The ghost cultivator died too quickly, so quickly that his two companions didn't even have time to lend a helping hand. However, this didn't mean that the ghost cultivator's strength was really so weak. Which cultivator who could participate in this grand event was weak?
It was just that Lu Ye's timing was too exquisite, and his counterattack was almost at the moment when the ghost cultivator attacked with all his strength.
In order to achieve the effect of a one-hit kill, all the ghost cultivators would erupt with all their strength at the moment of attack. This was also the time when the ghost cultivator's defense was at its weakest.
The opportunity flashed by, but Lu Ye was able to grasp it perfectly. How could a ghost cultivator with almost no defense survive under the crackling of the Pan Shan Saber?
This kind of reaction wasn't something that everyone could have. One had to go through a series of life and death battles to accumulate the experience of facing an enemy.
He looked at the female cultivator in silence, as if he was looking at a dead person.
The female cultivator's hair stood on end, and waves of tingling pain came from all over her body. This was an instinctive reaction when the sense of crisis was strong to the extreme. She was also a person who had been on the battlefield for a long time, so how could she not know what this meant?
Without waiting for Lu Ye to attack again, she decisively retreated and shouted, "Zhu Hou, this old lady won't get involved in your stupid business!"
These words seemed to be said to her companions, but in fact, they were said to Lu Ye to make her position clear. Even so, she still didn't dare to let down her guard, afraid that Lu Ye would chase after her with a saber. What made her feel lucky was that the weapon cultivator opposite her just stared at her and didn't have the slightest intention of chasing after her.
Only when she retreated to a relatively safe distance did the female cultivator hurriedly turn around and quickly leave.
The few of them were extremely loose allies. When there were benefits, everyone could work together for a short period of time, but once there was trouble, they would fall apart.
The female cultivator could retreat, but Zhu Hou couldn't. He remembered Lu Ye, and how could Lu Ye not remember him? Since he chose to fight here, there was no possibility of a good ending.
Before leaving, her elders had already warned her that if there was a chance, she must deal with this weapon cultivator and help them vent their anger.
Therefore, almost at the instant the female cultivator retreated, Zhu Hou brazenly pounced at Lu Ye. Even though Lu Ye had already displayed his powerful strength by killing the ghost cultivator with a single slash, he wasn't afraid at all, because dealing with weapon cultivators was what he was best at.
As he pounced, three pitch-black balls suddenly appeared around him and spun rapidly around his body.
In the blink of an eye, they were right in front of Lu Ye, but before they could even make a move, the three pitch-black balls were already spinning towards him.
Although Lu Ye didn't know what the balls were, he didn't know how to deal with them. His Pan Shan Saber slashed through the gaps between the three balls.
This blade could have landed on Zhu Hou's body, but the black balls that had been rotating in a rather orderly manner suddenly became chaotic. One of the black balls strangely paused, just in time to block the Mountain Pan Blade's slash.
It was too late for Lu Ye to stop his attack. The long saber hit the black ball, but it didn't break. He didn't even feel much force. The black ball suddenly collapsed and turned into a ball of black light that clung onto the Pan Shan Saber. In an instant, the Pan Shan Saber became incomparably heavy. That wasn't all. The other two balls of black light also clung onto the Pan Shan Saber, making it even heavier.
This was the first time Lu Ye felt like he couldn't lift his saber. The terrifying weight even caused his body to sink slightly.
He finally knew what the three balls of black light were. They could actually cling onto a weapon cultivator's weapon and increase its weight like a mountain.
A weapon cultivator without a weapon was like a tiger without its teeth. How much of his strength could he unleash?
This was Zhu Hou's unique method to deal with weapon cultivators. Relying on this unique secret technique, two weapon cultivators had already died at his hands. He believed that the one in front of him wouldn't be an exception.
Therefore, he laughed and smashed his fist down. "Die!"
This punch was like a thunderbolt. It was extremely powerful. As the fist energy surged out, even the void began to distort.
He thought that he would at least be able to smash this weapon cultivator's nose and face until it was swollen. Unexpectedly, the other party's reaction was extremely fast.
The moment the two fists collided, the smile on Zhu Ge's face froze. This was because he felt a copious amount of power from the other party's fist that was difficult to resist. This power was so great that even he felt that he was somewhat inferior to it.
This was a weapon cultivator? Zhu Ge suddenly wondered if he had made an error in judgment.
Just as he was lost in thought, Lu Ye had already kicked out. This instinctive reaction was extremely fast. Zhu Hou didn't have any time to react.
He was kicked in the stomach without any room to react. His entire body flew out like a ragged sack.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Lu Ye lowered his head to look at his Pan Shan Saber. He tried to lift it up and wave it, but it was incomparably difficult. At this moment, the Pan Shan Saber had become extremely heavy. He tried to urge his spirit energy to disperse the black light attached to the saber, but it was to no avail. That layer of black light didn't seem to be anything substantial, but in fact, it was countless tiny and strange black sand. Each grain was very heavy.
This should be something that Zhu Hou had specially refined to deal with the treasures of cultivators. Whether it was the weapon of a weapon cultivator or the flying sword of a sword cultivator, once it was contaminated, it would be impossible to use it freely.
From this point of view, any cultivator who needed to rely on the spirit treasure in their hands to display their full strength would not have an advantage against this Zhu Hou.
Sure enough, the starry sky was vast and full of strange things. Lu Ye had fought with cultivators of various races before, and he had always been able to broaden his horizons. He had thought that he was experienced and knowledgeable, but who would have thought that he was still ignorant.
It was undeniable that this black sand was a strange object, but Lu Ye didn't know what it was exactly.
Without thinking too much, he raised his eyes to look at Zhu Hou, who had finally stood up not far away. Lu Ye's hand loosened, and the Pan Shan Saber fell straight down.
Zhu Hou was dumbfounded.
In the past, he had used his own unique method to deal with weapon cultivators. Every time, he would make those people flustered because no weapon cultivator would easily abandon their weapon. What kind of weapon cultivator would a weapon cultivator without a weapon be called a weapon cultivator? In particular, the weapons of weapon cultivators had generally followed the weapon cultivator for many years. They were an extension of the weapon cultivator's body and could not be easily abandoned.
He could use this point to put the weapon cultivator in a dilemma, control the rhythm of the battle, and then decide their life and death.
However, what he saw in front of him was obviously a little abnormal. The weapon cultivator opposite him had actually thrown away his long saber so easily?
If the saber is here, the man will be here. If the saber is lost, the man will die. Where is the pride and persistence of you weapon cultivators?
Boom …
When a loud sound rang out, the Pan Shan Saber that fell from the sky smashed into the valley below like a meteorite. The huge impact caused cracks to appear in the ground, strong winds to blow, and the trees to sway.
At the same time, Zhu Hou's body was swaying.
Without him, Lu Ye had already rushed in front of the other party. He took out a short pestle in each hand. It was the two spirit treasures from the arachnid expert Yan Ji.
Without the Pan Shan Saber, he could not use his full strength, but if it was just to deal with a body cultivator, it didn't matter whether he had the Pan Shan Saber or not.
In any case, it was just a close combat, and one person could defeat ten people. The two short pestles turned into afterimages as they smashed towards Zhu Hou. He had not refined these two spirit treasures, so he was unable to activate the restrictions within them. The only thing he could display was the support of his own strength.
Zhu Hou raised his arm to block and punched back with his other hand. The spirit power and blood in his body surged wildly.
At first, he could still fight back, but he soon realized that something was wrong. Compared to him, an orthodox body cultivator, the weapon cultivator opposite him surpassed him in speed and strength.
This forced him to defend with all his strength.
Clanging sounds kept echoing in the valley. It had to be said that the body of a body cultivator was really tough. Even Lu Ye's crazy attacks were all blocked by him. The feedback of the attacks hitting his body made Lu Ye feel as if he had hit an impenetrable wall.
When the cultivator's cultivation was low, the body cultivator's physique was stronger than that of other factions, but the advantage was not too obvious. However, as the cultivation increased, the benefits of a strong physique would become greater and greater. At the level of the Spirit Sea Realm, the body cultivator's body was the spirit treasure they relied on the most.
Therefore, cultivators at this level would rarely use defensive treasures, because the defensive strength of those treasures might not be stronger than their physique. In battle, they would have to spend a lot of effort to activate the power of the treasures. The gains did not make up for the losses.
But this did not mean that body cultivators did not have defensive spirit treasures. They always had to prepare one or two in case of emergency!
Zhu Ge also had a defensive spirit treasure on him. Seeing that the situation was not good, he immediately urged it out and turned it into a shield to cover his body. In an instant, his whole body became bright, as if covered in a layer of golden light.
But this layer of golden light only lasted for less than ten breaths of time before it broke. No matter how strong the defense was, it could not withstand such an endless bombardment, and such a violent and brute force bombardment.
The moment the golden light shattered, a look of despair flashed across Zhu Nao's eyes. He knew that this trip would not bode well for him.
In the past, every weapon that could restrain a weapon cultivator had been successful, but this time, the boat had capsized in the ditch.
Sure enough, there was an old saying that if you often walk by the river, your shoes will get wet.
With a cracking sound, Zhu Ge's arms were broken, and his face showed a painful expression. With this blow, his solid blood and Qi protection was also turbulent.
Like the last straw that broke the camel's back, his original perseverance and resistance turned into a total collapse at this moment.
His face showed a fierce expression, and instead of retreating, he opened his broken arms, as if he wanted to hug Lu Ye. Looking at his appearance, it was clear that even if he was going to die, he would still bite Lu Ye.
How could Lu Ye let him do as he wished? As his figure lightly floated back, he waved the two short pestles in his hands even more fiercely, and they were all aimed at his head.
When the last pestle fell, Zhu Ge's head suddenly burst open, and a rain of blood splattered all over the sky, like a blooming blood rose.
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