Gu Changqing turned to look at Ye Qing and asked: "Good disciple, if you are asked to get this sword, what method will you use?"
Rather than tangled up here and kept reminiscing, it would be more practical to ask the protagonist directly.
Although Ye Qing has not grown up yet, his choice should not be wrong.
Ye Qing pinched his chin with his hand, looked at the Sun-Chasing Sword not far away and pondered. After a long time, he said: "The Sun-Chasing Sword releases a scorching breath. If we use extreme cold power to subdue it, maybe it works."
"That makes sense."
Gu Changqing nodded slightly, feeling that it was feasible, but he fell into confusion again, "But among the three of us, who practices the Zhiyin Zhihan technique?"
"..."
The three of them looked at each other without speaking, because none of the techniques they practiced had the attribute of ice.
So, the result now is that I know the method, but I can’t implement it!
"Demon Lord of Netherworld Mountain, hand over the artifact quickly!"
Just as the three of them were looking sad and thinking about countermeasures, a scream suddenly came from outside the stone gate.
The three of them looked for the sound and saw that the person who came was a woman, wearing a light blue dress, holding a long sword, pointing at the three of them.
Seeing her, Gu Changqing and Ye Qing's expressions immediately changed, and they said in surprise: "It's you?!"
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The battle between Zhengdao Xianmen and Dark Dragon Island has become almost fierce.
Without Li Xunhuan, the Zhengdao Immortal Sect is in a very bad situation.
The disciples of the Immortal Sect were besieged by the demon soldiers, and less than ten of them were dead.
The demon soldiers on Dark Dragon Island also suffered numerous casualties, and the energy of both sides had reached its limit.
If the fight continues, the result will be obvious, and everyone in the Zhengdao Immortal Sect may be wiped out.
But in general, the ones who suffered the most heavy losses were the demon soldiers of Dark Dragon Island!
Although they had the advantage in numbers, many people were killed by the Zhengdao Immortal Sect because of this.
It's like a group fight. The more people there are, the more likely you are to win, but it will also cause the greatest losses.
The more you invest, the higher your winning rate, but the greater the relative losses!
…
But on Kuyun's side, he was completely at a disadvantage because of the flanking attack between Feng Tianjiao and Youman.
In just ten minutes, his body was already covered with scars and his clothes were stained with blood.
However, because his offensive is relatively fierce, he can always counterattack when facing two enemies.
But all of this was of no avail. The power of counterattack was obviously beyond the eyes of Feng Tianjiao and the others.
Not to mention hurting them!
"Feng Tianjiao, you killed the elder of my Zhengdao Immortal Sect. Today, you must pay with your life!"
Kuyun said angrily,
"Suffer death!"
The long sword in his hand suddenly rose, and countless thunderbolts fell from the sky and attached themselves to the sword body.
The next moment, the long sword stabbed fiercely towards where Feng Tianjiao was standing.
"Yeah?"
"Then I want to see how strong you are? Can you hurt me?"
There was a sneer on Feng Tianjiao's lips, she clenched the short knife in her hand and suddenly rushed out, leaving an afterimage on the spot.
Facing the extremely violent thunder sword, Feng Tianjiao was not afraid at all. The short sword in her right hand suddenly flung out and directly touched the blade.
In an instant, countless rays of thunder suddenly burst out from the sword, hitting the ground, leaving behind streaks of charred soil.
But at this moment, the short knife in Feng Tianjiao's hand suddenly slashed upwards, and the power of the thunder she resisted was scattered to the left and right.
Taking this opportunity, she quickly moved forward, slashed out with the short sword in her left hand, and a purple-blue light turned into the blade.
This purple blade directly hit the sword of the Thunder Sword, and in an instant, the power of the Thunder was dispersed.
Feng Tianjiao used her backhand to grab the hilt of the Thunder Sword, turned around, and threw it out.
This sword, like a thrown javelin, rushed towards the withered clouds.
"What?!"
Kuyun looked surprised and said,
"how so?"
In his widened pupils, a bunch of long swords were stabbing towards him, with great power.
He did not dare to slack off at all, and hurriedly released all his strength, condensing a barrier in front of him.
The sword of thunder is coming fiercely, and the power of thunder mixed with it makes people's hearts tremble.
When the sword blade touched the barrier, countless thunderbolts spurted out from the sword body, hitting the barrier.
It was clearly visible that Ku Yun's face was covered with beads of sweat, and it seemed very difficult to resist this force.
However, the Thunder Sword was still his weapon after all. Although it was extremely powerful, after he defused it, the Thunder Sword was once again in his hand.
Looking at Feng Tianjiao with a sarcastic smile not far away, Ku Yun felt lingering fear.
He really didn't expect that Feng Tianjiao was so powerful.
He probably wouldn't be able to take down both of them by himself.
What should we do?
Just when he looked confused, his eyes were suddenly attracted to the cave behind Feng Tianjiao and the others.
correct!
Ancient artifact!
The Demon King of Netherworld Mountain has gone down!
Judging from the current time, he may have already obtained the ancient artifact.
Damn it!
Why haven't they arrived yet?
All the disciples are almost dead, and the artifact is about to be snatched away by others!
"Where are you looking?"
Feng Tianjiao sneered and said, "Are you worried that the ancient artifact has been taken away by the Demon Lord of Netherworld Mountain?"
"Feng Tianjiao, how about we make a truce for now?" Ku Yun thought for a while and said in a deep voice: "We came here with the same purpose, for the ancient artifact inside. Now, it will be destroyed soon. The Demon Lord of Netherworld Mountain has taken it away. Aren’t you panicking?”
"Why should I panic?" Feng Tianjiao smiled lightly and said, "I have already formed an alliance with the Demon Lord of Netherworld Mountain. What does it matter whether we take the artifact or not? Anyway, I have already killed one of your elders. Overall it’s not a loss.”
Kuyun's face turned gloomy, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Are you sure? Look at the Dark Dragon Island disciples behind you, how many people have died? You have paid so much for him, the Demon Lord of Netherworld Mountain, but the artifact is not yours. You What are you planning?"
Feng Tianjiao fell silent.
To be honest, there are no more than twenty people left on Dark Dragon Island now, and basically all of them are in trouble.
My alliance with the Demon King of Netherworld Mountain was to save the lives of my disciples and to leave the Snow Valley smoothly, but now it seems that it is of no use at all.
At this critical moment, the Demon King of Netherworld Mountain is not here, and his people have not yet arrived in the Snow Valley;
At this moment, he went underground to get the artifact, while the people from Dark Dragon Island are here fighting for him?
Thinking about it carefully, it seems that we are still the ones who suffer, right?
I, Dark Dragon Island, am I being used as a weapon by the Demon Lord of Netherworld Mountain?
What about the promised cooperation and promised alliance?
Why does it seem now that they are all deceptive traps?
"hateful……"
"The Demon King of Netherworld Mountain does not keep his word!"
Feng Tianjiao cursed secretly in her heart.
Then, she turned to look at Youman and said angrily: "Youman, let's go!"
Youman scratched his head, puzzled: "Sister, where are we going?"
"Go and seize the ancient artifact!"
Upon hearing this, Youman was happy and laughed loudly: "Okay, big sister!"
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