Chapter 982: Never Holding Grudges

nimaginably sharp!Only then did he have time to look around, and in astonishment he discovered that all of his fellow disciples were lying in pools of blood, lifeless. There were only two living peopl..."Captain, he's coming!" The cultivator driving the spirit boat suddenly exclaimed, because the familiar creature that was originally flying beside them wearing a mask suddenly turned and swooped straight towards them.

The aura is oppressive and surging with power. The arrival of this person is not friendly!

Zhou Kui roared, "Lu Yiye, how dare you!"

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I just can't figure out what Lu Yiye is up to. He actually dared to attack them so brazenly, and he came alone.

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For a Body Cultivator, a weak physique is not the best protection.

Therefore, those with low cultivation levels rely heavily on defensive treasures. Even if their own physical bodies are weak and they can only survive by relying on them, any kind of treasure will be helpful.

Facing the seventh punch unleashed by Lingli's spiritual energy, the spirit artifact remained oblivious. The long sword in his hand pressed down smoothly, and Lu Ye, who was already extremely frenzied, became even more agitated.

Under the long blade, a flash of light. Double-peak sharp spirit pattern empowered!

's expression changed drastically. In that instant, I sensed my defenses being ripped apart, a bloody gash appearing on my fist where the blade had cut deep, exposing bone.

> exerted great effort to activate his protective power, how could it withstand the sharpness of the long sword empowered by the sharp spirit patterns on its twin peaks With the aid of his spiritual artifact, his cultivation at the seventh level of Zhenhu Lake was far superior to Lu Yiye's. There was no defense he could mount against my attack.

Every cut that falls is a brand new wound, blood splashing like broken wings.tly bent, took a light breath, and his spiritual power surged. His own blood and Qi intertwined with the amber's blood, forming a whole. The Pianshan sword hung before his eyes, its blade flashing wit...