During the fierce confrontation, their respective protective measures were broken at the same time. The sharp nails of Mo Hai Saint Pierced the flesh and blood in Lu Ye's chest. Just a few inches of flesh were used to pierce his heart.
If that's true, Lu Ye will definitely die even if he has great skills.
But the Holy Lord Mo Hai soon discovered something wrong, because the touch from his nails did not seem to pierce into some flesh and blood body, but it seemed to pierce into a thick dead tree, and the piercing force was greatly hindered.
So he immediately understood one thing: the strength of this human race is really no less than that of himself.
Only in this way can one withstand your own stings based on the strength of the body.
Although he had already noticed that the other party was not weak in the previous fight, he did not expect that he could be so strong.
It's simply incredible!
He quickly wanted to explode his strength, and struck while the iron was hot, taking Lu Ye's life with one blow. However, at this moment, a stinging pain suddenly came from his mind...
While his nails pierced Lu Ye's chest with flesh and blood, Lu Ye's Panshan Knife also slashed on him, breaking his blood and energy protection, and slashing a wound on his body.
The wound is not big. For this level of battle, it is only a physical injury, but the subsequent explosion of the power of the Soul-Slaying Sword was caught off guard by the Holy Lord Mo Hai.
In a trance, an invisible sword light seemed to slash into the sea of divine deity and slashed hard on the soul and soul body.
In the pain, Saint Lord Mo Hai groaned, and the attack in his hand couldn't help but ease. He didn't even understand what was going on. He didn't notice that Lu Ye had any signs of activate the power of his soul, but his soul was actually attacked.
Since the beginning of the battle, the faint sense of crisis that has been lingering in my heart suddenly became extremely strong. The Saint Lord Mo Hai didn't have time to do anything anymore, but he instinctively activated the blood explosion technique!
This time he detonated not his own essence and blood, but from the wound where Lu Ye's chest was pierced.
When a muffled sound came out, Lu Ye's body shook, blood splattered in his chest, his clothes were broken, and blood was blurred in an instant.
But he seemed to have not realized it, Panshan Knife swung wildly, and the overwhelming sword lights covered the Saint of Mohai like storms.
The pain in the soul had just subsided, and what followed was more and more dense pain, which continued to continue.
The Saint of Mo Hai finally knew what strange the opponent's long sword had. It could actually cause damage to itself while slashing its body.
What a strange ability, it was a huge bad news for him.
The soul was constantly slashed by the invisible sword light. At the beginning, the Holy Lord Mo Hai could bear it, but after just a moment, he could no longer bear it and screamed.
While screaming, he retreated back, trying to get rid of Lu Ye's offensive. However, Lu Ye had been waiting for this opportunity. Now that he finally waited, how could he give up easily? He was chasing him like a maggot on his bones.
When he escaped, Saint Mo Hai did not give up on his counterattack. His combat experience may be insufficient, but after all, his cultivation strength is here. How to deal with it correctly in times of crisis is an instinct in the heart.
While Lu Ye slashed at him with a knife, he also swung his fists fiercely and kept bombarding Lu Ye's body... He tried to force Lu Ye to retreat by using this method of exchanging injuries. It didn't take too long. As long as he had a few breaths and let him adjust a little, he could recover...
By then, he would never let the long sword slash him even if it was...
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At this point, the battle suddenly entered a state of intense heat.
This is how life and death fights are. It may be difficult to decide the outcome for a long time, but once one of the sides seizes a little opportunity, the battle situation will become fierce in an instant.
Every time the Panshan Knife fell, it would cause some physical injuries to the Saint Lord Mo Hai. The following soul slash hit his soul and soul, making him feel restless. In such a situation, he could not get rid of Lu Ye's pursuit at all.
In comparison, Lu Ye's injury is undoubtedly much worse than his.
Because the injuries left by Panshan Knife on him were just simple flesh and blood injuries, but every time he counterattacked, the fist force could hit Lu Ye's body, and the violent force exploded in his body. Several bones were broken with a sound, and bloodshot was covered in his right eye, and his vision became blurred. It was hit by a frontal blow by the Saint Master Mo Hai.
The situation became a bit funny. Lu Ye, who was obviously in serious injuries, was chasing the lesser-injured Saint Lord Mo Hai with a rainbow of momentum.
But many things cannot be looked at the surface. At least the two sides at the moment know in their hearts who have the advantage and who is at a disadvantage.
Gradually, there was almost no perfect place on the Holy Lord Mo Hai. There were dense cracks of knife marks everywhere on his body. The protection of blood and energy had long been broken, and it did not play any role in the face of Lu Ye's fierce slash.
The screams of the Saint Lord Mo Hai never stopped since the beginning, which made many blood clan monks watching the battle in the distance feel bad.
But they didn't know what the situation was in the blood sea, and they didn't dare to go forward and investigate easily.
Only Lan Qiyue, who is in the sea of blood, knows the development of the battle situation.
Her growth in recent years is not bad. After all, every holy species is the son of the fortune of the blood refining world. Her practice is simple and she thinks that her own strength has long surpassed that of her senior brother when she left. She wanted to give him a surprise when she saw her senior brother again, but she didn't want to get the surprise.
The senior brother is the senior brother. When she faces the Holy Lord Mo Hai, she has almost no power to fight back. However, the senior brother can make the other party feel embarrassed and fascinated for a moment.
"Let me leave, from now on, I will never set foot in a radius of 100,000 miles." Saint Lord Mo Hai suddenly spoke.
This is undoubtedly showing weakness.
He had no choice, because if he continued like this, his situation would become worse and worse, and he might really die here.
Although he is a holy species, it is a shame to speak to a human race like this, but everyone has the instinct to survive. He doesn't want to die, especially at the hands of a human race.
And he felt that even if the enemy could really kill him, he would have to pay a heavy price, so he might be able to talk to the other party.
I can only say that Saint Mo Hai was thinking too naive. At this point, how could Lu Ye easily let him leave today's battle? Of course, you either die or I die.
So in the face of the proposal of Saint Lord Mo Hai, he was indifferent and even the offensive became more fierce... Without a response, Saint Lord Mo Hai knew Lu Ye's thoughts and immediately extinguished the idea of survival. He no longer screamed because the screaming would only make him feel even more embarrassed. Facing Lu Ye's offensive, he also fought back fiercely...
He wants to bet that he can't hold on until the other party kills him
The battle between life and death between the two sides, which was evenly matched, was a competition of will and perseverance at this moment.
The soul of the Holy Lord Mo Hai was severely damaged, his mind was turbulent, Lu Ye was secretly injured and accumulated, and his body was damaged. No one was better than anyone else.
The Panshan Knife was slashed, and the sharp light flashed by, and the knife slashed fiercely at the neck of the Saint Lord Mo Hai...
Lu Ye had slashed this position many times before, and each time it made the injury on Mo Hai Saint Lord's neck worse. This knife cut off most of his neck. As long as the force is more fierce and the Panshan Knife is sharper, it can almost cut off his head.
The physical cultivation faction, when the cultivator's cultivation level is not high, is a little stronger, and does not have much advantage when facing other factions. However, as the cultivation level increases, the benefits of the physical strength gradually appear, especially when it reaches the level of the Mohai Saint Lord, the physical strength is almost as strong as a treasure of the spiritual treasure level.
Such injuries would be difficult for any monk from other faction to persist, but they are really nothing to physical cultivation.
With the slash, Lu Ye was punched hard in the chest, which made him shake his body and his heart almost stopped beating.
A mouthful of blood was spewed out uncontrollably and quickly merged into the sea of blood.
Lu Ye's consciousness also began to become blurred. It was not because he was impacted by the other party's soul, but because the injury accumulated too seriously.
Since he embarked on the road of cultivation, he has not fought with any enemies to this extent.
This is a crisis, but it is also a hard work. It is a vast sky and a dead end.
He kept instinctively slashing his sword, and exchanged injuries with strong enemies again and again. Lu Ye felt that he was about to be beaten apart, but from the beginning to the end, he maintained an offensive posture and did not take even a step back.
He didn't know how long the enemy could last, but he could never fall until the enemy actually fell.
Until at some point, when Lu Ye waved the Panshan sword again and slashed the Holy Lord Mo Hai who was close to him, the expected counterattack did not come.
Saint Lord Mo Hai maintained his punching posture, and his whole body seemed to have been imposed on a fixed body. He stood there stiffly, allowing the sword light to continue to slash against him.
His eyes were dim and there was no chance of life. Even the originally fierce aura on his body was completely wiped out.
He's dead
It was not killed by Lu Ye, but the soul was broken and died
The soul-slashing sword's repeated soul slashes accumulated in size and became big, and finally his soul and soul body could not bear it and completely shattered.
This was something Lu Ye didn't expect. He had been working hard to cut off the head of the Saint Lord Mo Hai, but failed to succeed. Instead, he killed the other party's soul first.
Looking at the Saint of Mo Hai in front of him, Lu Ye gasped quickly, slowly raised the Panshan knife in his hand, and slashed it down for the last time.
This knife still slashed at the neck of the Saint Lord Mo Hai, but it was no longer hindered. When the blade passed by, the Saint Lord Mo Hai separated.
At the edge of the Sea of Blood, Lan Qiyue rushed towards Lu Ye's location. It was obvious that she also realized that this battle had been divided into life and death.
Lu Ye had no time to take his blood back into his body, and his eyes went dark and completely unconscious. Before he fell into a coma, Lan Qiyue's panic screams came faintly in his ears.
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