Xue Yu threw away the mountain and river map in his hand and said, "Mu Chongxi, do it."
The Chaoxi Sword glowed red and destroyed the surrounding demons with the force of a prairie fire. No matter how weak the demons were, they had the advantage in numbers. Xue Yu's map of mountains and rivers could perfectly provide cover for Mu Chongxi.
The two of them worked together seamlessly.
On the other side, Ye Qiao was stopped by a young girl without any warning after defeating the demons.
It’s Yunque who I haven’t seen for a long time.
Ye Qiao noticed the hatred in the other person's eyes.
Hate her?
Ye Qiao looked at Yun Que and became more and more confused about what this man was thinking.
"You want to fight with me?" Ye Qiao looked at her. They hadn't seen each other for only three or four months, but Yun Que's aura had changed. She could barely be considered innocent and bright before, but now her eyes were gloomy and depressed.
The aftereffects of being possessed by a demon?
Ye Qiao didn’t know, but Yun Que’s cultivation had already reached the late Golden Core stage.
Others were also puzzled. How could Yun Que's cultivation level increase so quickly? Did he grow up eating shit?
"I will defeat you fairly." Yun Que said, and several Yuanying stage masters stood by his side, staring at Ye Qiao with cold eyes, "Then I will take away your spiritual roots."
Ye Qiao: “…”
"You already have so many people who like you, but I have nothing. You are always competing with me for things." She murmured to herself, "I didn't want this to happen at the beginning."
Ye Qiao didn't have time to listen to her useless self-analysis. She frowned and looked at Yun Que.
"So many treasures are piled on you." She was surprised, "Yunmai, what are you dissatisfied with?"
Yun Hen had treated her very well from the beginning to the end. For an inner disciple like the original owner, even if he had raised her himself, Yun Hen might not be willing to give her any resources at all. Ye Qiao had nothing to say about this. After all, talent is everything in the world of cultivation. But Ye Qiao really couldn't understand where Yun Que's current resentment came from.
The gentle emotions in Yun Que's eyes disappeared little by little, "In the end, they were all snatched away by you!" No matter whether it was the Blue Luan Bird or the treasure-hunting beast, the Five Sects, as greedy as they were, were not as honest as the demons.
"At least the demons are not comparable to you bunch of sanctimonious and upright people."
Here it comes. As expected, no matter where you are, the famous and upright sects seem to have few good things in the mouths of the protagonists.
As a disciple of the righteous path with a good family background, Ye Qiao couldn't help but sigh, "Are you done?"
In fact, she quite likes the identity of a righteous disciple. Ye Qiao is quite unhappy about being belittled like this.
Yun Que had a blank expression on her face. "That's it. Go to hell, Ye Qiao!" She held a small dagger in her hand with strange dark patterns on it. As soon as she approached Ye Qiao, she felt a strong discomfort. Her swordsmanship had improved a lot compared to before.
But the flaw was too obvious, and she was suppressed throughout the whole process. The dagger was only suitable for assassination, and it was foolish for Yun Que to compete with her in swordsmanship.
The Shadow Sword rushed out impatiently, cutting several wounds on the opponent's body in a row. Ye Qiao did not hold back. Seeing that Yun Que was injured, he immediately used the sword to crush her spiritual roots.
Just when she wanted to continue, the two Yuanying stage masters beside Yunque took action.
Ye Qiao made two clicks of the tongue and was pushed back. Liuying reacted quickly and slashed with his sword. The sword shadow landed on Yunque's abdomen, and with a scream from her, it almost broke her in half.
The advantage of having many spiritual swords is that each has different attributes. Ye Qiao finally understood why these swords often despised Feixian.
The shadow was very proud of itself. It was very powerful and no one could match it in speed.
It can even complement the field of Xiaoqi.
Yun Que swallowed several bottles of pills in a row before he could barely speak, which made the demons look over with dissatisfaction. There were very few demon pill cultivators, and they all gave them to this woman. No one knew what the young master was thinking.
She glanced at Ye Qiao resentfully, and knowing that she was no match for him, she handed the dagger in her hand to the Nascent Soul Stage cultivator in front of her, "I want her spiritual roots."
The demon master took it over. They also came here on orders. Their target was the direct descendants of the five sects. Even if Yun Que didn't say anything, they would not let Ye Qiao go.
Ye Qiao was facing two Yuanying stage cultivators alone, but her expression did not show any change.
The two demon clan masters looked at each other, not daring to act rashly. There was no doubt that Ye Qiao was very strong. He half tested and half mocked, "You want to fight two of us alone?"
"Of course not. You two are nothing." A cheerful boy's voice sounded, "But it smells so bad. It's you two who are dirty and don't take showers."
Bu Jianjun emerged from the sword, folded his arms, blinked his eyes, and passed by the demons. He looked at Yun Que and said, "Have you ever used it to dig out people's spiritual roots?"
There is such a strong resentment that even someone like Jun who practices the way of killing can feel a little surprised.
Yun Que was stunned. "The sword spirit has transformed?"
She quickly responded: "Are you the stick?"
Bu Jianjun smiled brightly: "I am your ancestor." A pitch-black chain wrapped around her, and Yun Que quickly grabbed a sword from the mustard bag, and without thinking, slashed it down and wrapped it around her neck, strangling her expressionlessly, as if to cut off her fragile neck.
The bloody flesh turned inside out, and Bu Jianjun's eyes were filled with black, full of malice: "Go to hell."
The next second, the sword in Yun Que's hand burst out with a little light, dissolving all of Bu Jianjun's domineering sword energy.
"Eh?" Bu Jianjun paused.
Is it spiritual?
How come this guy has so many good things in his hands?
Ye Qiao waved his hand, indicating that Bu Jianjun should not come back, and at the same time he wanted to insult Tiandao more than once.
There is no Luo River anymore, so what kind of sword is this gift?
…
The battle reached a white-hot stage. Zhou Xingyun pointed the long sword in his hand at the void, and the wind broke. With himself as the guide, all the demons that were swept in by the sixth move of Qingfeng Jue were shattered by the wind blade. The sight was full of blood mist. The fierce wind only avoided him. There was no blood on the corners of the young man's clothes from beginning to end.
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