Chapter Five Hundred and Thirteen: Lu Yiye Teasing Himself

to kill, one needs corresponding means to back it up, and sharpness is Lu Ye's means!When he was bored, he had experimented with this sharp spiritual inscription. It could not only be imbued on his p...Li Baxian and Feng Yuechan's attack drew everyone's attention. This cultivator hadn't guarded against someone sneaking up behind him, and by the time Lu Ye made his sudden move, it was too late for them to react.

Just as he had taken flight, his body crashed to the ground with a heavy thud. The searing pain in his back made it hard for him to breathe. When he looked up, a rain of blades descended upon him.

He hurriedly activated his spiritual energy barrier for protection, but the barrier only lasted three breaths before shattering under a barrage of sword lights.

The crisscrossing blades slashed down, a staccato rhythm echoing through the air. The cultivator's body trembled violently; in this instant, they endured countless blows, their protective spiritual energy shattered completely.

Then his body lightened, and his vision spun wildly, consciousness fading rapidly. devout to the extreme.Even Lu Ye observed that several people were desperately inhaling without a trace, as if trying to inhale more of the fragrance.His face turned solemn involuntarily, and he secr...