closed.

The expressions of the five people in front gradually became solemn.

Without waiting for Lu Ye to really get close, they quickly dispersed.

However, just as they made a move, nine streams of light shot out from Lu Ye's weapon box on his waist, hitting the five people with incomparable accuracy. The speed and lethality of these nine streams of light far exceeded the means used by the five of them.

The moment the sound of breaking through the air sounded, blood splashed, accompanied by screams, three of the five people who were separated fell into the poisonous forest below, and the remaining two were all injured.

Lu Ye had already pounced in front of one of them. The man looked like a physical cultivator, with abundant blood and qi. A large shield spiritual weapon hung on his arm, and he slapped Lu Ye.

The Panshan knife slashed down, and the moment the knife and shield touched, the physical cultivator's eyes suddenly widened, and he felt the overwhelming power in front of him, and his body was chopped away.

He was horrified in his heart. Is this a soldier cultivator? His power is stronger than his own!

Before he could come to his senses, the burning power had already rushed to his face, and a beautiful figure of Suzaku appeared in his field of vision.

It was the Fire Phoenix Technique cast by Lu Ye.

This was a technique from the Red Lotus Sky-Rising Art. After Lu Ye obtained the Fire Phoenix Spiritual Pattern, the power of this technique was greatly enhanced. Now, the figure of the Vermillion Bird constructed by the Fire Phoenix Technique he used was clearly discernible, even the feather patterns on its body were clearly discernible, and it looked like a smaller version of the Fire Phoenix Spiritual Pattern that destroyed the world.

The Fire Phoenix Technique hit the body cultivator, and the scorching flames enveloped him, burning through his blood and protective spiritual power. The body cultivator screamed and followed the footsteps of the three companions.

Lu Ye turned his head again, and the last Wanmo Ridge cultivator covered his abdomen with his hands, bleeding all the way, and had already fled far away.

He did not chase him, because this guy had been severely injured and it was unknown whether he could survive. Chasing him would only waste time.

The spirit boat turned into a stream of light again and flew away into the distance. The nine imperial weapons flew back under Lu Ye's control and poured into the weapon box on his waist.

Lu Yiye appeared!

The news spread in all directions at a very fast speed. In the direction where Lu Ye was going, monks from the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge kept flying up to meet him.

After waiting for two months, this guy finally came out. What the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge had to do now was to do their best to kill him and eliminate the trouble!

In an instant, a vast stream of light covered the sky and gathered in the direction where Lu Ye was going.

Above the Ten Thousand Poison Forest, Lu Ye ran like the wind, almost without stopping, and fought with groups of Ten Thousand Demon Ridge monks who were responsible for patrolling the Ten Thousand Poison Forest.

Along the way, corpses kept falling down, and blood was scattered in the sky.

After a while, a large stream of light appeared in the field of vision. It was the large army of the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge. A rough glance showed that there were nearly a thousand people, densely filling the field of vision.

Even if Lu Ye was promoted to the eighth level of the sky and his strength increased dramatically, it was impossible for him to fight against so many Ten Thousand Demon Ridge monks alone, unless he constructed the Fire Phoenix Spirit Pattern again.

However, Wanmo Ridge had suffered a great loss two months ago, so how could they not be prepared for this?

The distance between them was rapidly shortened, and the shouts from Wanmo Ridge came into their ears. Most of them were relying on their large numbers to shout for Lu Ye to come and die.

When they were two hundred feet apart, Lu Ye's figure suddenly rushed diagonally upward!

From the posture, it seemed that he wanted to avoid the large forces of Wanmo Ridge and escape from a higher place with weaker defense.

Realizing this, Wanmo Ridge quickly responded and immediately changed direction, also intercepting diagonally upward.

Standing on the ground and looking up, you can see that many streamers are dragging long ribbons, rushing straight into the sky, flying higher and higher. Soon, the leading streamer has passed through the clouds and is no longer visible.

No one can tell how high the sky of Lingxi Battlefield or Jiuzhou is, because so far, no one has flown out, even the great cultivators of the Divine Sea Realm have a limit to the height of flying in the air.

This limit is not the limit itself, but the suppression of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder in the air. When the height reaches a certain level, it will attract the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder. The higher you fly, the greater the power of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder will be, until even the great cultivators of the Sea of ​​Gods cannot bear it.

It is rumored that if you can break through the suppression of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, the Sea of ​​Gods can reach a higher level. Therefore, throughout the ages, many great cultivators of the Sea of ​​Gods will challenge the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder after reaching the limit of their own cultivation, but no one has succeeded so far.

The height that cultivators at the Lingxi level can fly is naturally not as high as that of the Sea of ​​Gods.

At this time, Lu Ye had a very obvious feeling. The higher he went, the more an invisible pressure pressed on his body, making his speed of flying slower and slower, until he could no longer fly higher.

In the dark, there was even a sense of crisis at that higher level. If the guess was right, it was the sense of crisis brought by the legendary Nine Heavens Divine Thunder.

Turning his head, he saw dozens of streams of light approaching him rapidly, at a speed beyond imagination, and in the streams of light, there were clear sword sounds. His keen perception made Lu Ye feel as if he was pointed at by a sharp sword, and his skin was stinging.

These dozens of streams of light were all the figures of sword cultivators!

In Jiuzhou, in terms of killing and the speed of controlling weapons, no school can compare with these sword madmen. Sword cultivators and ghost cultivators are both schools that are born to kill enemies across levels. Compared with ghost cultivators who are elusive and proficient in hidden assassinations, the reason why sword cultivators can kill enemies across levels is that they put the focus of all their cultivation on the way of killing.

Because they have no distractions, they can break Jiuzhou with swords.

Because of this, among all the schools, the number of sword cultivators is the least, even less than that of medical cultivators. For example, the Beixuan Sword Sect, a first-grade sect in Bingzhou, has only a few thousand people from top to bottom. Looking at any first-grade sect in Jiuzhou, such a situation is impossible.

But the 800 sword cultivators coming down from Tianshan Mountain was a big event that could shake the entire Jiuzhou. It meant that the Beixuan Sword Sect, from top to bottom, had come out in full force!

Haotian League had sword cultivators, and Wanmo Ridge naturally had sword cultivators. Now, these dozens of sword cultivators who had gathered from various forces were the main force and reliance for hunting down Lu Ye.

Before Lu Ye just entered the core circle, the Wanmo Ridge cultivators had experienced his speed of controlling weapons when they were hunting him down. So if you want to keep up with this guy in terms of speed of controlling weapons, you have to be a sword cultivator. The cultivators of other schools are simply not good enough.

These dozens of sword cultivators did not disappoint, and they were indeed much faster than others in terms of speed of controlling weapons, even faster than Lu Ye.

Although Lu Ye wanted to try the skills of sword cultivators, he was not sick in the head, so it was impossible for him to fight against dozens of sword cultivators who were famous for killing alone. If he was entangled by these sword cultivators, he was destined to have a bad end.

So when he reached the highest point, Lu Ye quickly fell back. Under the surprised gaze of the dozens of sword cultivators who were about to approach, Lu Ye flew downward at a faster speed than before.

With normal flying tools, Lu Ye was indeed not as fast as these sword cultivators, but he had the Wind Spiritual Pattern to bless at any time...

Seeing Lu Ye doing this, many cultivators in Wanmo Ridge immediately felt bad!

At this moment, because of chasing Lu Ye, the Wanmo Ridge cultivators, who were originally in a tight formation, became clearly layered. The strongest group was at the highest point, the middle group was in the middle, and those with slow flying tools below were the weakest group.

In less than ten breaths, Lu Ye was like a meteorite falling from the sky, only thirty feet away from the poison barrier below. The light flashed on the spirit boat under his feet, and the Wind Spiritual Pattern continued to activate, turning into a stream of light, suddenly turning and crashing forward.

The Wanmo Ridge cultivators at this position were basically all Tianqi cultivation, and there were not many even Tianba.

Seeing Lu Ye coming, all the monks took action. In an instant, the overwhelming stream of light and magic were blasting towards Lu Ye.

It is different for monks to fly in the air and fight on the ground. Not to mention the consumption and restraint of flying on the monks' minds, fighting in the air will also give them more space and flexibility. Those with strong minds will undoubtedly have a great advantage in fighting in the air.

Like a swift flapping its wings in a storm, Lu Ye's figure was erratic, avoiding the most intensive attack areas, dodging the magic and magic of the flying weapons, waving the Panshan knife in his hand, blocking some scattered attacks, and crashing into the enemy formation.

The weapon box hummed, and nine flying weapons flew out in a scattered manner, turning into nine streams of light, wrapping up the storm of death and bringing the breath of destruction.