On the ring, Zi'an quickly backed away, but a wound was still cut between his chest and abdomen. On the opposite side of him, Lu Ye slapped him and took another knife.

Zi'an drew a gourd on the ground, evading danger. When he got up, his body was covered with blood-stained mud, and he was extremely embarrassed.

Before he stood firm, a strong wind hit his head again. A vicious dog threw himself on his food, feeling a cold on the top of his head, and a large chunk of his scalp was shaved off.

Falling to the ground with difficulty, Zi'an knew that he was dead this time.

I really can't figure it out, the other party's spiritual tool was broken, why didn't it affect its power? My own spiritual tool was broken, and it was just like a decoration...

The next cut was unavoidable, but the arrogance of the second-grade sect made him gritted his teeth and did not shout those two words.

He didn't yell, someone yelled for him: "Give up!"

However, one of Zi'an's senior sisters saw that the situation was not good, and knew that if she didn't shout, her junior would be dead. Even if she was unwilling, even if she knew that Wanmoling would have no chance again after she shouted, she couldn't just watch her. The younger brother died in this way.

Lu Ye, who was in the pursuit, stopped in shape and looked at Zi'an, who stood up embarrassedly.

Shocking cheers came from the Haotian League camp, and the shouts and laughter of thousands of people gathered, causing the entire Jinguangding to tremble.

Lu Ye, who was dizzy and confused, walked back with the broken knife and looked at Li Baxian and Weiyang: "It's over?"

The Haotian League party was so festive as the New Year, it is inevitable that he would have such a misunderstanding.

Li Baxian smiled and said, "Not yet."

Lu Ye sat down cross-legged, threw a spirit pill in his mouth, switched the practice to the gluttonous meal, speeding up the refining of the pill.

Happy fart not finished!

"There is one last one!" Li Baxian's voice came from behind Lu Ye, "Did you see the guy with the flame mark on the eyebrows? That's from the Holy Flame, so your opponent is the only one left. , But don't be afraid, all the holy fire teaches are Dharma cultivation!"

If it were an encounter in the wild, a six-level realm of Faxiu would be somewhat threatening to Lu Ye, but in this limited-area arena, the threat of Faxiu to Lu Ye was greatly reduced.

Li Baxian was extremely thankful that he had agreed on the scope of the ring when he signed the opportunity with Wanmoling.

The magic cultivator sent by the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge was the fastest to die. Lu Ye's speed was too fast, and he smashed in front of them a few steps. Those magic cultivators often only displayed one or two magic spells. The stronger ones can perform three or even four, but Lu Ye has the guardian spirit pattern. As long as he has enough eyesight, he can easily block those spells. Once he gets close, those spells can only wait for death or give up.

Lu Ye raised his eyes and looked towards Wanmoling, and he saw a sixth-level realm Faxiu with a flame mark on the center of his eyebrows, standing there waiting.

It seems that this is his opponent in the last game.

He did not take it lightly, and silently probed his own state. There is not much spiritual power left, only more than 10%. Even if there is a stick of incense recovery time, he can only barely recover to 20%, save some use, and deal with the end. One battle should be enough.

"Brother, can I go home after the fight?" Lu Ye asked softly.

"Go home after the fight!" Li Baxian replied.

"Got it!" Lu Ye lowered his head, recovering his strength as much as possible.

The Haotian League side is still beaming. After Hu Ping and Zi'an, two disciples from the second and third grade sects, died and gave up, the remaining Holy Fire teaching methods could not be Lu Ye's opponent at all. From the perspective of the Haotian League side , Lu Ye locked the victory in advance.

In contrast, the Wanmoling side was dull, with ugly expressions.

No wonder they will be like this. The two-day wheel warfare on the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge has already taken too much advantage. Except for the first game, which was a five-level physical cultivation to test, the rest are all six-level realms. In two days, he was killed by this Jade-Blooded Sect Lu Ye, leaving a single seedling of the Holy Fire Sect, destined to do nothing.

It can be said that in this game between the two camps, the Wanmoling side lost completely, and those who died were second. Fighting with the Haotian League will definitely kill people, mainly because there is no way to explain to the teachers behind. The cultivator of Wanmoling who came here can almost imagine how angry the teacher should be when the news here is sent back!

At the moment, the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge experts on the Lingxi list came to the holy fire cultivator who was about to fight and asked in a low voice, the holy fire cultivator slowly shook his head, making the faces of all the strong men gloomy.

A stick of incense seemed to pass in the blink of an eye.

On the top of the golden light, Lu Ye stood up with the broken sword for the last time, stepped onto the ring step by step, quietly looking at the holy fire cultivator.

The opponent stood in front of the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge camp, with only his head down, without any movement.

This situation caused many people from the Haotian League to boo ceaselessly, some yelling for Lu Ye to go up and hacking him, and some people calling the Holy Fire sect and quickly surrendered and went home to grow sweet potatoes...

Wanmoling loses or loses the battle. Those with irritable personality begin to scold the people of Haotian League, and the scene is chaotic for a while.

If it weren't for the previously signed agreement, the two sides would only be afraid of a melee and a decisive battle.

Just when the Wanmoling was almost impatient, someone finally slowly stepped onto the ring.

The noisy movement suddenly subsided, and thousands of eyes were staring at the monk who stepped onto the ring, but that man was not the disciple of the Holy Flame who was originally going to fight, but another female sister!

Li Baxian's eyes sharpened immediately: "What does Wanmoling mean?"

Without him, although the female nun who walked out was also of the Holy Flame, just looking at the aura of this person's body, she knew that this person was not at the sixth level.

She is a seven-level monk!

The few Lingxi ranking powerhouses on the Wanmoling side obviously did not expect such a thing to happen. The terms of the heavenly agreement have stipulated that the combatant's highest level of cultivation is the sixth level, and the seventh level is played, which undoubtedly broke the rules. .

Openly provoking the Chance Chance is an act of boldness. Once Chance Chance begins to impose punishment, all the strong men who left blood fingerprints on the Chance Chance and the sects behind them will attack the Holy Fire Cult. The Moling side is willing or unwilling.

Since the Lingxi battlefield, no one has dared to violate the justice of heaven.

Even if the people of the Holy Fire sect are not normal, they should not do such unwise things. This is a joke about the fate of the entire sect.

Although Li Baxian has sharp eyes and a cold tone, he is actually secretly refreshed, because if the Holy Fire teaches to play like this, it will be beneficial to his side.

Secretly muttered in my heart, are these guys really burnt out by their own sacred fire?

Several strong men on the Haotian League side thought so, otherwise they wouldn't sit here quietly, they would have stopped as early as the seventh-level realm female cultivator came to power.

"What are you going to do!" On the Wanmoling side, the top 20 strong man on the list looked at the steward of the Holy Flame and gritted his teeth.

Even if the six-level realm cultivation is not an opponent, it must not destroy the heavenly opportunity, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous.

Just as his voice fell, there was a faint lightning and thunder in the sky, and thick dark clouds emerged out of thin air, gathering on the golden light top, obscuring the sky.

The secret has begun to surge...

Everyone on the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge was shocked, and the monks beside the Holy Fire Sect evaded one after another. For a time, a large area was vacated beside the Holy Fire Sect.

The breath of death is oppressive, but the holy fire teaches a group of people to be calm and calm. Apart from anything else, the courage to face the secrets of heaven is indeed admirable, but this does not change their fate of imminent death.

"The blazing sacred fire, burn my body, the fire will not go out, and there will be no fear of death!"

On the side of the Holy Fire, the person in charge of the highest cultivation level lowered his head and chanted softly.

On the arena, the seventh-level female cultivator also had her head down, chanting: "The blazing sacred fire, burn my body, the fire will not go out, and there will be no fear of death!"

While she was chanting, she raised her right thumb, and pointed it somewhere below her chest, and slammed it.

"This is..." Li Baxian suddenly realized something, his face changed slightly.

puff

There seemed to be a soft noise coming out, as if the balloon was punctured. With this soft noise, the female's figure staggered slightly, and at the same time, a violent air wave swept away in all directions centered on her.

The female cultivator snorted, a trace of pain flashed in her eyes, and at the same time, her breath suddenly weakened.

"Destroy the Spirit Aperture!" Li Baxian gritted his teeth and drank.

All the people who saw the movement of the female cultivator, whether it was from the Haotian League or from the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge, remained unchanged.

It's easy to say that it's easy to destroy the spirit orifice, but it's difficult to do it. Once the spirit orifice is abandoned, it is destined to have no future. If you want to squander at the level of Lingxi Realm, you can only see Li Baxian to know how he is. Stunning and gorgeous, that is a character that even the sword master of the Northern Profound Sword Sect admires. However, the spirit orifice was broken, and he has stayed at the Lingxi realm for more than ten years, and his cultivation has stopped at the eighth realm. In the middle, because one of the spiritual orifices was broken, the last small week cycle system was difficult to form, and it was impossible to advance to the nine-level realm.

Of course ~www.mtlnovel.com~ the broken orifice can be repaired, but the cost is too great, no one is willing to try it easily.

At this moment, in the presence of thousands of monks in the two camps, this holy flame sister, without changing her face, has destroyed her own spiritual orifice. It looks like she is pulling off a hair...

This decisiveness, this fierceness to oneself, made thousands of monks numb their scalp, and they are indeed a lunatic of the Holy Flame, and this kind of thing can actually be done.

After a brief shock, everyone looked up at the surging crisis in the sky.

Originally, after the female nun stood on the ring, the secret of heaven began to surge rapidly, as if the punishment was about to be imposed, and the lightning and thunder in the thick dark clouds made one's heart palpitating.

However, when the female cultivator abolished one of her spiritual orifices and her cultivation level fell to the sixth level, the dark cloud entrenched in the golden light top quickly dissipated, and the surging heavenly secrets also disappeared completely.

Under the sun, the blue sky is like washing.

Wanmoling party smiled.