Hearing Lu Ye's unruly words, An Xiong smiled bitterly.
After a few days of sight, Lu Ye once again advanced to the ninth level of body-building. This cultivation speed really shocked An Xiong. But at this moment, there were more than fifty Blood Knife Gangs who were more than sixth level of body-building.
Anxiong saw that among these fifty gangs, there were at least eight Ninth Levels of Body Forging.
Lu Ye killed Di Qing, who was in the ninth level of body forging a few days ago, and Anxiong had heard of it.
But in front of the eight ninth level of body-forging, Anxiong still had no confidence in Lu Ye.
Although Lu Ye has repeatedly created miracles, strength is the first guarantee for creating miracles in front of such powerful opponents.
An Xiong's eyes signaled, and the nine-level hunting slave who was following closely behind also rushed forward and followed Lu Ye.
And those hunting slaves who are in the eighth level and the seventh level of the body have assumed the responsibility of protecting the hunting slaves at the bottom.
It is said to be protection, but when the two armies go to war, they will inevitably be in a stalemate, and the hunting slaves at the bottom can only leave their fate.
Among the Heavenly Battle Team, Cheng Hu is the most powerful on the Blood Sword Gang. Xiao Shi, as the strongest person in the slave hunting field, wants to avoid Cheng Hu and then attack Han Yang.
It is true that Xiao Shi is a genius and has a profound cultivation level. Even though he is practicing high-level skills, Xiao Shi is still very scheming at this moment. When he collides with Cheng Hu, the best result is that both sides suffer losses.
It is even possible that Xiao Shi was killed by Cheng Hu!
This is something that Xiao Shi couldn't accept.
Originally, Xiao Shi planned to let Cheng Hu and Wang Guang and Liang Zhan deal with it behind him.
But Cheng Hu seemed to have guessed Xiao Shi's thoughts and laughed loudly. The fluctuations of spiritual power in the perfect period unfolded instantly, and the goal was even more focused on Xiao Shi.
Afterwards, Liu Hui was the first to take the brunt and rushed towards Liu Yan directly.
Among the four inner disciples of Qingyang Sect, Liu Yan is the weakest!
When Xu Qing and Di Long saw this, they were rushing towards the remaining Wang Guang and Liang Zhan.
Only Han Yang was always locked in Mo Qing.
Han Yang stayed in the slave hunting ground for more than a year. The most mysterious one of this year was Mo Qing.
Han Yang has already determined that the person the Tianhuo Sect is looking for is Lin Huo. Mo Qing and Lin Huo are the most intimate.
This time, Han Yang wanted to test whether there were more clues on Mo Qing!
The sky has opened, and there are also sounds of killing sounds on the ground.
The green short blade splattered cold light, and at this moment, it was filled with Lu Ye's powerful energy and attacked freely in front of Lu Ye.
Among the Blood Sword Gangs, the first one is the sixth level of body-building gang with the lowest cultivation level.
At this moment, Lu Ye felt like he had entered a world of no one. Every time the short green blade flew, a string of blood flowers were rolled up, mixed with a burst of wail.
Then, a corpse fell on the ground, shaking a little dust.
"one!"
"two!"
"Three!"
...
“Seven!”
His eyes were still calm and his expression did not change at all. In an instant, Lu Ye was infiltrated into the crowd and killed everyone!
After that, An Xiong and others, seeing Lu Ye as such brave, naturally did not dare to let it go. They shouted loudly, and their energy surged and entered the battle group.
The hunting slaves led by Anxiong were all Mo Qing's men.
Before, Mo Qing had already ordered that this great disaster would definitely kill the enemy while protecting himself.
As expected, just as Mo Qing asked, this time, the number of enemies killed became the only criterion for entering Qingyang Sect!
The lower-level hunters later had long been used to seeing blood. Seeing Lu Ye as brave as he was, his blood was boiling. All the lower-level hunters gathered together and kept advancing.
For a time, the enemy who was hunted by Lu Ye and others were surrounded by the hunting slaves at the bottom, and was easily killed by the hunting slaves at the bottom.
The battle situation opened, and fifty enemies were caught off guard by Lu Ye's ghostly fighting. In just a few breaths, ten gangs were killed!
This is what the Blood Knife Gang doesn't want to see.
In a moment of thought, Wang Feng, who was hiding in the Blood Sword Gang, flashed and stood in front of Lu Ye.
Half a month ago, Wang Feng wanted to hunt Lu Ye himself. But at that time, Han Yang did not allow it.
But now, Wang Feng has this opportunity.
Wang Feng and Chen Qin have been in the ninth level of body for two years. Although he has not made any breakthrough, as the captain of the guard guard in the slave hunting ground, his cultivation is definitely not comparable to that of the A-level hunting slaves!
At this moment, behind Wang Feng, there were three guards who were both at the ninth level of body-forging.
Four Nine-level forging bodies blocked Lu Ye's way in an instant.
But Lu Ye was not afraid at all, and his eyes lit up when he saw Wang Feng appear.
Warriors can not only improve their cultivation in practice, but also stimulate their potential in battle.
Lu Ye knew this very well after ten days of training in the back mountain of Qingyang Sect. At this moment, the four hunting slaves with nine levels of body-building are exactly what Lu Ye is most looking forward to.
Going against the current is meaningless!
"Lu Ye, how arrogant in the past. Today I will look back and see how you escape!"
After talking, Wang Feng smiled fiercely and rushed towards Lu Ye with bare hands. However, Wang Feng's palms were red, and he could see that he was filled with strong energy at a glance.
Anxiong, who had just entered the battle group not far away, saw this scene and his face tightened, "Lu Ye, be careful!"
Then, his body suddenly surged, but he was about to rush here and fight side by side with Lu Ye.
The three guards behind Wang Feng smiled and two guards looked at each other and faced Anxiong.
The third guard also followed Wang Feng and rushed straight to Lu Ye!
Looking at Wang Feng coming towards him, Lu Ye still looked unchanged. He just looked at his right hand, and the short green blade flew out directly, turning into a white light, and heading towards Wang Feng.
The sharp energy stinged Wang Feng's eyes, and Wang Feng's heart tightened. He knew that Di Qing's death was caused by this weapon.
Without avoiding it, Wang Feng still had great confidence in his cultivation. He expelled his palms, and the two balls of energy instantly condensed into two palm prints, and rushed straight into the white light.
Wang Feng was confident that even if he could not hit Lu Ye this time, he was enough to stop Lu Ye's green short blade.
But the next moment, Wang Feng knew about his mistake.
The white light transformed from the short green blade was about to touch Wang Feng's two huge palm prints, but it turned around, but it did not come to Wang Feng, but aimed at the ninth-level guard of the forging body not far away.
The green light flashed, and a string of blood flowers was rolled up again. Wang Feng looked back and saw that the guard who was standing beside him was stabbed by the green light in such a short time.
At this moment, the green light penetrated deeply into the guard's chest.
Wang Feng clearly saw that there was actually silver wire at the end of the green light. The other end of the silver wire was on Lu Ye's right finger.
No wonder this little sword is so flexible and free, it turns out to be controlled by silver wire!
Wang Feng now understands that Lu Ye can give Wang Feng a chance to consider it!
A purple light flashed above the silver thread, and Lu Ye injected his energy into the short green blade again. Then, a ball of purple light burst out from the guard's body instantly.
Qingmang took the opportunity to pull out and returned to Lu Ye's hand again. However, the guard's chest was already terrible. A burst of passion rushed from the guard's chest.
The guard of the ninth level of body-forging fell to the ground and died without any resistance in Lu Ye's hands!
Wang Feng was a little confused.
Ordinary weapons only expanded the attack range. But the weapons Lu Ye held at this moment could actually pour energy into it!
Wang Feng knew that only mid-level weapons could pour the energy into the weapons. But Lu Ye was originally a lowly slave expelled by Qingyang Sect.
Just now, Wang Feng also knew the attitude of Xiao Shi and others towards Lu Ye. Lu Ye was definitely not the suspicion of Qingyang Sect in the slave hunting ground. Lu Ye was just a despicable slave who was expelled from Qingyang Sect.
How could a slave have such a powerful weapon?
There was a question in my heart, but Lu Ye did not give Wang Feng any time to think.
The moment the guard fell to the ground, the green light suddenly rose again and rushed towards Wang Feng.
Wang Feng was extremely angry, his hands were clasped again, and then a huge mass of energy appeared in front of Wang Feng.
"Demon Flame Hand, Kill!"
Roaring, Wang Feng slapped his palms again. But this time, not only were the two powerful palm prints shot out.
Every time Wang Feng slapped his palms, a powerful palm print would sound like breaking through the air and rushed straight to Lu Ye. Wang Feng took five moves and five palm prints contained a breath of destruction and rushed towards Lu Ye.
Five palm prints suddenly filled the middle of the two, echoing each other, completely covering Lu Ye. Each palm shadow appeared red, like a flame, and more like a burning meteorite hitting Lu Ye!
Although Lu Ye was brave, he knew the power of this martial arts palm seal. He just couldn't avoid it. Lu Ye gritted his teeth and the first level of the Nine Turns Xuan Seal suddenly flowed in his heart, and a trace of energy once again grew in his body.
Suddenly, Lu Ye's robe swelled without wind, and there was endless energy surging in his robe.
The purple light appeared again in Lu Ye's eyes. The speed of the five palm prints instantly slowed down several times.
With his hands closed and holding the short green blade tightly, Lu Ye at this moment fully demonstrated the power of the ninth level of body-forging, showed his strength, and faced with the Pinlai Palm Print.
Anxiong, not far away, also killed the two nine-level guards who intercepted him with the help of several companions. His robe was covered in blood, and he couldn't help but rest. Anxiong showed his figure again and rushed towards Lu Ye.
But just from the perspective of his vision, An Xiong opened his mouth wide and was so surprised that he couldn't speak.
Lu Ye had long hair in front of him, and a purple energy spread out from his head. Lu Ye still held the green short blade in his hands, protecting him in front of him.
What shocked An Xiong was not this, but the short green blade tightly clasped in Lu Ye’s hand!
The short green blade at this moment is no longer a blue sword body, with purple stars lingering around the sword body. In an instant, the short green blades meet and become two colors!
Afterwards, the purple light instantly emitted a dazzling light, covering all the blue colors!
When the five palm prints were about to bombard Lu Ye's body, Lu Ye's body moved again.
"cut!"
Lu Ye shouted loudly, folded his hands and moved forward, and the sword body with a short green blade in his hand released even more dazzling light.
But this light flashed by. An Xiong opened his eyes in the distance and looked again, but he found that several purple lights rushed towards the five palm prints. After counting carefully, there were as many as ten purple lights.
An Xiong looked carefully and realized that these ten purple lights were not simply attacks of energy, but small swords formed by the energy condensed by the energy! Looking at the shape of the small sword, it was exactly the same as the short green blade tightly held in Lu Ye’s hand!
boom!
A loud sound burst open in front of Lu Ye. The ten small swords of strong energy finally collided with the five palm prints.
Layers of hot air waves surging and rolling in the air, mixed with the rolled dust rolling in all directions.
After the dust passed, there was no trace of Wang Feng's martial arts palm print. But the ten small swords of strong energy still existed, and their speed did not decrease at all, just like an arrow from a string, shooting towards the shocked Wang Feng.