"What are you flying up for?"
Lian Ying had no time to answer.
joke! !
If you don’t go there, your wife will be gone! !
Only then did Ye Qiao notice that the moment the Jinghong Sword touched the demonic cultivator, countless connected electrical grids tightly wrapped him in it. Among the sword spirits, the only ones that could hit him were Hanshuang, Bujianjun and Lvying.
Feixian and Jinghong use magic attacks. His own melee combat ability is very poor.
"Being broken up is also very scary." Bu Jianjun said softly. Although there will be no obvious pain, the broken sword spirit will fall into darkness for a moment, and every time it will open its eyes as if it is on the verge of death. See the light again.
They are used to it. After all, they have followed countless sword masters. There are all swordsmen who are not militants, but this does not prevent the Lianying Sword and Jinghong Sword from being greasy. The other party simply cannot bear to see his wife being broken up. Bar.
Ye Qiao clearly understood Lve Ying's intention at this moment, and she couldn't help but say two sincere words: "Holy shit."
They deserve to die.
In the past few years, sword spirits can fall in love, but they can't do it as direct descendants. They have tasks all day long, and they are busier than dogs.
Who is worse than them?
Ye Qiao wanted to fight quickly and wanted to join the battlefield with his sword.
Feixianjian waved his hand, "You go find this person's location first, Qiaoqiao. If you waste more time, it will be too late. I always feel that he will be a trouble if we don't deal with him."
"But..." Ye Qiao paused for a moment, "Can the two of them cope with it?"
"It's definitely no problem for this pair of dogs to have a mixed doubles match."
There is a certain basis for what Feixianjian said. Ye Qiao looked up again and found that the clone was being beaten back by the two swords. A light purple sharp light flashed across the tip of the sword and instantly split the clone into pieces. Two halves.
Before they could kill the clone completely, she quickly turned around to find the location of the current.
On the way, Ye Qiao did not forget to hold the tower trap in his hand. All the disciples who were detected by their spiritual consciousness were all put into the Ghost King Tower, and those disciples who were pressed into the tower for no reason and could not get out were particularly depressed.
No one told them that the daily life of a large sect was so exciting. They managed to escape the pursuit of demon cultivators, but were brought to this ghost place.
The disciples who were brought in found that new disciples would be thrown in every once in a while, which gradually gave them some courage and started to communicate with each other.
"I want to ask," one disciple said cautiously, "Who is the person who is imprisoning us?"
"I don't know. They just met each other and put the people around me into a tower without saying a word."
"Is it going to eat us?"
Could it be that someone who locked them in without saying a word as soon as they met could be a good person?
Some people started preparing suicide notes without saying a word after being imprisoned in the tower.
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There were a lot of demonic cultivators coming in this time, and almost all of them were high-level demonic cultivators ranging from Nascent Soul, Golden Pill, to Transformed Gods. The number of transformed gods was beyond her imagination. Faced with this kind of high-level versus low-level demonic cultivators, I am afraid that even the elders did not expect the massacre.
Moreover, the strength of the demon cultivators inside the sect should not be underestimated, otherwise the fourth elder would not have been injured.
Ye Qiao followed the place where the current was flowing, restrained her aura, put on an invisibility charm and began to prepare to deal with the big trouble first. The tracking effect of the Jinghong Sword was excellent. When she touched it quietly, she was in direct contact with the other party's true identity. He was hit hard.
What surprised her was that the other person looked really young.
The realm was one level higher than his own, and the invisibility charm was ineffective in front of him. The sword in Ye Qiao's hand slashed down along the palm of his hand, covering it with layers of frost, and three sword spirits appeared.
"It's been found." Almost at the moment Ye Qiao arrived, the military advisor also discovered that his clone was killed by two sword spirits. He was not surprised to see Ye Qiao chasing after him. He was in a good mood and said hello to her, " See you again, Ye Qiao?"
Ye Qiao looked at him cautiously.
She actually couldn't figure out why these magic cultivators greeted her so enthusiastically every time. Is it possible that masters have to say hello when they meet? Can't we start the fight directly?
The demon cultivator saw her fighting spirit and smiled: "You want to fight me?"
Ye Qiao also put on a false smile, "Yeah, don't you think it's a waste of time for us to chat like this? Anyway, there is only one result, that is, I win."
He exclaimed exaggeratedly, "You are really as ignorant as the rumors say."
This unbeatable tone really makes people want to punch him and fly him into outer space.
At the same time as Ye Qiao arrived, the demonic cultivators who had been ambushing here in advance appeared silently and gathered in her center step by step to surround her. The long swords were unsheathed, and the rich demonic aura mixed with the smell of blood made people sick.
She glanced around and felt dizzy. Can you imagine a dozen identical faces?
There were more than fifty people surrounding her, and a cursory glance showed that almost all of them had copied and pasted faces.
Are you addicted to playing with avatars?
Ye Qiao stepped on her foot, and the sword swayed. The light blue sword shadow spread around her and the ground froze, building an ice wall. The demonic energy rotated and shattered the ice. They swarmed up. With the help of the Feixian Sword, their group attack was ineffective. It's so obvious, but it's not easy for her to deal with it.
There are more than fifty people, and almost forty of them are clones. Even if they are broken up, it will be useless.
The strategist seemed very satisfied with his masterpiece. He smiled and gently covered his expression with a folding fan, "So, you should calm down and think about it. Why did I quickly condense the second clone after one clone was broken?"
He was luring her here.
Ye Qiao raised her eyebrows. She made random guesses, argued with him, and tried to find a way to talk, "You should be the intellectual responsible for your magic cultivator?"
"That's not true." The young man raised his eyebrows slightly.
Ye Qiao tilted her head, broke the magic cultivator's weapon, and slashed it open with a backhand sword, leaving a gap for her to speak. She asked, "I'm very curious about a question, why do you think it's you who are more skilled and not me who comes to you specifically?" ?”
"Before you talk big, get rid of my subordinates first." He waved his hand and saw that Ye Qiao was trying to make excuses. The young man was about to leave here and look for traces of Elder Zhao. "I'll leave first~~"
If this trip can successfully obtain the Sect Master Order, it will still be a successful victory from Ye Qiao. He has already thought about how much praise he can receive when he returns to the Demon Lord.
As for Ye Qiao?
It doesn't matter, in his eyes sword cultivators are all idiots anyway.
"etc."
Ye Qiao's spiritual energy was running low, but she couldn't possibly watch this seemingly powerful person go to Chang Ming Sect to continue the massacre. The top priority was to find a way to stabilize him.
The young man paused and looked back, "What? Do you want to delay time?"
"It's useless, you will lose."
He snapped his fingers, and Ye Qiao became even more dizzy. Damn it, it happened again.
The young strategist separated himself into more than a dozen figures. Under his instruction, more than a dozen clones left the place. "I asked them to give orders. It's useless for you to keep me."
Ye Qiao did not answer. Bu Jianjun harvested the demon cultivators one after another. The dissipation of several figures caused almost minimal damage to the main body. The junior uncle also said that if you want to deal with the distractions in the transformation stage, you must find the main body.
Couldn't find it at all.
She was even blinded by these dozens of identical faces. Ye Qiao clenched her hands and looked a little irritated. With herself as the center point, after clearing the countless sword wind scrolls, she turned around and came back again. This time This separation and distraction obviously caused irreversible damage to the demon cultivator's spiritual consciousness, and everyone became depressed. Ye Qiao took this opportunity to send out the sword, and the military advisor took action at the same time.
The sword made a clear buzzing sound, sweeping up countless sword shadows. Ye Qiao raised his hand and swung the sword, and dark light suddenly fell in front of him. The young man's fist burst out with the pressure of the late stage of divine transformation. At the moment when her movements were stopped due to the pressure, , ready to hit her.
Ye Qiao relied on inheritance to predict in advance.
He was not disappointed even if his move failed. The young man snapped his fingers and split into a clone again.
"It seems you haven't discovered the current situation yet?"
"Ye Qiao, you are surrounded by us." How dare you be so arrogant?
Ye Qiao glanced at it and calmly asked: "Why don't you wait until my spiritual energy is replenished before you fight?"
He smirked: "Do you think it's possible?"
The young man's clone was very strong, and Ye Qiao could feel it, otherwise Jinghong and Lve Ying wouldn't have attacked at the same time. When the two hit her, Ye Qiao was completely suppressed. The other party seemed to be very familiar with her. Fighting style, this undoubtedly made her a little constrained.
"..."
"That guy looks strong."
Frost swordsmanship.
The three sword spirits tried to help, but the strategist seemed to have predicted their actions. It was unknown what means the demon cultivators used during the melee to divide the battlefield. The sword spirits dealt with one group of people, while Ye Qiao One person can deal with dozens of demon cultivators.
Bujianjun and Flying Sword are extremely experienced in fighting. They could see that Ye Qiao's initial response was completely disrupted by these clones.
Every skill in the transformation stage is really disgusting.
"That person's realm is only one level higher than Qiaoqiao." Hanshuangjian was confused, "Obviously, demon cultivators are very weak."
Why is that boy different?
She didn't understand the reason.
Bu Jianjun said calmly: "Because he is a demon. Not a demon cultivator."
Demon cultivators and demons are different. Demons are pure natural demons from the beginning of the world, while demon cultivators were monks before and chose to become demons after going astray.
"This person comes from the Demon Abyss, and he is a demon in the true sense."
The rich and foul smell made Bu Jianjun not want to stay for one more second. He was simply too familiar with the smell of these things.
Ye Qiao noticed the sound of Bujianjun and Hanshuang talking. She did not pause in her movements. She looked at the young man who was pressing forward step by step, with excitement in his eyes. She finally understood why he was so strange. The young man had a long knife in his hand and fiercely It struck at her left arm, and the blade was stained with bright red murderous intent. Not to mention the arm, the person would probably be broken into two pieces.
Every time this young man attacks, he relies on the suppression of his realm. When he saw the blood dripping on her body, he looked particularly excited, which was indeed different from that of a demon cultivator.
The demon cultivator simply likes to kill, rather than being excited like a pervert.
Ye Qiao tilted his head and slashed his head with a knife. The young man wanted to repeat his old trick and use a spinning knife. Unexpectedly, someone grabbed his shoulder at some point, and then his whole body was spun around and flew away. The sword was pressed against his throat. His expression Slightly confused.
Why?
He turned his head and saw Ye Qiao standing behind him at some point.
"What do you think?" Ye Qiao met his blank eyes and gave him a fake smile, "Are you the only one who knows how to use clones?"
She can too.
They are all gods, but Ye Qiao rarely uses them. She only tried them once when she was being trained.
"..." Bu Jianjun felt a little sick in his stomach from the laughter of the two of them, and he was extremely confused by the fact that they both wanted to kill each other, but ended up laughing so brightly.
His expression changed slightly. Not to be outdone, he smiled at her, "Oh? Clone? But the clone will also weaken itself? Are you sure?"
Even the clone wasn't enough to get her out of trouble.
He had calculated it.
Because if nothing unexpected happened, the Demon Emperor fell and her domain was forcibly torn apart. The domain that was enough to control the field could not be opened for the time being.
Coupled with the fact that a sword blocked other demonic cultivators, it took a certain amount of time to replenish the spiritual energy that was drained out. She personally had no spiritual energy to use.
Otherwise, Ye Qiao would not have let the sword spirits choose to clear the way for her.
At present, none of her tricky trump cards can be used, so he is confident enough to deal with Ye Qiao.
Ye Qiao didn't say a word, and slashed his throat with a sword.
The young man grabbed her sword hand and the flesh was torn. Seeing that the sword could not hit his neck, Ye Qiao took out Bu Jianjun again, suddenly lengthened it, and tried to stab him to death.
"……"Depend on.
Forgot about this one.
The young man quickly let go of his hands and fell to the ground, with more than a dozen clones standing in front of him like Jenga. His consciousness was very strong and he could create twenty or thirty clones at once.
The ability to clone yourself is also called distraction. If your spiritual consciousness is wide enough, you can divide it into as many parts as you want. There are at most a dozen of his subordinates, but he is different.
His distractions were numerous.
Ye Qiao failed to stab her with the sword, and she became even more dizzy when she saw dozens of identical faces in front of her that were copied and pasted.
Oh shit.
"Clones are so fun, aren't they?" Ye Qiao almost vomited. She was not only dizzy with the sword, but also dizzy when she saw the exact same person. She grinned slightly, "Then do you want to come and see me?"
Come and hurt each other? Isn't it the clone of the divine transformation stage?
The military advisor hid behind his subordinates and said with a smile: "Okay, but even if you separate her, it's useless." She has no spiritual energy, and even if she is separated, there are only a dozen people, which is of little use.
Ye Qiao ignored him and quickly split the sea of consciousness. The identical figures overlapped each other, and the number gradually increased. At first, the military advisor was still smiling, but when he saw that the number was increasing, his smile solidified.
The fact that she has very little spiritual energy does not mean that there is something wrong with her consciousness.
Soon Ye Qiao opened her eyes and found that she seemed to be more divided. She quickly stopped the tendency of her sea of consciousness to split again. After stabilizing, more than a hundred Ye Qiao looked at each other and at the same time let out an unexplained wow. sound.
"Wow~~"
"Wow--" Exciting.
More than a hundred oohs and aahs, this is really a lot of frog sounds.
It was a scene like a nightmare.
The military advisor's smile froze, his eyes widened slightly and he couldn't believe what was happening in front of him.
Why can she create so many clones when she is in the middle stage of becoming a god?
That is why ah? ! !
"Ye Qiao..." He murmured in an extremely fearful and dreamy tone: "Ye Qiao, there are so many. Many, many Ye Qiao..."
"What should I do? Sir?" A subordinate asked in shock.
"Obviously, it's going to be cold." When the military advisor said these two words calmly, Hanpi's subordinate was still excited.
"Is the Changming Sect finally going cold?"
The military advisor gritted his teeth and said, "It's us who are going to die."
