Lu Ye didn't know how high Zhou Cheng's cultivation was, but it was still much stronger than his.
Even if Zhou Cheng was injured, he wasn't someone a one-apertured cultivator like him could deal with at will. Killing intent could only be realized with corresponding means, and Lu Ye's means were Sharpness!
When he had nothing to do before, he had experimented with Sharpness. This spiritual tattoo could not only be applied to his palm, but also to weapons, and it was more effective.
Zhou Cheng couldn't help but be absent-minded at that moment. He didn't know when Lu Ye had become a cultivator!
The two swords collided with a crisp crack. Zhou Cheng was surprised to find that his long sword had been cut in half at the waist.
This gave him quite a fright. To have his weapon break while facing an enemy was undoubtedly a huge blow to his confidence.
Just as Zhou Cheng was in shock, Lu Ye's second attack arrived.
After breaking Zhou Cheng's sword, he immediately raised his sword and slashed at Zhou Cheng's neck.
He didn't know any sword techniques, nor did he master any mysterious moves. He could only use the simplest slash.
Zhou Cheng was scared out of his wits. At this moment, they were too close to each other and it was too late to retreat. He could only use his remaining spiritual power to protect himself. Logically speaking, with his cultivation, he should be able to withstand the attack of a one-apertured cultivator like Lu Ye. Even if the other party had a weapon in his hand, he shouldn't be able to break his spiritual power protection.
However, when the long sword fell, Zhou Cheng's protective spiritual qi didn't have the effect it should have. The long sword first broke through the layer of protection, then directly cut Zhou Cheng's neck.
The sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh rang out, and Lu Ye felt a few drops of warm blood splatter on his face.
"Bastard!" Zhou Cheng was furious that he had been injured by Lu Ye, a slave miner, in a moment of carelessness. He raised his hand and slapped at Lu Ye.
However, Lu Ye had already let go of the long sword and ran into the depths of the mine without looking back.
Hearing Zhou Cheng's pursuit behind him, Lu Ye ran even faster.
Gradually, he felt that there was no sound behind him, so he stopped.
After waiting for a while, he turned back and saw Zhou Cheng's figure on the ground. He wasn't sure whether the other party was dead or not, so he picked up a few stones and threw them at him, but Zhou Cheng didn't react at all.
He gathered his courage and went to Zhou Cheng's side. Looking down, he saw a large amount of blood staining the ground under Zhou Cheng's body. The long sword was still stuck in his neck, and he had long been dead.
Lu Ye's second attack didn't directly take Zhou Cheng's life, but it still cut off half of his opponent's neck. How could Zhou Cheng survive such a serious injury?
Lu Ye's's Was Lu Ye's? He let out a long sigh, realizing more and more how dangerous this world was.
He walked forward and grabbed the hilt of the sword. Just as he was about to pull the sword out, he noticed something strange from the corner of his eye. He looked up and felt a chill run down his spine.
Because another person had appeared in front of him at some point in time, Lu Ye did not notice at all.
Lu's's's, his's? For some reason, Lu Ye had such a thought. If this person wanted to kill him, he could do it with just a flick of his finger, even if he had the [Sharpness].
Gritting his teeth, Lu Ye suppressed the panic in his heart. He pulled out the long sword and put it in front of him in a defensive posture. His body trembled slightly because of nervousness.
Sensing Lu Ye's hostility, the newcomer couldn't help but laugh, "I sensed spiritual energy fluctuations here, so I came to investigate. Don't be nervous."
As he said this, he stepped forward until he was in front of Zhou Cheng. He looked down and nodded slightly, "Evil Moon Valley's remnant." He then looked up at Lu Ye, "Which sect are you?"
The distance between them was less than ten feet, and Lu Ye could clearly see the appearance of the newcomer. It was an elderly man with a ruddy complexion, a tall stature, and a slightly low and hoarse voice, but there was a kind of indescribable affinity to it.
Combined with the old man's question, Lu Ye immediately guessed and replied, "Black Heaven Sect!"
"Black Heaven Sect?" The old man was a little surprised, "The Black Heaven Sect that was destroyed a year ago?"
"Yes!" Lu Ye gave an affirmative answer.
The old man couldn't help but look up and down at him, "So, you're a slave miner who was captured?"
"Yes." Lu Ye nodded.
The old man was instantly surprised. A slave miner killed a cultivator from Evil Moon Valley. If he had not seen it with his own eyes, no one would have believed it.
"What's your cultivation base?" The old man asked again.
"I've gained some enlightenment," Lu Ye replied. He realized what the old man meant, so he took the initiative to explain, "He was injured, so I ambushed him."
The old man looked at him with a smile, "You're quite brave."
"Sir, are you from the Haotian Alliance?" Although Lu Ye had guessed, he had to confirm it.
The old man reached out to stroke his beard, "Yes, I'm from the Haotian Alliance."
Lu Ye was elated. It seemed like Manager Yang's worry was right. The Haotian Alliance had attacked, and Evil Moon Valley couldn't defend this mine at all. This could be seen from the fact that the old man had already killed his way into the mine.
Currently, the Haotian Alliance was probably in charge of the mine.
As for whether the old man was lying to him, there was no need for that. The difference between their strengths was too big. If the old man really wanted to harm him, he could kill him with a lift of his hand.
"Sir, please save me from the abyss of suffering!" Lu Ye hurriedly said.
He wanted to leave this mine tunnel. He didn't know if he would encounter any danger along the way. Now that he finally met such a senior expert, he naturally wanted to hug his thigh and be safe.
The old man nodded and said, "Then follow me. I'm going out too."
"Thank you, sir!" Lu Ye was very grateful.
After the old man finished speaking, he led the way in front. However, Lu Ye didn't follow him immediately. Instead, he squatted down and searched Zhou Cheng's body.
Soon, he found a storage pouch.
Basically, every cultivator had a storage pouch. It didn't seem to be something too precious.
Lu Ye was in a good mood. He jogged to catch up with the old man.
The old man glanced at him and reached out his hand with a smile, "Give it to me!"
Lu Ye instantly felt uncomfortable as if he had eaten a fly. However, considering the current situation, he obediently handed over the storage pouch.
The old man took the storage pouch and wiped the opening of the pouch. A ray of light flashed.
Just as Lu Ye was cursing in his heart, the old man threw the storage pouch back. "I'll kindly accept this bottle of Dragon Tiger Pills. This thing is very nutritious. You can't take it. Just treat it as a filial gift to me!"
Lu Ye held the storage pouch that was thrown back with both hands. He finally understood that the old man didn't want to snatch his spoils of war. The old man knew that his cultivation was weak and couldn't open the restriction lock on the storage pouch, so the old man casually helped him.
'This old man is not bad!'
Lu Ye thought in his heart. He thanked the old man, "Thank you."
He was in a good mood again …
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