Zhang Wulingxi's fourth-level cultivation base, fighting combat experience is obviously much more abundant than that of Lu Ye. With two knives in his hand, the dancers are dazzled. The scimitar in the other hand has been pierced diagonally, extremely fast.

At this moment, it was obviously too late for the knife to block. Just when Zhang Wu thought he was about to succeed, Lu Ye's body suddenly appeared on the surface of a triangle that looked like a shrunken shield.

With a ding sound, the scimitar stabbed the guard spirit pattern to block the brutal blow.

Lu Ye shifted his center of gravity, slid sideways, and cut diagonally with a long knife!

The sharp blade pulled out a long wound on Zhang Wu's arm, turning flesh and blood.

The big tiger also took advantage of the situation and rushed forward. The tiger roared to the sky, and Yiyi's figure was like a ghost, erratic on the side, involving Zhang Wu's energy.

Three enemies and one!

After a while, Lu Ye panted heavily, and the long knife in his hand pierced Zhang Wu's chest again, but this time it was the position of his heart. Zhang Wu drooped his head and lost his life, his hands fell to his side, and his weapons fell. Fall to the ground.

This difficult battle ended in Lu Ye's victory.

However, he also paid a considerable price. Not to mention the spiritual energy consumption, he had four more bone wounds on his body. The blood almost completely stained his clothes red, and there was a strong **** atmosphere around him.

The defensive spirit pattern can indeed block the opponent's attack, but several times Lu Ye did not have time to urge the defensive spirit mark. The opponent's attack was too fast. This is the difference between the cultivation level and the combat experience. Fortunately, the injury is not the point. Location.

Fighting against a fourth-level realm in the second-tier Lingxi realm, still inflicting heavy losses on the opponent, taking the advantage of a great opportunity, and paying such a huge price to take the opponent down, let Lu Ye deeply realize his own shortcomings.

Not only did he suffer serious injuries, neither Big Tiger nor Yiyi were intact. Half of Big Tiger's body became blood red, and Yiyi's figure became even more faint.

hurriedly cleaned up the battlefield and put away the storage bags of those people. The Young Master's Xuanling Clock didn't let go either. Lu Ye turned on his back and uttered a low voice: "Go!"

The big tiger jumped out, and rushed towards the cracking gorge.

Halfway through the journey, Lu Ye's vision began to blur, and his body was almost collapsed. He felt that he should be unable to hold on anymore. He only had time to tell Yiyi and Dahu: "If you encounter a side road, don't walk around, find a place to hide, etc. I'll talk when I wake up."

Before Yiyi had time to react, Lu Ye tilted and almost fell off the tiger's back. She hurried forward to support Lu Ye.

Just half an hour after the big tiger belt Lu Ye left, a figure suddenly appeared on the previous battlefield. The man looked at the remaining traces of the battlefield and raised his head and shouted: "Found it!"

In an instant, two more figures came from not far away.

The three of them looked at the messy battlefield, knowing that something was wrong.

"How to do?"

"Notify Brother Cao Ye."

One of them said like this, sighed, and urged his own war brand to be sent out.

Waited for another moment, a burly figure fell, and the whole body was full of aura. It seemed that the momentum was stronger than the fifth-level Lingxi realm that Lu Ye had ever seen.

"Brother Cao!" The three saluted.

Cao Ye stepped forward and searched for the corpses of four fellow students, his face gradually gloomy.

Judging from what remains in the battlefield, Junior Brother Sun was chopped off her neck and bleed to death in a short period of time, while Junior Brother Yuan was killed by a gangster. Young Master had wounds on her thigh, her shoulder blades, and her neck. He was injured, and his arm was broken, and the fatal wound was on his chest. As for Zhang Wu, there were more injuries on his body. Obviously, he had experienced a great battle, and the fatal wound was also in his heart.

"Waste!" Cao Ye gritted his teeth and cursed.

He really couldn't figure out how the Young Master, who had the body of the Xuanling Bell, died! You must know that even though the Xuan Ling Zhong is only a low-grade spiritual tool, its defense power is still very strong. If you encounter danger, as long as you sacrifice the Xuan Ling Zhong to guard it, you can resist it for a while even in the seventh floor of Lingxi, the seventh floor of Lingxi. In the following short period of time, never want to break the guardian of the Xuan Ling Zhong.

And in the outermost circle of this battlefield, let alone the seventh floor of Lingxi, even the sixth floor is hard to see. The monks on the sixth and seventh floors of Lingxi are like a domineering existence, and monks of this kind of cultivation are usually sitting in town. In his own Zongmen resident, he would not go out easily, and this time he would not have come here if he hadn't been informed by Zhang Wu.

There is a Xuanling Zhong body guard, and Zhang Wu is the four-level realm to follow. This is why he and Dong Shuye can rest assured that the young master can wander outside.

What's more, this location is still the radiation range of the Jiuxingzong resident...

The young master was killed on the site of his own sect!

How can he explain to the suzerain? It can be said that the face of Jiuxingzong was completely desolate, and Cao Ye could almost imagine how angry the old men in the sect would be when the news came back to the sect.

"Go back, block a hundred miles, and look for a young man with a white tiger. The opponent's cultivation base is around the third and fourth levels of Lingxi. He uses a knife-like spiritual tool, regardless of the origin of the camp. Five hundred spirit stones, one thousand spirit stones for capture!" Cao Ye's deep voice sounded.

The three monks all looked up and quickly took their orders.

Although Zhang Wu only sent back a simple message before he died~www.mtlnovel.com~ that was the young man with a white tiger, in the second level of Lingxi.

But Cao Ye found out more things clearly.

Zhang Wu fought a battle with the murderer and was killed, so Cao Ye infers that the opponent's cultivation is not limited to the second level of Lingxi, it is very likely to be the third or fourth level. Otherwise, it is impossible to kill Zhang Wu. With a knife, it's even simpler. The wounds on Young Master and Zhang Wu's body can clearly see this.

The opponent may have a very good spirit weapon in his hand, otherwise he defeated the strong with the weak for no reason, and cut Zhang Wu.

While he was thinking, Cao Ye suddenly turned his head to look at one place, and shouted, "Who is there!"

As his voice fell, a handsome and handsome man in a blue shirt stepped out from the darkness. The man wore a long sword at his waist. He pressed one hand on the hilt of the sword, and the clouds were light and breezy. The land walked out, as if a king was patrolling his own territory.

At the moment when he saw this man, Cao Yeru approached the enemy, his spiritual power quickly mobilized, and gritted his teeth and drank: "Wang Shang!"

It's no wonder that he is so nervous. Although he is at the sixth level of Lingxi, the opponent is at the seventh level of Lingxi. Regardless of the gap between the first level, the fourth and seventh levels of Lingxi are a watershed. The strength of the first layer will be greatly improved.

In previous confrontations, Cao Ye suffered a lot from the opponent's men, so when he saw this guy appear, Cao Ye had a headache.

He is confident that he can escape. After all, he is physically trained and has a thick skin. He can't beat Wang Shang. Escape is still possible, but the three colleagues around him don't have this ability.

This dog didn't sit well in the Xuanmen resident, so why did he run out? Cao Ye cursed secretly in his heart, knowing that there should be too much movement on his own side, which attracted Xuanmen's attention.