Everyone looked up in pursuit of the sound. Ye Qiao was riding on a fiery red bird, holding a spirit bow, with the corners of his lips slightly raised. He blinked at them, and Song Hansheng was sitting next to him: "Hi, your number one is here to save you."
“It’s not Miaomiao.”
"It's Ye Qiao!"
The last sentence completely broke the silence in the air, and the monks outside the field all screamed excitedly.
"Ahhh, looking northwest to shoot the wolf, awesome Ye Qiao."
"She's not dead? Holy shit."
"Not only did she not die, she also brought all the sword cultivators' wives and alchemy cultivators' equipment. Ye Qiao is truly amazing!!"
"So handsome! Your number one is here to save you!"
The elders also stood up immediately. I don’t know if they were stirred up by the emotions outside the venue or something else, but they also became a little excited for some reason: “And there’s that kid Song Hansheng.”
The two men sat together. Song Hansheng quickly threw the talisman down, and the fire-controlling talisman burned open the disciple who was tied up by vines. Ye Qiao followed with two more arrows, which tripped the demon saint who was chasing people.
Her face turned cold when she saw the two people, "You are not dead?" Logically speaking, on such a high cliff, without being able to adjust the posture to fly the sword, the chance of survival is very small.
"Look! It's Ye Qiao!!" Miaomiao was almost caught again because she ran too slowly. Noticing the spiritual arrow and the rapid contraction speed of the vines, the girl's pupils trembled slightly and she looked up to catch the other person's figure.
Chu Xingzhi, who heard the voice just now, was about to turn around and curse at which idiot was so arrogant, but the next second he saw his black sword being ruthlessly thrown down from mid-air.
The young man subconsciously reached out his hand and grasped it, and with a slight movement of his wrist, he asked about the sword technique of the Sword Sect. The long sword was unsheathed, and the ground was covered with frost.
With a slash of the sword, the demon that tried to approach was forced back.
What a sword cultivator needs more when fighting is a sword. Without a sword, nothing can be done conveniently. What Ye Qiao threw down was not a sword, but a savior.
"Fuck. It's you? Ye Qiao!" Chu Xingzhi held the sword, looked up and saw an old acquaintance, and was stunned: "So you really didn't run away?"
Before, Yue Qingzong’s disciples brainwashed them crazily and mocked that Ye Qiao had left, and he basically believed it, so it turned out that she didn’t leave.
Everyone had the same question in their mind: where had she been before?
He was exhausted and came here with Song Hansheng.
Mingxuan wiped the blood from his ear due to excessive consumption in setting up the formation, his heart broken, "Why are you back?" He was actually glad that someone from their sect had escaped.
"Of course I came back to save you."
When Qin Huai saw Ye Qiao, he almost felt dizzy.
She really didn't run away?
But what’s the use of Ye Qiao coming back after building his foundation?
Qin Huai used the branch in his hand as a sword to barely block the attack, but even so, he was seriously injured. The man was breathing rapidly and his voice was hoarse: "You and Song Hansheng came back to die together?"
"What are you sending yourself to die for? Isn't that unlucky?" Ye Qiao sat on the big bird without even raising his head and passed by him quickly, "Open the door, open the door! Chang Mingzong is sending his wife away."
Ye Qiao threw Zhou Xingyun's Duan Chen, Mu Chongxi's Chao Xi, and the wives of the sword cultivators over, and shouted to the sword cultivators below: "I've brought your wives to you."
“???” What wife?
Mu Chongxi was stunned for a moment, then saw Ye Qiao holding a pile of swords. He recognized his own Chao Xi at a glance.
Zhou Xingyun's Duan Chen was also among them.
Ye Qiao threw them down one by one. The swords and their masters were bound together. After being thrown down, the swords quickly returned to the hands of their respective sword masters. The situation changed at this moment. The sword cultivators who had been listless suddenly recovered with full blood after holding the swords. They attacked fiercely and their sword moves were very ferocious.
Even the Saint of the Demon Clan was forced to lose her composure a little. She gritted her teeth and said, "Ye Qiao."
"I really underestimated you."
Fall off a cliff and still come out alive.
Ye Qiao smiled slightly: "You just underestimated me."
"Let's deal with them first!" The Demon Saint's face darkened. After giving an order, her partner behind her also moved. The demon boy took a slight step and appeared behind the two of them.
A knife chopped down fiercely, and the defensive talisman that Ye Qiao had drawn on the cliff before shattered.
He raised his hand and was about to strike him a second time, but the next second, Song Hansheng's talisman also came to his face at the same time.
The boy's eyes were cold and he silently uttered the word "broken"
The seemingly ordinary talisman began to burn instantly as the sound fell, and cracks spread all over the body. The demon boy only felt his palms getting hot, and let out a scream the next second.
The demon's eyes were sinister, and in anger he aimed his palm at Song Hansheng fiercely: "Go to hell!"
The attack from the Nascent Soul Stage, wrapped in thick demonic energy, was about to land on his chest. Song Hansheng's breathing stagnated slightly, and he was ready to take the blow.
However, at this moment, the motionless talisman in his arms became slightly hot, and the defensive talisman quietly lit up, forming a seal, which canceled each other out and turned into ashes.
Song Han's voice was slightly hoarse. Logically speaking, the defensive talisman would not have enough time to build a defense against a close-range attack.
But after Ye Qiao combined the two, the defense thickness and speed were greatly improved, and the time for close-range attacks was just enough.
…
No one stopped him, so Ye Qiao rode the bird and flew him around in the sky, which gave Song Hansheng a good opportunity to perform.
He had been targeted madly before, either being beaten at close range or attacked by surprise. Today, Song Hansheng finally found the feeling of being able to call the wind and rain before he met Ye Qiao.
A Yueqing Sect fan outside the venue recalled: "I remember that before our Song Hansheng met Ye Qiao, he also stood at the highest point, looking down on the chief disciples of other sects all day long."
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