Humanity’s Great Sage

Gong Mao's eyes flashed, and he shook his head and said, "No, let them continue to bet!"

Since Lu Ye has great confidence in this battle, he will go crazy with him. After this battle, he will empty the pockets of all the gamblers in the battlefield.

From then on, there will be no such battle that so many cultivators pay attention to in the battlefield.

In the void fragments of the death fighting field, Lu Ye's figure running forward suddenly stopped, and not far ahead, a figure also stopped.

Lu Ye looked carefully and saw that the person who came was not much different from the human race on the surface, except for a small crack between his eyebrows.

This reminded him of Huan Qing.

After Huan Qing used the Brahma Eye, a mark was left on his forehead.

But the person in front of him obviously couldn't be a Brahma.

This person was from the Three-Eyed Clan.

When Lu Ye was sizing up the other party, Lingyan was also sizing up him, but he lost interest after just one look and shook his head slowly, saying, "Let's make a quick decision."

This nameless guest didn't look special on the surface, and he was actually a human. Compared with other races, the human race is the least talented race.

As he said this, he swayed and pounced on Lu Ye, stretched out his hand and pushed out, and his Taoist power surged.

The Chunhui sword in his hand was still in the scabbard, and he had no intention of drawing the sword at all.

Seeing him like this, Lu Ye couldn't help but frown.

He knew in his heart that this guy definitely didn't study the images left by his first two death battles, otherwise he wouldn't be so arrogant.

"Is the nameless guest stupid?"

"Move quickly, idiot!"

At the moment when Lingyan made his move, scattered cultivators in the various viewing venues couldn't help shouting, but there were very few of them.

These are undoubtedly gamblers who bet on Lu Ye with a fluke mentality. They have been waiting for Wumingke to appear after much anticipation, and they are also hoping that he can continue his previous glory and lead them to win a big one.

As a result, seeing that Lingyan has already made a move, Wumingke is still standing there stupidly without moving, and he can't help but get anxious.

"It's over!" These gamblers wailed in their hearts, unable to bear to watch the next scene.

More gamblers showed excitement on their faces, thinking that Wumingke, who is at the eighth level of Fusion Dao, can't take the attack of Hedao anyway, and this palm will probably beat him into powder.

But the next moment, many expectant eyes turned into astonishment, and exclamations came from all the major viewing venues.

In the death arena, Lingyan's eyes narrowed, and he looked at Lu Ye in front of him steadily, with an unbelievable look in his eyes, just because his confident attack did not shake the human race in front of him at all.

The other party just stood there and took his palm!

Although he did not use his full strength in this attack, he also exceeded the limit of the Rong Dao, but he could not break the opponent's protective power.

The vast knife light flashed, and Lingyan retreated in shock. After standing still, he looked down with trembling eyes, only to see that his clothes on his abdomen had been cut open, and blood was oozing out.

When he raised his eyes again, the human race opposite casually made a knife flower, and said in a leisurely voice: "Although I am also in a hurry, I advise you to be serious!"

It is too troublesome for Liao to devour the mysterious process of the treasure. Otherwise, Lu Ye would have taken Lingyan's life with that knife just now.

Cutting him with a knife was just to warn him not to take it lightly, and at the same time it also aroused his murderous intent. Only when Lingyan was serious, he could fight with him properly.

This knife not only shocked Lingyan, but also made the spectators in the various venues feel incredible. The scene that most cultivators expected that Wumingke would be killed in one blow did not happen. Instead, in a sudden confrontation, Lingyan, who had the cultivation of Hedao, was actually injured.

Although there was no Xingyuan aura in the death arena, Lingyan could not borrow power, but his own foundation was not comparable to Rongdao. How could this Wumingke be so strong?

Doesn't this mean that the winner of this battle is still unknown?

"Close the bet!" In the secret room, as the knife was cut, Gong Mao waved his hand and shouted loudly.

The bets can't be opened anymore. If they are opened again, there will definitely be cultivators who will change their minds and bet on Lu Ye, and the number will definitely not be small.

Betting on Lu Ye at this time is equivalent to snatching food from his mouth. How can Gong Mao allow it?

And those guys who secretly target the owner of the venue, the bets have already flowed into the bets, so don't even think about making money back. This time he wants these guys to lose more than they gain.

Although he couldn't follow the owner to fight on the battlefield, the current battlefield was also another battlefield.

Gong Mao was now swinging an invisible blade, madly harvesting the Dao fish in the pockets of those enemies, both openly and secretly.

The premise is that Lu Ye can really win this death fight!

In the death fight, Lingyan looked up, with anger in his eyes.

He was a Hedao, but he was actually injured by a Rongdao, and under the attention of everyone, how could he deal with it?

When others talk about him in the future, won't they have to add a sentence about the Hedao who was injured by Rongdao? If this goes on, will his reputation still exist?

In addition to anger, he was more frightened. The nameless guest in front of him really has great skills. No wonder he was able to make some reputation before.

Some people can't figure it out. How can a Rongdao be so strong? And this is only the eighth level of Rongdao. No wonder he was able to kill the ninth level at the sixth level and the peak at the seventh level before.

Quickly calming his thoughts, Lingyan raised his hand and pressed the hilt of the sword. The moment the sword was drawn, the sword light was like a dragon, and man and sword became one, turning into a stream of light that shot towards Lu Ye.

Just as Lu Ye expected, he started to be serious, and he did not hold back at all in this move.

Because he wanted to make a quick decision, to crush the opponent in front of him in an upright manner, so as to live up to his status as a Hedao.

Seeing this, Lu Ye's eyes lit up, knowing that his provocation had worked, and this was exactly what he wanted to see.

The long sword suddenly swept across, and a bright light in front of him turned into a sword, covering the void in front.

The sword light fell into the sword, and the speed did not decrease at all. At the same time that the sword was broken, Lingyan had already killed in front of him with a sword. Under the sword curtain, Lu Ye's eyes were full of sword shadows in an instant.

He took a firm position and slashed out with a sword.

The sword curtain suddenly disappeared, and Lingyan had swept to the distance. Lu Ye was still standing there, and his clothes suddenly tore into countless cracks, and blood spread out, dyeing him into a bloody man in the blink of an eye.

In the various viewing areas, because of the means of the battle field, the spectators could not see Lu Ye's face clearly, and even his figure was blurred, but they could still tell whether Lu Ye was injured or not.

Seeing Lu Ye's blood staining his body, many spectators burst into cheers.

Before, Lingyan was injured by Lu Ye, and their hearts sank. Now seeing Lingyan showing his power, they finally felt relieved.

Now it seems that Lingyan was injured just now because he was too careless. Once Lingyan gets serious, Wumingke is definitely not his opponent.

Lingyan was very dissatisfied with his performance. He just rushed to take Lu Ye's life, but in the end, he only suffered some flesh wounds.

He had already used all his strength, but in the moment of contact just now, he felt that the opponent's strength seemed to be not much different from his own.

This is incredible. The opponent is only an eighth-level fusion, how could he have such a strong foundation.

He wondered for a moment if the battle field was fake. In other places in the inner world, he could easily tell whether a cultivator was a Hedao cultivator or not, because once they started fighting, the performance of the Hedao cultivator and the Hedao cultivator was different.

But here, the performance of the Hedao cultivator and the Rongdao cultivator could not be distinguished, because there was no trace of borrowing force.

Lu Ye did not give him time to think, and the moment he stopped, he had already swept away.

The two sides fought for two rounds, each with a win or loss, but this was not a reflection of each other's true strength.

In the first round, Lu Ye just wanted to irritate the opponent, and in the second round, he wanted to find out the details of the opponent, so that it would be convenient to adjust his strength.

Now that he has almost figured it out, of course he can let go.

"Looking for death!" Seeing that Lu Ye actually took the initiative to kill, Lingyan shouted fiercely and rushed forward. In an instant, the two figures fought in a group and fought fiercely.

This was the real confrontation. Lingyan was sure of one thing, that is, the opponent's strength was weaker than his, but only to a limited extent, so he failed to break his protective power with the first palm, because he didn't want to use his full strength at that time.

Feeling the true ability of the human race in front of him, Lingyan was much more calm. In this situation, he only needed to play steadily and steadily, and he could win the final victory. As for the quick victory before the battle, he had forgotten it.

When dealing with an enemy who is only one level weaker than you, don't think about a quick victory, that will become the cause of your defeat.

In the death arena, two figures entangled and moved, swords and swords kept colliding, and the power of Tao was swaying.

This scene stunned all the spectators.

Many spectators had seen the first two death battles of Wumingke with their own eyes. Even if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they had recently found Liuying to study it.

In those two death battles, Wumingke's opponents were only Rongdao. He fought very hard, and always won miserably.

Now this scene has reappeared!

Just like the previous two battles, Wumingke was always slightly behind, because when their bodies collided, blood kept flying out of his body, which undoubtedly showed that he was constantly injured.

On the other hand, Lingyan changed his previous impatience and disdain, and was extremely serious in both his demeanor and fighting. He really treated his opponent as the same level, without any carelessness or underestimated the enemy.

But even so, he also had traces of injuries. Of course, the frequency of injuries was not as high as Wumingke, and every time he was injured, Wumingke would definitely not be better.

If the situation continues like this, then Lingyan will most likely win in the end.

But when the spectators thought of how Wumingke won the last two death battles, they couldn't help but feel uneasy, because in those two death battles, his opponent was also in the upper hand, but in the end, the Taoist soldiers were broken, which gave Wumingke the opportunity to defeat the enemy in one fell swoop.

Once was a coincidence, what about twice?

What about this time?

The spectators who were betting on Lingyan suddenly felt uneasy. The same thing wouldn't happen three times, right?