No one had expected Lu Ye to take the initiative to attack. This caused many people in Myriad Demon Ridge to suspect that he was seeking death because his Spirit Artifact was broken …
In a flash, the two had already exchanged blows. Clanging sounds rang out as their Spirit Artifacts collided.
Hu Ping was also a Weapon Cultivator, and the Spirit Artifact in his hand was also a sabre, but unlike Lu Ye's sabre, Hu Ping's was much wider and shorter. It was a traditional machete.
As a disciple of a Third-Grade Sect, Hu Ping's strength was not bad. Although he did not have a record of killing enemies above his realm, few people in the same realm were his opponents.
In particular, when he displayed his Sabre Technique, it was like a gust of wind sweeping away fallen leaves. If Lu Ye's sabre was sharp and aggressive, then Hu Ping's sabre was violent and fierce.
However, after fighting with Lu Ye, a Fifth-Order cultivator, Hu Ping was shocked to find that he could not display his Sabre Technique at all. His opponent's Spirit Artifact was broken, but Hu Ping's speed and strength were not something he could compete with.
After a few slashes, Yang Kai was unable to block his opponent's fierce attacks. His body kept retreating as the web between his thumb and forefinger cracked. He felt like he wasn't fighting a Fifth-Order cultivator at all, but a ferocious beast covered in Blood Qi.
The pressure was too strong!
With a clang, Hu Ping's body leaned back, and the Spirit Artifact in his hand almost flew out. He wanted to stabilize his body, but his foot slipped.
Too many people had died in this ring, and the blood of the challengers had dyed the entire Golden Light Peak red. Hu Ping, who had just stepped onto the stage, suffered a big loss because of this.
A bright sabre light flashed, and Hu Ping forcibly stabilized his body. He wanted to block with his sabre, but the sabre light bypassed his Spirit Artifact and slashed down fiercely.
At this moment, it was too late to block. Hu Ping also had a lot of experience in life and death battles, so he steeled his heart and slashed his sabre towards Lu Ye's neck.
The battle had only started for ten breaths, but the two sides were already in a life and death situation, causing exclamations from all around.
There was no panic in Hu Ping's eyes, because he knew that Lu Ye's broken blade couldn't do anything to him. His opponent's spirit weapon was indeed of good quality, but since it was broken, it couldn't display its original power, so it wasn't much of a threat to him.
However, this slash of his was different. It was aimed at Lu Ye's neck. If the other party did not activate that defensive spirit pattern, this slash would be able to determine life and death!
Just as he expected, when his spirit weapon slashed at Lu Ye's neck, the spirit inscriptions there blocked the attack. However, he did not stop. Instead, he continued to press forward, using this opportunity to consume his opponent's spirit energy.
However, the pain in his chest gave him a shock. He spat out blood, and Hu Ping could not care about anything else. He hurriedly used the force of the chop to jump back.
Lowering his head to look, he saw that there was a foot-long wound on his chest, and the armor he wore had been directly cut open, losing all of its spiritual light!
Hu Ping's scalp suddenly felt numb. He couldn't figure out what was going on.
The reason he dared to take Lu Ye's blade head on was because the spirit weapon in Lu Ye's hand was broken, greatly reducing its power. The second reason was that he had an armor protecting him. Although the quality of this armor was not high, it still had some defensive power. Several times, he had relied on this armor to escape danger.
However, this time, the armor had been cut open, unable to provide him with any protection.
Wasn't his opponent's spirit weapon broken? How could it still be so sharp?
All kinds of thoughts churned in his mind, but there was no time to think because Lu Ye had already taken advantage of Hu Ping's distraction to stab out with his blade.
Fiery red spiritual power clung to the broken long saber, containing an indestructible power. Hu Ping roared and raised his saber to block.
Clanging sounds rang out again as the two of them exchanged blows. However, Hu Ping had been distracted and was now completely suppressed. He felt that not only was his opponent's offensive fierce, but it was also endless.
After a dozen breaths of time, Hu Ping suddenly froze in place. He raised the large blade in his hand but was powerless to swing it down. He looked down at his chest, his eyes full of fear.
At his chest, the broken blade had pierced through the broken armor without any hindrance.
Close at hand, their eyes met. Lu Ye looked at the enemy in front of him with a calm expression. "I am called Lu Ye! Blue Blood Sect's Lu Ye! "
With a kick, Hu Ping flew far away and fell to the ground, motionless.
Lu Ye gasped for breath and staggered back to his previous position. He sat down cross-legged, threw a spirit pill into his mouth, and lowered his head.
Above the golden light, there was still no sound.
After a while, Hu Ping's senior brother came forward to check and found that Hu Ping was deader than dead!
Whispers began to ring out, and gradually became noisy …
Hu Ping had also been defeated! In this battle where Myriad Devil Ridge was infinitely close to victory, Hu Ping had been killed!
One had to know that Myriad Devil Ridge was prepared to end this dispute in this battle. No matter who saw it, Lu Ye, whose spirit weapon was broken, was no match for Hu Ping.
But in fact, Hu Ping had only taken two slashes from Lu Ye before dying.
Lu Ye had also been slashed twice by him, but both were neutralized by the defensive spirit rune.
Some cultivators had already seen the problem. It was still the spirit weapon. Although it was broken, it did not seem to affect its power.
The Myriad Devil Ridge cultivator called Zian had a grave expression and his face was slightly pale. He was secretly glad that Lu Ye had chosen Hu Ping. Otherwise, he might have been the one to fall in this battle.
Everyone thought that Lu Ye's fangs had been broken, but who knew that those broken fangs were still as sharp and unstoppable!
Looking at the figure sitting there quietly with his head lowered, as if he could fall at any time, Zian sighed softly.
Although Hu Ping had been killed, it would not affect him too much. The next battle would be him. If he lost … then only the people from the Sacred Flame Sect would be left. That guy from the Sacred Flame Sect was weaker than him and Hu Ping, so there was no hope for him.
So, no matter what, he could not lose this battle!
If he wanted to win, he could not be cut by his opponent. The lethality of that spirit weapon was too terrifying, but he was also a Weapon Refiner. When he fought in close combat, he could not avoid it.
He had a headache!
Before he could come up with a countermeasure, someone from Myriad Devil Ridge reminded him, "Time's up!"
Li Baxian glared fiercely!
When Lu Ye began to rest, the incense that he had lit went out. Lu Ye, who had been resting with his head lowered, raised his head again. Under the gaze of thousands of eyes, he stood up with his broken saber as support, his body staggering and his footsteps unsteady.
The group of Myriad Devil Ridge cultivators' eyelids twitched. Lu Ye looked like he could fall at any time, but it turned out that once this guy started fighting, he began to become more energetic.
If they had not seen him fight more than forty battles in a row with their own eyes, they would have thought that this guy was just putting on an act.
No one knew what kind of faith and willpower was supporting this trivial Fifth Order cultivator to not fall, allowing him to remain invincible in the blood-soaked arena.
Zian walked out and the two sides introduced themselves as usual.
Lu Ye's ears were buzzing, caused by overdraft of his energy. He could not hear what the others were saying, but it did not matter. Big Senior Sister would remember it.
* Hong … *
The moment Spirit Qi exploded, the two figures rushed towards each other. This Myriad Devil Ridge cultivator was not frightened by Lu Ye's terrifying record and did not even take a defensive stance. Instead, he took the initiative to fight. As a fellow Weapon Refiner, they both knew that offense was the best defense!
The sound of spirit weapons colliding could be heard as the two figures constantly moved around in the arena. Sparks flew everywhere as they collided.
Everyone from the Myriad Demons Ridge felt their hearts in their throats. They knew that if they lost this battle, they would really have no chance. Although there was still the Sacred Flame Sect left, that person from the Sacred Flame Sect was not as strong as Hu Ping or Zi An. If they were to fight against Lu Ye, only death would await them.
Three breaths, five breaths, ten breaths, twenty breaths, fifty breaths …
The Myriad Devil Ridge cultivators who were nervously watching the battle breathed a sigh of relief. The situation had stabilized!
All of them secretly praised Lu Ye. As expected of a second-grade Sect, Lu Ye's foundation was indeed stronger than the others. None of the previous challengers had been able to fight Lu Ye for such a long time without showing any signs of weakness.
Some people had lasted for a long time under Lu Ye's hands, but they had only been chased around. They had been focused on consuming Lu Ye's Spirit Qi and laying the foundation for victory for their successors. This was the first time someone had been able to fight Lu Ye head-on for so long.
With this kind of strength, he already had the capital to fight above his realm.
At this moment, the more Lu Ye fought, the more awake he became. Although his ears were still buzzing and there were even some blurry scenes flashing before his eyes, the pressure from the other side told him that this was an opponent whose strength and speed were not inferior to his.
To deal with such an opponent, he could only end the battle quickly.
Lu Ye knew his situation. He did not have much Spirit Qi left. If he continued to fight like this, he would definitely not be able to hold on. Once his Spirit Qi was exhausted and he could not defeat his opponent, he would only be waiting for death.
As this thought flashed through his mind, he did not block or dodge the opponent's attack. Instead, he slashed out with his saber.
This attack gave the Myriad Demon Ridge cultivator a fright. Lu Ye dared to take his attack, but he did not dare to take Lu Ye's saber. The many lives he had taken before told him that the spirit artifact in Lu Ye's hand was ridiculously strong. It was not a spirit artifact that a low-level cultivator could possess.
He hurriedly dodged.
His rhythm was instantly disrupted. Originally, he and Lu Ye were evenly matched, but when he began to defend, he lost his initial sharpness and his hands and feet became tied.
As one retreated and one advanced, Lu Ye had already slashed out seven or eight times. Although he was not able to do his best, the situation had already begun to reverse. Lu Ye gradually gained the upper hand and slowly suppressed his opponent.
The man obviously knew that this could not go on. Just as he was thinking of countermeasures, there was a cracking sound and his hand suddenly became lighter.
Looking up, he was shocked. His spirit artifact had been cut in half!
Lu Ye had fought more than forty battles in a row. Other than his spirit artifact saber being cut in half by the Myriad Demon Ridge, he had never cut an enemy's spirit artifact in half.
The Sharpness Spirit Inscription was indeed powerful, but the spirit artifact itself was also very sturdy. His previous opponents had either been killed by a few slashes or avoided a direct confrontation with him. He naturally did not have this opportunity.
But the person in front of him was different. Previously, when the two sides fought, every time their spirit artifacts collided! Even if Lu Ye did not activate the Sharpness Spirit Inscription every time, his opponent's spirit artifact would not be able to withstand it.
The saber slashed down, bringing with it a spray of blood!
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