Xue Yu put aside the mountain and river map in his hand and said, "Mu Chongxi, do it."
The morning and evening sword glows red and destroys the surrounding demon clan with the force of a prairie fire. No matter how weak the demon clan is, they still have an advantage in numbers. Xue Yu's mountain and river map can perfectly provide a cover for Mu Chongxi.
The two of them worked together flawlessly.
On the other side, Ye Qiao was stopped by a girl without any warning after repelling the demons.
It's Yun Que, whom I haven't seen for a long time.
Ye Qiao noticed the hatred in the other person's eyes.
Hate her?
Ye Qiao looked at Yun Que and became increasingly confused as to what this man was thinking.
"You want to fight me?" Ye Qiao looked at her. The two of them had not seen each other for three or four months. Yun Que's aura had changed. Before, he could barely be considered innocent and bright, but now his eyes were gloomy and gloomy.
The sequelae of being possessed?
Ye Qiao doesn't know, but Yun Que's cultivation has reached the late stage of Jin Dan.
Others also murmured for a while, this Yun Que's cultivation level jumped so fast, did he grow up eating shit?
"I will defeat you openly." After Yun Que finished speaking, several Nascent Soul stage masters stood beside him, staring at Ye Qiao coldly, "Then I will take away your spiritual roots."
Ye Qiao: "..."
"So many people already like you, but I have nothing. You are always trying to compete with me." She murmured to herself, "I didn't want to do this at first."
Ye Qiao had no time to listen to her useless nonsense about self-analysis. She frowned and looked at Yun Que.
"So many heavenly and earthly treasures are being piled on you." She was surprised, "Yunque, what are you unwilling to do?"
Yun Hen treated her very well from beginning to end. Even if an inner sect like the original owner was raised by his own hands, Yun Hen might not be willing to give her any resources. Ye Qiao had nothing to say about this. After all, she was gifted in the world of cultivation. Ye Qiao couldn't figure out where Yun Que's current resentment came from.
The soft emotions in Yun Que's eyes disappeared little by little, "In the end, I was snatched away by you!" Whether it was the blue luan bird or the treasure-hunting beast, greedy sects like the Five Sects were not as honest as the demons.
"At least the demons are not comparable to you sanctimonious nobles."
I'm coming. Sure enough, no matter where they are, the protagonists seem to rarely have good things in their mouths.
As a righteous disciple of Zheng Miaohong, Ye Qiao couldn't help but sigh, "Are you done?"
She actually quite liked her status as a disciple of the Righteous Way. Ye Qiao was also quite unhappy to be belittled in this way.
Yun Que's face was expressionless, "That's it, go to hell Ye Qiao!" In her hand was a small dagger with strange dark lines on it. As soon as she got close to Ye Qiao, she felt strong discomfort. Her swordsmanship was better than before. Quite a few.
But the flaws were still too obvious and were suppressed throughout. Daggers are only suitable for assassination, and Yun Que is stupid enough to compete with her in swordsmanship.
The Lianying Sword couldn't wait to rush out, and opened several wounds on the opponent's body several times in a row. Ye Qiao didn't hold back. Seeing that Yun Que was injured, he immediately used the sword to smash her spiritual roots.
Just when she wanted to continue, the two Nascent Soul Stage masters beside Yun Que made a move.
Ye Qiao clicked her tongue twice and was pushed back. Lian Ying reacted quickly and struck down a sword with his backhand. The shadow of the sword fell on Yun Que's abdomen, and with her scream, it almost broke at the waist.
The advantage of having many spiritual swords is that each has different attributes. Ye Qiao finally understood why these swords often looked down upon Feixian.
Lv Ying was very proud, it was very strong, no one could beat it in terms of speed.
It can even complement Xiaoqi's field.
Yun Que swallowed several bottles of pills in a row before he could barely speak, which made the demon clan dissatisfied and looked over. There were only a handful of demon clan cultivators, but all of them were given to this woman. I don't know what the young master thought.
She glanced at Ye Qiao resentfully, and knowing that she was no match, she handed the dagger in her hand to the Nascent Soul Stage in front of her, "I want her spiritual root."
The demon masters took it over. They were also here under orders. Their target was the five sects. Even if Yun Que didn't say anything, they wouldn't let Ye Qiao go.
Ye Qiao faced two Nascent Soul Stages by herself, her eyebrows and eyes showed no movement.
The two masters of the Demon Race looked at each other and did not dare to act rashly. There is no doubt that Ye Qiao is very strong. He was half testing and half mocking, "You want to beat us two by yourself?"
"Of course it's impossible. You two are nothing." A brisk teenage voice sounded, "But it smells so bad and it's you guys who are so dirty and don't take showers."
Bu Jun transformed from the sword, held his chest in his arms, blinked his eyes, passed by the demons, and looked at Yun Que: "Have you used it to dig out people's spiritual roots?"
There is so much resentment, even a person like you who cultivates the path of killing can feel a little surprised.
Yun Que was stunned, "Sword spirit transformed?"
She reacted quickly: "Are you the stick?"
Bu Jianjun smiled brightly: "I am your ancestor." The dark chain was wrapped around her, Yun Que quickly grabbed a sword from the mustard bag, cut it off without thinking, wrapped it around her neck, and strangled her with an expressionless expression. , as if to cut off her fragile neck.
The bloody flesh was turned out, and Jun's eyes were filled with black, and he said with thick malice, "Go to hell."
The next second, the sword in Yun Que's hand burst out with little rays of light, dissolving all of Bu Jianjun's domineering sword energy.
"Eh?" Jun paused slightly.
Is there a spirit?
Why does this guy have so many good things in his hands?
Ye Qiao waved to indicate Bu Jianjun's return, and at the same time wanted to insult Tiandao more than once.
Without Luo Shui, what kind of sword is this?
…
The battle has reached an intense stage. The long sword in Zhou Xingyun's hand was in the void. The breeze broke through. Using himself as a guide, the sixth form of the Qingfeng Jue swept in. All the demons swept in were shattered by the wind knife, and their eyes were filled with blood mist, cold and cold. The strong wind swept away him, and there was no trace of blood on the corners of the young man's clothes from beginning to end.
Not only is obsessive-compulsive disorder serious, mysophobia is also serious.
Duan Hengdao quickly built a protective shield and put one on the people next to him. It was rare for Chengfeng Sect to be generous, so they immediately swept away their magical weapons without any courtesy.
"Senior Brother Zhou." Duan Hengdao twitched the corner of his mouth, "What about that, can you be gentler? We don't want blood on our bodies."
I don't care about their life or death at all.
Zhou Xingyun: "Oh."
Duan Hengdao: "..." I seriously suspect that the other party is perfunctory.
This wasn't the first day he got to know Zhou Xingyun. Strictly speaking, Zhou Xingyun really didn't have any great moral principles. He only cared about the people he cared about, and he was a little indifferent to himself. It was no wonder that he would forget his feelings.
"Then can you block the sword?" Shen Ziwei wore a mask of pain. Their senior brother didn't care about their life or death. He left a few of them behind and took the Qingfeng Sword to kill at the front. They could only hide behind Zhou Xingyun.
Zhou Xingyun also didn't have any affection for the sect, and he disappeared faster than anyone else with a single stroke of luck.
"No." Zhou Xingyun lowered his eyes and said righteously: "This is my sword."
Duan Hengdao looked at Gu Jing Wubo's eyes and muttered twice in a panic, "Okay." The sword cultivator seemed to be very fond of the sword.
He took out the defensive magic weapon and the offensive magic weapon from the mustard bag, so he could only bite the bullet.
Bu Jian Junzheng was entangled with the spirit of the dagger, and when Bu Jian Jun was thinking whether to crush it or take it away to Ye Qiao, Zhou Xingyun saw this scene and decisively threw Duan Chen away.
The snow-white spiritual sword was thrown straight towards the battlefield, making a sharp and bright arc, "Ah, ah, Zhou Xingyun! I hate you."
A voice of despair came from mid-air.
Ye Qiao raised his head and twitched the corner of his mouth.
What fell?
