Zhang Wulingxi's fourth-level cultivation and fighting experience are obviously much richer than Lu Ye's. With two swords in his hands, the dancers were dazzled. Lu Ye just raised his long sword to block the opponent's attack.
The scimitar in the other hand was stabbing at an angle, very fast.
At this moment, it was obviously too late to draw the knife and block it. Just when Zhang Wu thought he was about to succeed, something like a triangular shape like a shrunken shield suddenly appeared on the surface of Lu Ye's body.
With a clang, the scimitar stabbed the guardian spirit pattern, blocking the brutal blow.
Lu Ye took advantage of the situation and shifted his center of gravity, slid sideways, and slashed diagonally with his long sword!
The sharp blade pulled a long wound on Zhang Wu's arm, and the flesh and blood rolled around.
The big tiger also took advantage of the situation and pounced forward, its roar shaking the sky. Yiyi's figure was like a ghost, erratic on the side, dragging down Zhang Wu's energy.
Three against one!
After a moment, Lu Ye gasped for breath, and the long knife in his hand penetrated Zhang Wu's chest again, but this time it was stabbed in the heart. Zhang Wu drooped his head and died, his hands dropped to his sides, and the weapon in his hand fell.
fell to the ground.
This arduous battle ended with Lu Ye winning.
However, he also paid a heavy price. Not to mention that most of his spiritual power was consumed, and there were four deep wounds on his body. The blood almost completely dyed his clothes red, and the surrounding area was filled with a strong smell of blood.
The Guardian Spirit Pattern can indeed block the opponent's attack, but several times Lu Ye didn't have time to activate the Guardian Spirit Pattern. The opponent's attack was too fast. This was due to the difference in cultivation level and fighting experience. Fortunately, the injuries were not critical.
Location.
When a Lingxi second-level player fought against a fourth-level player, he still severely damaged the opponent and had a huge advantage, but he paid such a huge price to defeat the opponent, which made Lu Ye deeply realize his own shortcomings.
Not only did he suffer serious injuries, but both Dahu and Yiyi were not intact. Half of Dahu's body was blood red, and Yiyi's figure became much darker.
After hurriedly cleaning up the battlefield, putting away the storage bags of those people, and not letting go of the Young Master's Xuanling Bell, Lu Ye got on the tiger's back and shouted: "Quickly leave!"
The big tiger jumped out and rushed towards the Split Sky Gorge.
Halfway through the journey, Lu Ye's vision began to blur and his body was about to collapse. He felt that he might not be able to hold on any longer. He only had time to tell Yiyi and Dahu: "If you encounter a side road, don't wander around. Find a place to hide. Other matters will wait."
I’ll talk about it when I wake up.”
Before Yiyi had time to react, Lu Ye tilted his body and almost fell off the tiger's back. She quickly stepped forward to support Lu Ye.
Just half an hour after Dahu took Lu Ye away, a figure suddenly appeared on the previous battlefield. The man looked at the remaining traces of the battlefield, raised his head and shouted: "Found it!"
In an instant, two more figures came from a short distance away.
The three of them looked at the messy battlefield and knew something was wrong.
"what to do?"
"Inform Senior Brother Cao Ye."
One of them said this, sighed, and activated his war brand to send a message.
After waiting for a while, a burly figure fell down, with a strong spiritual light all over his body. It seemed that the aura was more powerful than the fifth level of Lingxi that Lu Ye had ever seen before.
"Senior Brother Cao!" The three of them saluted.
Cao Ye stepped forward to inspect the bodies of his four fellow disciples, his face gradually becoming gloomy.
Judging from what was left on the battlefield, Junior Brother Sun had his neck cut off and bled to death within a short period of time, while Junior Sister Yuan was beheaded to death. The young master had injuries on his thighs, shoulders, and sides of his neck.
He was injured, and even broke an arm. The fatal wound was on the chest. As for Zhang Wu, there were many injuries on his body. It was obvious that he had experienced a battle, and the fatal wound was also on the heart.
"Trash!" Cao Ye yelled through gritted teeth.
He really couldn't figure out how the young master who was protected by the Xuanling Bell died! You must know that although the Xuanling Bell is only a low-grade spiritual weapon, its defensive power is still very strong. When in danger, just use the Xuanling Bell.
The guardian of the spiritual bell can withstand it for a moment even if it encounters the seventh level of Lingxi. There is no way to break through the protection of the Xuanling Bell in a short period of time below the seventh level of Lingxi.
In the outermost circle of this battlefield, not to mention the seventh floor of Lingxi, it is difficult to see even the sixth floor. The monks on the sixth and seventh floors of Lingxi are like overlords here. Monks with this level of cultivation usually sit in command.
In his sect's residence, he would not go out easily. If he had not been summoned by Zhang Wu this time, he would not have come here.
With the Xuanling Bell protecting him and the fourth-level Zhang Wu following him, this was why he and Dong Shuye felt free to let the young master wander outside.
What's more, this location is still within the radiation range of the Jiuxing Sect's station...
But the young master was killed on his own sect’s territory!
How could he explain this to the sect leader? It could be said that the Jiuxing Sect had lost all its dignity. Cao Ye could almost imagine how furious the old men in the sect would be when this news came back to the sect.
"Send the message back, seal off a hundred-mile radius, and look for a young man with a white tiger. The other person's cultivation level is around the third or fourth level of Lingxi. He uses a knife-type spiritual weapon. Regardless of the camp's origin, anyone who provides clues will be rewarded with thirty spiritual stones. Kill him.
You will be rewarded with five hundred spiritual stones, and you will be rewarded with one thousand spiritual stones if you capture him!" Cao Ye's deep voice sounded.
The three monks' expressions perked up and they quickly accepted the order.
Although Zhang Wu only sent back a simple message before he died, that is, the boy with the white tiger was at the second level of Lingxi.
But Cao Ye clearly discovered more things.
Zhang Wu had a battle with the murderer and was killed afterwards, so Cao Ye deduced that the opponent's cultivation was not only at the second level of Lingxi, but most likely at the third or fourth level, otherwise it would be impossible to kill Zhang Wu. As for
It would be easier to use a knife. This can be clearly seen from the wounds on the young master and Zhang Wu.
The opponent might have a very good spiritual weapon in his hand, otherwise there would be no reason to defeat the strong with the weak and kill Zhang Wu.
While he was deep in thought, Cao Ye suddenly turned his head to look somewhere and shouted: "Who is there!"
As his voice fell, a handsome man in a green shirt with a graceful demeanor stepped out of the darkness. The man had a long sword on his waist. He pressed one hand on the hilt of the sword, looking calm and gentle.
He walked out like a king patrolling his territory.
The moment he saw this man, Cao Ye felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy. His spiritual power quickly activated and he gritted his teeth and shouted: "Wang Pai!"
No wonder he was so nervous. Although he was in the sixth level of Lingxi, his opponent was in the seventh level of Lingxi. Even though there was only one level difference, in the Lingxi realm, the fourth level and the seventh level were the dividing line. Crossing this
The first level of strength will be greatly improved.
In the past confrontations, Cao Ye suffered a lot of losses at the opponent's hands, so when he saw this guy appear, Cao Ye had a headache.
He was confident that he could escape. After all, he was a physical practitioner with rough skin and thick flesh. He couldn't defeat Wang Pai. He could still escape, but the three fellow disciples around him didn't have this ability.
Why did this bitch escape from Xuanmen's station if he wasn't sitting there properly? Cao Ye cursed in his heart, knowing that there must have been too much movement in his house, which attracted Xuanmen's attention.