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date="2021-11-10"

title="Chapter 155 I am your master sister"

weight="146327"

series = ["The Great Sage of Humanity"]

mode = "manual"

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With a bang, the people who came here did not dodge and slammed the fire dragon into a sky full of sparks, and a vague black light flashed by, and the body of Magic Cultivator standing in mid-air shook slightly, spouting from the neck. The blood was planted one head down.

And the black streamer has wrapped the thunder and entered the circle of war. Wherever it passed, screams continued, and the broken limbs flew up, turning the already chaotic and bloody battlefield into a piece of Asura Purgatory in an instant.

In the crowd, Lu Ye stared at the dancing black streamer. Although he didn't know who was here and couldn't see their movements, the black streamer gave him an extremely cordial feeling.

It was an unreasonable intimacy.

Lu Ye lowered his head to look at his mark on the battlefield. There was a slight enthusiasm from the mark, and the feeling of the same origin came from the black streamer.

This is... from the Jade Blood Sect?

There are even disciples in the Jade Blood Sect?

He didn't know the specific situation of the Jade Blood Sect. Judging from the current situation, he had always thought that the disciples had not been included in 30 years, and the teacher who was about to be removed was only the master teacher.

But it doesn't seem to be the case now, the Jade Blood Sect still has a disciple, at least one.

"Leave her alone, kill Lu Ye!"

In the crowd, don't know who shouted.

When the voice fell, the black streamer had been culled in front of him, and then the head flew high.

Dao magic spells fell from mid-air, among which fire magic spells were mostly used, especially those fierce fire dragons, spreading their teeth and dancing claws, distorting the air.

The black streamer wrapped the purple thunder and flashed in front of Lu Ye and the others, raising a hand and grabbing a green leaf. The leaf immediately enlarged and covered everyone's heads.

Boom boom boom...

A series of magic spells fell, hitting the leaves, but could not break the protection of the leaves, Lu Ye stared at the figure standing in front of him in a daze.

The figure of this woman is extremely tall, wearing a dress that doesn't fit well, and the outline of the graceful figure is very beautiful. The spiritual power of the whole body is surged with the beating of the purple thunder, resisting the attacks of many spells. Lu Ye looked back and smiled: "Little Junior Brother? I'm your Senior Sister, Weiyang."

At this moment, the world faded.

Lu Ye hurriedly saluted: "I have seen the master sister!"

My master sister is so fierce?

And it’s beautiful and bubbling, and in good shape...

"I'm late, mainly because the old man at home is too stubborn."

Old man? Lu Ye was taken aback for a moment before realizing that she was talking about the head teacher... suddenly she didn't dare to take the conversation.

At the same time, the cultivators of the Haotian League who were previously separated also slew in, but Weiyang opened the gap for them before.

Although she had just arrived, she could clearly see the situation in the field at a glance, knowing that it was unrealistic to save Lu Ye from the trap by herself. If she wanted to protect Lu Ye Zhouquan, she had to borrow the power of others.

This is the reason why she put in the Haotian League monks outside in the first time. Only when there are many people can she protect Lu Ye.

In a flash, the number of monks gathered around Lu Ye increased to as many as a hundred people. While these people held a group, they resisted spell attacks from all directions. Although they were worry-free for a while, they could be exhausted in the end.

"Everyone, protect my junior brother!" Weiyang suddenly said.

Immediately, many people responded in a rush: "But with the orders of the seniors!"

The attitude is extremely enthusiastic.

Weiyang had already been killed again, and the tall figure turned into a black streamer again. The Ten Thousand Demon Ridge cultivators who were still performing spells in mid-air saw their faces in a hurry. Those who were stared at by her could barely survive for three breaths.

A figure screamed and fell from the air, followed by the second and third...

The black streamer only rushed back and forth a few times, and no one was seen in the air anymore. Those who survived by chance all pressed down and fell to the ground obediently.

No way, Weiyang's attitude is obvious, whoever dares to stand in the air, she will kill anyone.

When Weiyang returned again, the noisy battlefield suddenly became quiet, and all the spiritual fluctuations were calmed down. Weiyang grabbed a huge war sickle of the same height in his hand, and there was constant darkness on the war sickle. The breath of wafting out, giving people a very unclear feeling.

"Get out of the way if you don't want to die!" Weiyang faintly said, and the cultivators of Wanmoling all stepped back wherever they looked.

However, one person stood up. A flaming mark on his forehead seemed to be burning. He looked at Weiyang: "It is a real honor for me to wait for the fight between the juniors to alarm an expert like senior. It's just Senior forcibly entered the Lingxi battlefield and killed so many people, isn't it uncomfortable for Soul Slayer God Thunder? Now that God Thunder is dark purple, how many more people can Senior kill?"

Weiyang turned his head and looked at him, his figure suddenly turned into an afterimage, and he leaped directly in front of the man, raised his hand on the man's chest, and didn't know what method was used, the figure suddenly stiffened, with a huge war sickle. Waved it down, the head with a look of astonishment on his face flew high.

After killing people, Weiyang dodges and retreats to Lu Ye, coldly snorting: "The Holy Flame came up with this limelight? There are not many people I can kill. Killing another three or five is probably the limit. Who wants to try? ?"

"What can the seniors do with big bullying?" Someone made an angry voice in the crowd, and their voice was erratic, and they didn't know what method was used. Obviously, they didn't want Weiyang to judge his position.

Weiyang followed the prestige: "Who is bullying the small with the big?"

"After all, this is the Lingxi battlefield. Senior forcibly came in. There is always something unreasonable. If all schools and factions are like the seniors, isn't the Lingxi battlefield messed up?"

"If they dare, let them in, see if I can kill them!"

"It's so arrogant!" The speaker was furious and exclaimed: "Everyone, she is now surrounded by the soul-killing god and thunder, and can't kill a few people. Don't be afraid of her, everyone will go together. If she dares to make a move, she will definitely be caught Thunder blasted out."

"I found you!" Weiyang's mouth twitched, and the war sickle in his hand stretched forward, and when he retracted it, there was a thin man on top of the war sickle. The war sickle pierced his chest and was lifted high. , The blood rushed down the wound, and the intense pain made him exhale miserably.

Numerous cultivators of Ten Thousand Devil Ridge were silent, and just now, no one could see how she made the move.

She raised her head to look at the thin man, her eyebrows frowned: "People from Jinyun Tower? Decades have passed, and you really haven't grown much. You like to hide in the dark to provoke discord."

"It's not me!" The thin man struggled.

Weiyang waved his scythe in his hand, and the blood mist exploded.

She turned to look at Lu Ye: "After walking on the battlefield of Lingxi, I will meet the people of the Holy Fire Cult and the Jinyun Tower. Don't talk nonsense with them. Kill them first. These two have old grudges with us."

"Yes!" Lu Ye Gongsheng replied.

"By the way, there is also a Hundred Refinement Valley. Sacred Fire, Jinyun Tower's people are here, there is no reason why Hundred Refinement Valley does not come, what about people?" She looked around, seemingly looking for a Hundred Refinement Valley to kill. , But so many Wanmoling cultivators gathered together, it was really unclear.

Under that sharp gaze, a cultivator from Ten Thousand Demon Ridge said weakly: "The one from Bailian Valley was blocked by Feng Yuechan in the resident..."

"Yuechan..." Weiyang's expression softened, "Little girl has grown up too."

She moved the sickle, held it in her hand, and said loudly: "I want to take away my junior brother, who has objections?"

People with the Holy Fire sect stepped out of the crowd, with a pious expression: "The fire of the heart will not be quenched, and the death will be feared!"

He stood not far from Weiyang, looking at her with a plain expression.

Weiyang waved the scythe in his hand, and the holy flame cultist immediately broke into two pieces.

Another person walked out, chanting: "If your heart is not quenched, you can die!"

Before the duck shot and then cut, there was no hesitation.

The third person from the Holy Flame came out and shouted the same sentence.

Weiyang didn't make another move this time, but Zhanyan laughed. She raised her hand and pointed to the sky: "I won't kill you, someone will kill you!"

The sound of Qingyue swords suddenly sounded. When everyone looked in the direction she was pointing, they saw a pike-like sword light from the sky, directly slashing down, and the holy flames did not say a word. , Was broken into two halves by Jianguang.

The light of the sword converged, a long sword was printed in front of everyone's eyes, and it was inserted diagonally on the ground. A man with white hair and a red cloud coat with a white background was standing lightly on the hilt of the sword with white hair and red clouds on his back. Like a piece of catkins, he gently shook his body with the shaking of the hilt.

Holding a wine gourd in his other hand, he raised his head to take a sip of wine and burped, "It's late!"

"Li Baxian!" someone said in horror.

In the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge camp, there was a commotion among the many monks.

Even if he hadn't seen Li Baxian, the monks who had been fighting on the battlefield of Lingxi would not have heard his name, because this was the tenth strongest in Lingxi.

A tenth alone is not enough to scare people. The main reason is that this guy made it to the tenth with the cultivation base of the eighth level of Lingxi.

The entire Lingxi List only recorded a hundred people, and these hundred people were all nine-level experts who had practiced the Heavenly Cultivation Technique.

There is only one exception, and that is Li Baxian, who is ranked tenth!

It’s difficult to count the number of nine-level realms that have practiced Heaven-level exercises in the entire Lingxi battlefield, because all the sects of Kyushu are gathered here. Almost every day, some people are promoted to the nine-level realm, and some break through their own shackles and are promoted to the cloud and river realm. Some people were killed while fighting.

It can be said that the number of nine-level realms is difficult to count, because it changes at any time.

But no matter what, there will always be ten thousand people.

The Lingxi list is one of the hundred, and everyone on the list is the strong one among the strong.

Li Baxian was able to occupy the tenth position with his eighth-level cultivation base. Part of the reason was that he fell from the ninth-level realm. Therefore, although he was an eight-level cultivation base, he had the foundation of the ninth-level realm. The situation of the Dong Shuye that Lu Ye killed was similar.

Before Feng Yuechan took the top spot in Lingxi, he was the top of Lingxi.

Only because of an accident, the Ling Aperture was broken, and the cultivation base fell by one level.

Another reason is the most important, he is Jian Xiu!