Humanity’s Great Sage

In the starry sky fragments, the first real collision broke out. Under the attention of 100,000 cultivators, Lu Ye and Queyue's swords and rulers intersected, and their respective Dao powers burst out.

Because he could roughly estimate Queyue's strength, Lu Ye's strength this time was about 280 Dao.

This was undoubtedly slightly beyond Queyue's strength.

So as soon as they clashed, Queyue felt something was wrong.

Feeling the Dao power transmitted from the opponent's long sword, his expression became more solemn.

He had never seen such a powerful Rongdao Sixth Layer, and instinctively glanced at the Panshan Sword in Lu Ye's hand.

He obviously mistakenly thought that this was also a treasure, and it was a treasure with a very high degree of nourishment, otherwise it would be unreasonable for a Sixth Layer to compete with him in strength.

A moment of stalemate, followed by a dazzling attack.

Queyue was able to make a name for himself in the death arena, of course, relying not only on his own strength, but also on his extremely rich fighting experience, and his skills were even more superb.

His greatest achievement was that he had defeated the strong with the weak and killed a peak of the Rong Dao, which was the biggest source of his reputation.

So he was very confident that a guy who looked so young could never be as good as himself in fighting skills. Even if the opponent's real age was not as young as he looked, his cultivation career was definitely longer.

But he soon found out that he was wrong, because after a fight, the opponent was impeccable in both offense and defense, which undoubtedly showed that in terms of fighting experience and skills, the opponent was not inferior to himself at all.

"Not right, Lu Ye."

The battle was fierce, but Liao's voice suddenly came into Lu Ye's ears: "Not right!"

"What's wrong?" Lu Ye asked while dealing with Queyue's crazy attack.

Instead, Queyue was suspicious. The cultivators in the spectator seats could only see the scene of the two people fighting for life and death, but they could not feel too much.

But how could Queyue not sense Lu Ye's divine thoughts and voice transmission?

He didn't know who Lu Ye was sending a message to, or if he just wanted to disturb his mind. If it was the latter, it would be a joke.

"Anyway, it's not right. This doesn't seem to work." Liao replied.

"Can't feel the opportunity for a breakthrough?" Lu Ye's heart sank. Although he had been mentally prepared for this, he still felt a little disappointed when the reality came.

Liao was obviously awakened because he felt the opportunity for a breakthrough, and the opportunity was definitely on the treasure. This method of fighting life and death with people was also thought of by it, but if even this didn't work, Lu Ye really didn't know what to do.

"No, I always feel that something is missing."

"What's missing?"

"Yes, what's missing?"

If Liao had a mouth, Lu Ye really wanted to find a needle and thread to sew it up.

Suddenly, he slashed with a knife. In his irritability, he didn't control his own power for a while, and he directly chopped the crescent moon away.

Queyue's eyes widened in an instant, with a look of surprise and doubt.

Every cultivator has his own hidden means or trump cards. He certainly didn't think Lu Ye would be as simple as he looked on the surface. If he was really simple, he wouldn't have such strength at the sixth level of cultivation.

So he concluded that Lu Ye had his own trump card and had been on guard against this moment.

But he didn't expect that this knife came so suddenly and strangely.

Just now... the power that the opponent burst out was about three hundred, right? Queyue felt sad. He also had a similar secret technique that could burst out stronger power instantly, but it was used for life and death battles. It would never be used until the critical moment. Once used, the sequelae would be huge. But the nameless guest on the opposite side seemed to have just casually stabbed him. How could there be any sequelae?

And such a situation made the cultivators in the spectator seats clamor.

After three months of publicity in the battle battlefield, those who can still get the qualification to enter and watch the battle are at least the best in the fusion path, and there are many in the fusion path.

Originally, those who had joined the Dao had no great interest in such a fight, but this change aroused their interest.

After all, although the two sides in the previous fight were dazzling, they were at least evenly matched, but at that moment, the strength was clearly different, and the stronger one was the one with lower cultivation.

In the fragments of the starry sky, Queyue quickly distanced himself from Lu Ye. He didn't know whether Wumingke had used any secret technique, but at this juncture, he must be careful. The power of three hundred Daos was not something he could contend with now.

After slashing out that knife, Lu Ye suddenly had a flash of inspiration and thought of a possibility.

Liao had previously speculated that if he wanted to advance and break through, he would have to fight a life-and-death battle with the enemy by his master Lu Ye.

And it just said that it always felt something was missing.

From this point of view, the general direction should be correct, but he might not have done it well in some details.

In this case...

Lu Ye raised the long knife in his hand and quickly rushed towards Queyue.

After the loss just now, how could Queyue dare to get close to Lu Ye? He waved the measuring ruler, and a shadow of the ruler blasted towards Lu Ye, and then soon found that Lu Ye was in a rather embarrassed state.

This was far beyond his expectations, because judging from the strength Lu Ye had just shown, he should not have performed so poorly.

He immediately realized that this was most likely the sequelae of the other party's use of the secret technique that began to erupt.

Of course, this could also be the opponent showing weakness, but whether it is or not, we will know it after a test, so when he saw Lu Ye trying to get close, he kept his distance from Lu Ye.

One after another, the shadows of the rulers blasted out and collided with the dazzling sword light.

If the close combat just now was dazzling, then this moment was the extreme pull of the short and medium distance.

Lu Ye fell into a disadvantage.

He had suppressed his own strength to the level of two hundred and forty Dao, such strength was slightly inferior to Queyue, so he naturally could not gain any advantage by entanglement.

After chasing for a while, Queyue finally confirmed one thing, that the opponent's strength was indeed weakened, which should be the cause of the sequelae of the secret technique.

Although he could use this method to continuously wear down the enemy's Dao power and win the final victory, but when the strength difference was not big, this way of fighting was the most undesirable because it consumed too much.

Queyue was only at the ninth level of the Fusion Dao, how could he have so much Dao power to squander? At this point in the fight, he had lost 20% of his power. Of course, he still had more power, but he naturally didn't want to waste it in such an occasion.

In a flash, Queyue suddenly turned around and rushed towards Lu Ye again.

This instant change made all the cultivators in the spectator seats realize one thing. After the test, the two in the field would soon be separated by life and death. In the end, whether the mysterious nameless guest could survive to the end, or the famous Queyue could win, this was what they were looking forward to. After all, almost every cultivator watching the battle had placed a bet.

The two figures collided again, and the ruler in Queyue's hand, wrapped in heavy ruler shadows, fell heavily. Lu Ye raised his knife to meet it. At the moment of collision, he only felt his arm sink and his body shook.

After suppressing his cultivation to this extent, he was indeed not Queyue's opponent, especially since the other party was holding a treasure.

Realizing Lu Ye's "fragility" at this moment, Queyue couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and his offensive became more fierce.

He did not notice that a glimmer of light suddenly flashed in Lu Ye's low eyes.

Just at that moment, Liao's excited voice suddenly came: "Yes, that's it, hahaha, I know, I finally know!"

After hearing Liao's voice, Lu Ye understood that his previous idea was right.

Since it is a life-and-death fight, of course it must be evenly matched. At first, Lu Ye used 280 powers to fight against Queyue for safety. This was certainly safe, but it did not meet Liao's requirements for promotion, because even with such strength, it was beyond Queyue, and Lu Ye himself would not have any sense of crisis.

Until he suppressed his strength again.

The battle suddenly became white-hot. In the eyes of the monks in the spectator seat, both Queyue and Lu Ye had burst out their most fierce and powerful side at this moment. Compared with the previous fierce confrontation, the current scene was a real life-and-death fight.

Blood splattered, and both sides were injured in just a few breaths of collision.

"Cut his ruler!" Liao started yelling in Lu Ye's mind again.

Lu Ye didn't know what it wanted to do, but he could only cooperate.

So after exchanging some injuries, Queyue found that his opponent's brain was a little twitchy. The opponent's attack did not hit him, but stared at the measuring ruler in his hand, and tried his best to block the measuring ruler's attack again and again.

"I ate it, oooh, it's so delicious..." Liao was mumbling, and Lu Ye didn't know what it ate, but the voice was indeed a little unclear, as if it was really eating something.

The figure swept vertically and horizontally, and the sword light and ruler shadow swept wildly. From the perspective of the monks watching the battle, this was barely a wonderful battle, but if the difference in strength between the two sides of the battle was excluded, it was definitely not worth the battle field to operate and promote it three months in advance.

And judging from the current results, it seems that the weaker one is at a disadvantage, because his injuries are getting more and more, but Queyue is getting more and more powerful.

As the situation in the field changes, the odds outside the battlefield are also constantly adjusting.

In the side room, Lian suddenly turned to look at Yuan Xi: "What are you nervous about?"

"Am I?" Yuan Xi was stunned.

Lian was silent: "Do you know that nameless guest?"

Yuan Xi frowned, and after a moment, he told the truth: "I thought it was the one I knew at first, but now it seems that it is not."

It would be impossible for his own city guard to kill a ninth-level Rong Dao so hard.

Outside Liuguang City, there were more than 30 Rong Daos who died in his hands, including some at the peak of Rong Dao, so if it was really him, and he wanted to kill a ninth-level Rong Dao, I'm afraid it wouldn't be solved with a few knives?