"What kind of swordsmanship? Stop hiding it and use it quickly, Ye Qiao." Ji Huan on the side was going crazy. Time was waiting for no one at the moment.
"Don't worry, I still owe you Dongfeng."
Ye Qiao's expression did not change, his left hand glanced, and his right hand grabbed the Jinghong Sword from the field. The sword energy was like a rainbow, and with one strike, it was like a spider web that weaved into an array and enveloped countless people in the power grid. The thunder sword spirit embraced He raised his arms and slowly emerged from the sword.
Ji Huan took a breath and almost turned into a screaming chicken: "What kind of sword spirit is that?"
This was the first time he saw such an elegant beauty as Jinghong Jian.
It is seriously inconsistent with Ye Qiao’s temperament! He wants to report it! !
"Jinghong Sword."
No need for Ye Qiao to answer, Ji Huan also knew what kind of sword it was.
As Jinghong Sword unfolded its wide cuffs and waved, the world was changing. She thought Ye Qiao needed her help, so she jumped out immediately. Countless thunder and lightning spread, and the evil cultivator who had just rushed up was touched by the fingertips of this sword spirit.
In an instant, Dian was break dancing on the spot.
The beauty in purple tilted her head slightly, opened her palms, and countless thunder and lightning were ready to strike, "Let the horses come."
The woman's voice is ethereal and elegant.
The only thunder sword spirit in the Sword Cave is Jinghong Sword.
Ye Qiao drew her sword, Jinghong Sword was in her hand, and the shadow of the sword changed with ethereal and agile movement. She raised the corners of her lips: "Do you want to compete with my sword spirit?"
No evil order is immune to thunder and lightning, its natural nemesis.
"spread."
The sword spirit transforms!
The leader's pupils tightened, "Don't stand together, you idiot!!"
The moment he was struck by lightning, his whole body was numb from the close distance. Mingxuan threw out a few water-bending talismans, and the thunderball exploded immediately. Countless evil cultivators were thrown away and slammed into the rocks in the valley, and were crushed to death.
The leader of the evil cultivator gritted his teeth, grabbed the weapon suddenly, and slashed at Ye Qiao without hesitation. The momentum was particularly terrifying. The moment Ye Qiao fought with him, black mist wrapped around her wrist. She subconsciously moved, but found that Being held tightly.
He pinched her wrist suddenly, and the stinging pain of crushing bones made Ye Qiao's expression slightly distorted for a moment. She raised her leg high and hit his heart with huge force.
The moment he flew upside down, he firmly grabbed the Jinghong Sword in Ye Qiao's hand.
Ye Qiao subconsciously wanted to hold it, but the severe pain in her wrist made her lose her strength and the sword was taken away. The man burst out laughing wildly, covered his chest and coughed twice, "Hahahaha, I got it."
"Suffer death, you little bitch."
He smiled maniacally, and was already unconscious due to the mist of the valley. This evil cultivator was still quite strong. After repeated tossing, his combat effectiveness was already astonishing.
When he slashed at Ye Qiao with his sword, Ming Xuan saw that something was wrong and fished Ye Qiao away in time. The young man's folding fan turned into a few shadows. He bent back and retreated. Under the man's violent swing, the black mist was like an octopus. Head towards Mingxuan.
Mingxuan put up layers of shields to block the little junior sister's back.
Ye Qiao, who was ordered to be rescued, rubbed his crushed wrist. Qin Huai's faint voice sounded in his ears, "What are you doing again?"
After all, she first lost Bu Jianjun to Na Mu, and then sent herself into the hands of evil cultivators. She had never made such a mistake before.
Even Jinghongjian realized that Ye Qiao did it on purpose.
She was slightly surprised for a moment, accidentally caught a glimpse of Lianying Sword, covered her lips, and immediately understood Ye Qiao's intention.
Hanshuang, who had not been released from the domain, had silently offered her incense. Jinghong, you died so miserably, Jinghong!
"Hehe." Bu Jianjun covered his mouth and laughed sadly.
"Damn Ye Qiao." Duan Hengdao also realized it later. When he saw the sword the man was holding, he turned his head suddenly, "Why did you lose the Jinghong Sword?"
Ji Huan stood with her, raised his eyes, and told her plainly: "The sword will be easily broken if it falls into the enemy's hands."
The Luoshui Sword is an example. It's no wonder that sword cultivators treat their swords like their wives. Once they leave their hands, they will be broken by their opponents. Therefore, the swords of sword cultivators never leave their hands easily.
Ji Huan tried to guess her thoughts.
Is it possible that Ye Qiao is a willful Jian Duo?
Then this would be too willful.
The others didn't understand, but they knew Ye Qiao's strength, and it was impossible for her to throw the sword out because of this small mistake.
It can only be her intention!
"A sword is indeed easily broken if it falls into the enemy's hands. Of course I know this."
Ye Qiao said seriously: "Have you ever heard that the sword spirit takes its true form for love?"
