Seeing her skillful stepping on people, Meng Liu suppressed the anger of being deceived, his eyes were slightly cold, and he looked directly at Ye Qiao, "Ye Qiao of the Changming Sect, it is really better to see once than to hear a hundred times."
He narrowed his eyes and turned his hand to see Jun. His voice was filled with a bit of sinister mockery.
His knowledge of Ye Qiao was limited to his name.
Meng Liu had just taken office not long ago, and he had never read any information about this group of biographies. He only knew her name because she was famous.
One is Ye Qinghan and the other is Ye Qiao. Basically, all the demon cultivators from the demon clan have heard of them.
Every demon clan also hated her. Meng Liu had never been involved in the conflicts between the two clans. Before he was chosen as this bullshit young master, he was still a happy little shrimp in the demon clan.
Meng Liu pursed his lips and glanced at her several times in annoyance. Moreover, he made a deal with Zhengdao. It would be good if it succeeded. If it failed, he had to clear up all the relationships at the first time. Otherwise, he would be the first to die when the Demon Lord Qiuhou settles the accounts. .
Mingxuan was on the side responsible for stepping on the formation holes that had been set up in advance. Seeing the demon cultivators swarming up, he made a mistake with his foot and opened the formation.
As long as they take action, it is inevitable to be exposed the moment the spiritual energy is released. They can only speed up the fight quickly, pick the half-immortal flower before the other powerful demons arrive, and look at the towering tree more than ten feet high. , Xue Yu raised his voice, "Who will pick it?"
"Me and him." Ye Qiao forcefully dragged Meng Liu back, who was trying to distance himself from the relationship. Wanted to stay out of the matter? Beautiful thought.
"Let's go pick it together."
Mingxuan caught a glimpse of Meng Liu's gloomy expression and smiled: "Okay, I'll guard you from below."
Meng Liu, who was forcibly assigned to pick flowers, approached her and whispered through gritted teeth, "I really thank you." It didn't take a second thought to know that the most dangerous place was on the tree. In just a few minutes, there were already dozens of demon cultivators. He scrambled to climb up.
The demon cultivator who climbed the fastest was still disturbing the people below, trying to squeeze them down.
Ye Qiao kindly pushed him away: "No thanks."
As they spoke, a few streaks of demonic energy flew toward them, adorned with dark ghost fires. The ghost fires ignited instantly. Ordinary water flow would not work to extinguish something similar to a spiritual fire. Ye Qiao was accidentally hit by the flames. The spread started, and Mingxuan quickly squeezed a few water balloons and threw them at them, giving them a chill.
The cold water suddenly made her eyes clear. Ye Qiao shook off the water on her body, fixed her eyes on the demons attacking her, drew her sword and jumped directly into the demons.
The sword energy swept away the invisible wind, and some people had their throats cut silently by a sword move without even noticing the danger.
Ye Qiao's speed is neither faster nor slower than Zhou Xingyun and Meng Liu. This is unavoidable. When the eldest brother became famous at a young age, it was absolutely impossible for him to be the kind of person who was not stained with blood. Meng Liu grew up directly among the demons. The two of them shuttled through the demonic crowd with light movements and entered a deserted land.
At this moment, Huashen slapped his palm violently, carrying an unstoppable strong wind. Seeing this, Meng Liu frowned slightly and was about to fight with his sword. Ye Qiao turned around and the pill furnace fell to the palm of his hand. , several people immediately hid behind her.
Meng Liu didn't understand why they were all hiding behind Ye Qiao like eagles catching chickens. He was slowly pulled into the team by Ming Xuan.
Meng Liu: "..."
what? Are you lining up in a row so that you can be wiped out by the group?
Ye Qiao saw exactly where he was being attacked, and the red lotus cauldron in his palm suddenly grew in size. He pushed it forward and landed in front of him. The bomb-like attack hit the outer wall of the thick alchemy furnace, leaving only a dull sound, and then disappeared silently.
Although the God Transformation Palm is powerful, one strike cannot break a spiritual weapon.
To be honest, Xue Yu almost forgot that Ye Qiao still had this spiritual weapon.
Ye Qiao has three spiritual weapons.
Spiritual weapons are also divided into strengths and weaknesses. Compared with other highly lethal spiritual weapons, the Red Lotus Cauldron is somewhat inconspicuous.
"That's the alchemy furnace in Ye Qiao's hand?" Meng Liu asked in a low voice, can the alchemy cultivators' precious alchemy furnace be used to block attacks?
Xue Yu acknowledged the strangeness and even asked, "What's wrong?"
Meng Liu chose to stay away from them with a complicated look on his face.
He turned his attention to the battle situation in front of him. Countless attacks were intertwined. The demon cultivator who climbed up the top received the most unknown attacks. It could be said that the first one to climb up was undoubtedly a living target.
After these monks took action, the scene became even more chaotic. Some demons who were resentful of Ye Qiao didn't even snatch the flowers, and attacked her cruelly one after another. The moves were fatal. Meng Liu was still hesitant to help her at first, but later found out that she was able to do it with ease, so he didn't care.
Five of them were beaten one by one and they were still being teased. The people in the demon clan were indeed a bunch of trash. He sighed in his heart, held the spiritual sword in his hand, and started to do it in front of countless people.
After Bu Jian Jun was given to Meng Liu, she was able to see the effect of Bu Jian Jun's staff in Meng Liu's hands.
The young man's knees were slightly bent, and the jet-black stick changed, like the newly blooming lotus mist, which seemed illusory but not illusory. The moment the demonic energy poured in, the petals carved on it bloomed into three petals, and the black-red magic circle unfolded. Spreading, he raised the corners of his lips.
The formation was filled with an aura of uncertainty and death.
The reason why Bujian-kun has so many different forms is that demons rarely use swords. They are better at attacks such as staffs. The moment Bujian-kun changes form, he acquires the ink-colored staff, and the knowledgeable demons The cultivators recognized him instantly.
"Don't see you?"
"Why is Bujianjun in your hands?"
"Meng Liu! You traitor to the demon clan." Someone shouted twice, and the next second he was swallowed by the magic circle derived from Bu Jianjun.
No one was spared wherever the magic circle touched. Meng Liu smacked his tongue lightly. He didn't know how long Ye Qiao had been starving him. He couldn't help complaining in a low voice, "You are looking for the sword master to come to our demon clan. What do you think you are doing to find a righteous way? Eat all Not enough to eat.”
In Meng Liu's words, he knows how to use this sword far better than Ye Qiao, the sword master. The magic circle is generated very quickly, and the dark lines can vaguely see the shadow of the sword spirit fused with it. .
The demon clan has a class system. They usually dare not give a shit in front of those who are higher than them. They finally seized on the excuse of Meng Liu's rebellion and cooperation with Zhengdao. As soon as they started to attack, someone noticed the young man's hand. The spiritual sword inside.
"Bu Jianjun must have stolen it from him." Someone consoled himself.
Meng Liu, who was suddenly labeled as a thief again, looked at them coldly.
However, before they had time to be confirmed, the black ink sword spirit form vaguely flashed across the next second and merged with the sword.
The state of unity between man and sword can only be wielded if the sword spirit itself approves it.
In other words, he is Bu Jianjun’s sword master?
The moment Bu Jianjun Sword Spirit appeared, the demons who had been frantically trying to eliminate this traitor suddenly woke up as if a basin of cold water had been poured on them.
Maybe they were frightened by their own imagination, and the demons who felt a little in awe quickly backed away to make way for Meng Liu. At the same time, their thoughts turned over and over again, and Meng Liu turned out to be the master of the Demon Lord Sword.
Does that mean that he is the next Demon Lord of the Demon Clan?
The young master does not necessarily mean that he will be the future demon lord. After all, the young master who has been in the demon world and the iron-clad demon will be different if he does not see you. This is equivalent to a kind of inheritance.
Youdao is that brain supplementation is a disease.
Meng Liu was so powerful in his mind that all of his actions suddenly became traceable.
After realizing that he would be the next Demon Lord, everyone was as quiet as a chicken and did not dare to act rashly.
Meng Liu used the opportunity of not seeing Jun to pretend to be a tiger. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, but his mood did not become lighter because he shocked them. As expected, within a few seconds, they thought of something, and their eyes fluctuated, "But I remember that Bu Jianjun looks a bit like Ye Qiao’s sword.”
"Then why is Ye Qiao's sword in his hand?"
"They say he must have colluded with Ye Qiao!! The two of them stole our spiritual sword!"
"You took Lord Demon Lord's sword and you still want to run away? Ha, Bu Jianjun must have been stolen by Ye Qiao."
"Catch this traitor. He is with Ye Qiao."
"How dare you lie to us and kill him." Seeing that Meng Liu was very unhappy, the demon cultivator immediately twisted his neck and grinned, and drew his sword.
Meng Liu's spinning formation was launched again, flexibly appearing in the shape of water, and he shuttled under the attack of a group of demon cultivators, allowing Bu Jianjun to swallow a wave of demonic energy from the demons. He secretly gritted his teeth. One second he was respectful to him, and the next second After thinking about something, he shouted to fight and kill.
This makes him, the young master, very embarrassed!
When Meng Liu used Bu Jianjun, a jet-black sword spirit appeared in the sky and quickly merged into the sword. Its power increased at a rapid speed. Ye Qiao, an ignorant person, felt a little puzzled, "What is that?"
Zhou Xingyun stared at Meng Liu closely, "It should belong to the realm where man and sword merge into one?"
To be honest, he was a little surprised that Ye Qiao's spirit sword fit so well with this young master.
Xue Yu touched his chin, "I always feel like this sentence is a curse."
Ye Qiao took it seriously, "There is a bit of a resemblance."
The realm where the sword master and the sword spirit become one is as mysterious as it is mysterious. This tests the tacit understanding between the two.
Is it now a question of whether to curse or not? Mu Chongxi couldn't help but shook her shoulders, turning her into a swaying seaweed, "Please wake up!! That's your wife, and it was used by that demon clan, ah ah Ye Qiao, I'm sorry You are disappointed."
Abba is so disappointed in you, Ye Qiao.
Ye Qiao unexpectedly understood the subtext of this sentence from his tone. She was so shaken that she raised her hand expressionlessly and prepared to punch Mu Chongxi to let him know who his father was.
"Actually, I think this Meng Liu might have some real abilities." Zhou Xingyun rescued Ye Qiao while the two were fighting and muttered, "Otherwise, why would he be the young master?"
Why is he a lolita pervert?
Demon clan positions are always occupied by those who are capable. They don't care who takes the position of young master, as long as the other party has sufficient ability. Meng Liu seemed quite confident. Perhaps he and the sword could reach some kind of communication or resonance.
Zhou Xingyun narrowed his eyes, "It requires a very high degree of compatibility between the sword master and the sword spirit to achieve unity of mind. In this case, he can at most use it. It is far from achieving the effect of the two becoming one. "
There are also those with extraordinary talents among demon cultivators. This special talent is the same as the natural sword bones of sword cultivators. The natural sword bones can drive any spiritual sword at will. But it's really incredible that Meng Liu can drive him without seeing you. His perverted appearance was too impressive.
Ye Qiao knew that he couldn't unite his thoughts with Bu Jianjun without even trying, "Then why not let Mu Chongxi and Zhao Xi Jian give it a try?"
Now they all rely on Meng Liu to do output, and the five of them feel very guilty.
Zhou Xingyun's sword has always been inconsistent with his concept, and the effect is not very good. In comparison, the Morning and Evening Sword and Mu Chongxi are in perfect harmony.
Mu Zhongxi, who was caught in a trap: "Eh?"
"I can't do it. I can't reach this state." He waved his hands wildly. The only thing he could reach was the divine transformation stage.
As a person with a special physique such as a natural sword bone, it is true that he can complete it. The flame cannot reach the final temperature effect.
Meng Liu was able to use it successfully. In addition to his special physique, his face turned pale a little bit visible to the naked eye. He was obviously not as relaxed as they seemed on the surface.
Xue Yu waited and watched for a while, "I can feel that Meng Liu's attack has become weaker."
"Because after all, he is not the sword master of Bu Jianjun, and the effect is definitely not as good as Ye Qiao. Come on, KFC, let me lend you some fire." The morning and evening sword spirit came out and headed towards the little lolita He waved his hands and said with a bright smile, "Mu Chongxi and I will give it a try."
The little Loli glanced at him, shook her head, hummed slightly, and jumped down. The phoenix fireworks climbed up to use them to swing their swords.
Like woven clouds of clouds, fiery red colors rendered the scene, and the flames intertwined along the sword styles. The color of the day and night at the moment when the sword intention and the sword spirit merged was particularly beautiful.
Mu Chongxi raised his eyes and looked at Meng Liu, who was being attacked by a group of people. With the idea of protecting his partners, he slashed away with a steady sword wrapped in unstoppable sword energy.
There was silence for a moment.
