"Xiao Qiao?" Duan Yu was even more astonished. Even if Song Han's voice came out, why would he still have it?
Ye Qiao curled his lips, looked at these demon kings coldly, estimated the fighting power of both sides, and then briefly concluded that there was nothing to be afraid of. At least it can't be compared to what the master threw to her to vent her anger.
——Another personal biography.
This was the Demon King's first thought.
He himself had a somewhat contemptuous attitude towards his direct descendant. It was not until Song Hansheng taught him a few talismans and formations about how to behave that the Demon King finally no longer dared to look down upon him. The speed at which this direct descendant jumped out in front of him was hard to guard against.
Three hurricanes swept through, and all the monsters that came close to Ye Qiao were smashed into pieces. On the side of the sword tip, Tiao Qingfeng approached, and the Feixian Sword refracted so fast that even the elder could not catch the speed of her sword in an instant.
"That kid Ye Qiao, what's the name of this sword?" asked the elder of the Sword Sect, his eyes suddenly lit up. He had never seen Ye Qiao use it before.
"That's the fifth form of Qingfeng Jue." Duan Yu has never seen Ye Qiao use it. He only knows that Ye Qiao knows the first four moves.
Duan Yu's expression was obscure. Seeing her flowing sword movements, his tense heart relaxed. The place of inheritance was indeed not in vain.
Regardless of whether you have received the inheritance or not, you can at least learn the first five moves.
The two disciples moved in tandem, with their talismans and sword shadows intertwined. Ye Qiao cut off the demon king's limbs with one sword, and Song Hansheng was responsible for covering and rescuing the inner disciples.
It made him completely mad.
Despicable human beings.
The demon king roared and opened his big mouth, revealing densely arranged serrated teeth, and said coldly: "Kill them both! Dig up their spiritual roots!"
Ye Qiao raised the corner of his lips, moved his wrist, and changed his sword style to Bu Jianjun. The sixth form.
A sword sings the breeze.
The first six moves of the Qingfeng Jue were mastered in her hands. The black stick transformed into a dagger. The Demon King put on a defensive state. She tested the dagger in close combat with a few moves. Her precognitive inheritance allowed her to easily capture the Demon King's weaknesses.
The light blue talisman flew out of Song Hansheng's hand and nailed the demon king's limbs hard, helping her to control the time for two seconds.
This brief stagnation was enough for Ye Qiao to take action. The short sword in her hand turned into a long sword. With a sword break, her body turned sideways, and her spiritual energy merged into the sword technique, splitting the demon king in half from the middle.
Accompanied by a demon king falling to the ground. The whole process was so fast that it was difficult for the naked eye to catch it. Song Hansheng opened his eyes wide and asked, "Did you split it?"
"What for?" Ye Qiao glanced at him and grinned: "Not only did he split it, I also tore it apart in the land of inheritance."
She already gave this demon king a lot of face by slashing it open with her sword.
Song Han said: "..."
The two of them chatted as if no one was around, their movements unambiguous.
Fu Xiu was able to fight and defend. Ye Qiao was confronting the Demon King alone, and Song Hansheng was responsible for covering up. It was at this moment that the two elders realized that Dabili was always fighting and making trouble, and the teenage children were also I can now stand alone.
"Leave the demon beast to you, elder." Ye Qiao took a wrong step, "Leave the demon king to us."
Song Hansheng looked at the number and said calmly, "Only seven. Elder, leave it to us."
The two elders couldn't laugh or cry. They were imprisoned simply to cover the evacuation of most of the disciples. The two relatives sent the message just in time, and the two peak golden elixir and Nascent Soul stage talisman cultivators were completely fine.
As a result, neither of the two talisman cultivators wanted to cover the disciple's retreat. One drew his sword and the other pinched the talisman, preparing to beat the demon king violently.
Ye Qiao kicked one of the forms, which was the weak point of the Scorpion Demon King. With all her strength, she was kicked into the killing array set up by Song Hansheng. The moment the array touched the monster, it was activated. Only the screams could be heard outside the array. Calling sound.
Ye Qiao's eyes lit up: "Song Hansheng, listen carefully next, I will kick you, you set up the formation. Try to finish them all in one breath."
Song Hansheng also got a new hunting method. He learned the killing formation. The ancestor of the Yueqing Sect also taught the main attack killing formation. The inheritance given by his ancestor was all cross-realm levels. Ye Qiao kicked the demon king without any ambiguity. If he fails to hit her with one blow, Ye Qiao will find her weak point and kick her out in the next second.
After being poured into the killing array, none of the demon kings who entered came out healthy.
The duo is brutal.
The inner disciples below who were worried about them were worried for a long time and realized that they were worried in vain. These two people didn't know what fear was. If they cooperated, the demon king would either be chopped down or bombarded with talismans.
Some people couldn't help but murmur: "The direct descendants of our five sects..."
"Really, so handsome."
Especially when Ye Qiao and Song Hansheng stood in front of them with a sword and a talisman.
In the world of cultivation, it is not only the monks who complain about their direct disciples, but also the inner sects. It is obvious that the disciples of one sect enjoy the best resources, and their mentality is inevitably unbalanced.
"There is a reason why a personal successor can be a personal successor."
At least they don't have such strength, and they definitely can't stand in front of everyone without hesitation like the two of them.
With every movement and silence, Song Hansheng used formations to change positions so that the monsters could not get close. Ye Qiao's speed was also unstoppable, and all the remaining seven monster kings were wiped out.
The two useless elders looked at each other and took charge of cleaning up the dormant monsters around them.
After the dust settled, the duo, who had a good time working together, didn't realize that they were gradually surrounded by inner disciples.
"Ye Qiao! Song Hansheng! I'll cry to death for both of you."
"Song Hansheng, wow, I didn't expect you to be a good person." They didn't expect Song Hansheng's character to have such a strong sense of sect's honor.
"Ye Qiao!" An inner disciple danced excitedly, "You are so handsome today."
Ye Qiao subconsciously said modestly, "Just average, third in the world."
Song Hansheng, who was standing with her, felt suffocated for a long time. Doesn't this person know how to write the word modest?
The next second, a disciple's question made him choke even more.
