saint of humanity

Chapter 2435 That’s it
The first real collision broke out in the fragments of the starry sky. Under the attention of a hundred thousand cultivators, Lu Ye and the Crescent Moon Sword and Ruler intersected, and their respective Taoist powers burst out.

Because he could roughly estimate Queyue's strength, the strength Lu Ye mobilized this time was about two hundred and eighty.

This is undoubtedly slightly more powerful than the waning moon.

So as soon as the confrontation began, Queyue sensed something was wrong.

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

He had never seen such a powerful sixth-level Rong Dao master, and instinctively glanced at the Panshan Knife in Lu Ye's hand.

He obviously mistakenly thought that this was also an elemental treasure, and an extremely highly nurtured one at that. Otherwise, there was no reason why a sixth-level elemental treasure could compete with him in strength.

There was a moment of stalemate, followed by a dazzling attack.

The reason why Queyue has made a name for himself in the death arena is certainly not just because of his own strength. He also has extremely rich fighting experience and his skills are superb.

His greatest achievement was that he once defeated a strong opponent with his weak strength and killed a peak Rong Dao master. This was the biggest source of his fame.

Therefore, 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 training career was definitely longer.

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

"That's not right, Lu Ye."

The battle was fierce, but Liao's voice suddenly reached Lu Ye's ears: "Something is not right!"

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

Instead, it made Queyue suspicious. The monks in the spectator seats could only see the two people fighting for life and death, but could not feel much.

But how could Queyue not sense Lu Ye's telepathic communication?

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

"Anyway, it's not right. It doesn't seem to work this way." 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 clearly awakened because he sensed an opportunity for a breakthrough, and the opportunity was definitely on Zou Bao. This method of fighting for life and death was also thought up by it, but if even this didn't work, Lu Ye really didn't know what to do.

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

"What's missing?"

"Yeah, what's missing?"

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

He suddenly swung his sword, and in his impatience, he failed to control the power of the sword and directly chopped the crescent moon away.

Queyue's eyes suddenly widened, with a look of surprise and confusion on his face.

Every cultivator has his own hidden means or trump cards. He certainly doesn't think that Lu Ye is as simple as he seems. If he were really simple, it would be impossible for him to have such strength at the sixth level of cultivation.

So he concluded that Lu Ye had his own trump card and had been preparing for this moment.

But I didn't expect the knife to come so suddenly and strangely.

Just now... the power that the opponent exploded, there were about 300 of them, right? Queyue felt sad. He also had a similar secret technique that could instantly burst out stronger power, 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, so how could there be any sequelae?
This situation caused a commotion among the monks in the spectator seats.

After three months of promotion in the battlefield, those who are still able to get the qualification to enter and watch the battle are at least the best among the Rong Dao, and among them there are quite a few who have achieved the He Dao.

Originally, those who were in harmony with the Dao had little interest in such a fight, but this sudden change aroused their interest.

After all, although the two sides fought fiercely before, they were at least evenly matched. But at that moment, the strong and the weak were clearly distinguished, and the stronger one was the one with the lower cultivation.

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

After slashing with the sword, Lu Ye suddenly had an idea and thought of a possibility.

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

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

From this perspective, the general direction should be correct, but I may not have done well in some details.

That being the case...

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

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

This was beyond his expectations, because judging from the strength Lu Ye had just displayed, he shouldn't have performed so poorly.

He immediately realized that this was most likely the aftereffects of the other party's secret technique starting to break out.

Of course, this might also be the other party showing weakness, but whether it is the case or not, he would know after a try, so when he saw Lu Ye wanted to get close, he kept his distance from Lu Ye.

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

If the close combat just now was dazzling, then this moment was an extreme tug of war at medium and short distances.

Lu Ye fell into a disadvantage.

He has suppressed his own strength to the level of two hundred and forty. Such strength is slightly inferior to Queyue. Naturally, he will not gain any advantage in such a fight.

After chasing for a while, Queyue finally confirmed one thing: the opponent's strength had indeed weakened, which was probably due to the sequelae of the secret technique.

Although he can use this method to continuously deplete the enemy's spiritual power and thus achieve final victory, when the strength difference is not too big, this way of fighting is the most undesirable because it consumes too much energy.

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

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

This sudden change made all the monks in the spectator seats realize one thing: after the test, the two in the field would probably face life or death soon. Whether the mysterious nameless guest would survive to the end, or the slightly famous Queyue would win, this was what they were looking forward to. After all, almost every monk watching the game had placed a bet.

The two figures collided again. The measuring 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 felt his arm sink and his body shook.

After suppressing his cultivation to this level, he is indeed no match for Queyue, especially since the opponent is holding a special treasure in his hand.

Realizing Lu Ye’s "vulnerability" at the moment, Queyue couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and his attack became more fierce.

However, he did not notice that a glimmer of light suddenly flashed in Lu Ye's gloomy eyes.

Just at that moment, Liao's excited voice suddenly came: "That's right, that's it, hahahaha, I know, I finally know!"

After hearing Liao's voice, Lu Ye realized that his previous thoughts were correct.

Since it is a life-and-death fight, of course the two sides have to be evenly matched. Initially, for the sake of safety, Lu Ye mobilized two hundred and eighty forces to fight against Queyue. This was certainly safe, but it did not meet the requirements for Liao's 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 intense. In the eyes of the monks watching the battle, both Queyue and Lu Ye showed their most ferocious and powerful sides at this moment. Compared with the previous fierce confrontation, the current scene was a real life-and-death struggle.

Blood splattered everywhere, and after just a few moments of collision, both sides were injured.

"Cut him off with the ruler!" Liao screamed again in Lu Ye's mind.

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 was a little crazy. The opponent's attack was not directed at him, but at the measuring ruler in his hand. He tried his best to block the attack of the measuring ruler again and again.

"I ate it, wow, it's so delicious..." The Fang God was muttering to himself. Lu Ye didn't know what it had eaten, but its voice was indeed a little unclear, as if it was really eating something.

Figures moved swiftly and agilely, swords flashed and shadows flew everywhere. From the perspective of the monks watching the battle, this could barely be considered a wonderful battle. However, if we ignore the difference in strength between the two sides and only look at the current situation, it is definitely not worth promoting the battle field three months in advance.

And judging from the current results, it seems that the one with weaker cultivation is at a disadvantage, because he has more and more injuries on his body, while Queyue, on the contrary, is becoming more and more powerful.

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

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

"Did I?" Yuan Xi was stunned.

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

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

It would be impossible for his city defense commander to put so much effort in dealing with a ninth-level Rong Dao cultivator.

Outside Liuguang City, there were more than thirty Rongdao who died at his hands, including some at the peak of Rongdao. So if it was really him, and he wanted to kill a ninth-level Rongdao, it would probably be solved with just a few swords, right?