"Xiao Qiao?" Duan Yu was even more stunned. It would have been fine if Song Hansheng had just come out, but why was there another one?
Ye Qiao grinned, looking coldly at the demon kings, estimating the fighting power of both sides, and then briefly concluded that they were not to be feared. At least they were not comparable to the ones that the master had given her to vent her anger.
——Another direct disciple has arrived.
This was the demon king’s first thought.
He originally held a somewhat contemptuous attitude towards his direct disciple, until Song Hansheng taught him how to behave with a few talismans and formations, the Demon King finally no longer dared to look down on him. The speed at which this direct disciple appeared in front of him was hard to guard against.
Three hurricanes swept through, and all the monsters that approached Ye Qiao were crushed to pieces. With the tip of the sword on one side, she stepped on the breeze and approached. The Feixian Sword refracted so fast that even the elders could not catch her sword speed in an instant.
"What's the name of this sword used by Ye Qiao?" The elder of the Sword Sect's eyes suddenly lit up. He had never seen Ye Qiao use it.
"That's the fifth move of Qing Feng Jue." Duan Yu had never seen Ye Qiao use it, he only knew that Ye Qiao knew the first four moves.
Duan Yu had a gloomy expression, but when he saw her smooth sword moves, his tense heart relaxed. It was indeed worth the trip to the place of inheritance.
Regardless of whether you get the inheritance or not, at least you can learn the first five moves.
The two disciples walked one in front and one behind, talismans and sword shadows intertwined. Ye Qiao cut off the demon king's limbs with one sword, and Song Hansheng was responsible for covering and saving the inner disciples.
It made him completely mad.
Lowly human beings.
The demon king roared, opened his mouth and revealed a dense array of teeth, and said coldly: "Kill them both! Dig up their spiritual roots!"
Ye Qiao raised the corner of his lips, moved his wrist, and changed his sword style to "No One Sees You". The sixth style.
Ode to the Sword and the Breeze.
The first six moves of Qing Feng Jue were mastered by her. The black stick was transformed into a dagger. The Demon King took a defensive stance. After a few close combat attempts with the dagger, the inheritance of predictive power allowed her to easily capture the Demon King's weakness.
A light blue talisman flew out of Song Hansheng's hand and nailed the demon king's limbs, helping her control it for two seconds.
This brief pause was enough for Ye Qiao to take action. The short sword in her hand turned into a long sword, and with one slash of the sword she broke through the wind. She flipped her body sideways, and her spiritual energy flowed into the sword technique, splitting the demon king in half.
A demon king fell to the ground with a loud bang. The whole process was so fast that it was difficult to catch with the naked eye. Song Hansheng barely opened his eyes and asked, "You chopped it?"
"What?" Ye Qiao glanced at him and grinned, "Not only did I split it, I also tore it apart in the inheritance place."
She was already giving the demon king face by just slashing it in half with her sword.
Song Hansheng: "..."
The two of them were chatting as if no one was around, their actions were very clear.
Fu Xiu was able to fight and defend, Ye Qiao faced the demon king alone, and Song Hansheng was responsible for covering him. It was at this moment that the two elders realized that the teenagers could also stand on their own, as there were often fights and quarrels in the competition.
"The monsters are in your hands, elder." Ye Qiao took a wrong step, "Leave the monster king to us."
Song Hansheng looked at the number and said calmly, "There are only seven. Elder, leave it to us."
The two elders were more or less at a loss whether to laugh or cry. They were imprisoned purely to cover the evacuation of most of the disciples. The messages from these two relatives came just in time. There was no problem at all for the two talisman cultivators at the peak of the Golden Core stage and the Nascent Soul stage to protect the people.
As a result, neither of the two talisman cultivators planned to cover their disciple's retreat. One drew his sword, and the other formed a talisman, preparing to beat the demon king.
Ye Qiao kicked one of the forms, which was the weakness of the Scorpion Demon King. Under the force of her kick, she kicked it fiercely into the killing formation set up by Song Hansheng. The formation was activated the moment it touched the monster, and only screams could be heard outside the formation.
Ye Qiao's eyes lit up: "Song Hansheng, listen carefully from now on, I'll kick, you set up the formation. Let's try to get rid of them all in one go."
Song Hansheng also got a new way of hunting. He learned the killing formation. The founder of Yueqing Sect also taught him the killing formation. The inheritance given by the ancestor was all cross-border level. Ye Qiao kicked the demon king without any ambiguity. Anyone who failed to hit her in one blow would be found by Ye Qiao and kicked away in the next second.
Poured into the killing array, none of the demon kings who entered came out intact.
The duo was very brutal.
The inner disciples who were worried about them found out for a long time that their worries were in vain. These two people didn't know what fear was at all, and when they cooperated with each other, the Demon King was either chopped or bombarded with talismans.
Someone couldn't help but murmur: "The direct descendants of our five sects..."
"Really, so cool."
Especially when Ye Qiao and Song Hansheng, one holding a sword and the other holding a talisman, stood in front of them.
In the world of cultivation, not only cultivators have complaints against their direct disciples, but the inner disciples also have some. They are disciples of the same sect, but they all enjoy the best resources, so it is inevitable that they have an unbalanced mentality.
"The fact that the direct disciples can be direct disciples has their reasons."
At least they don't have such strength, and they definitely can't stand in front of everyone without hesitation like those two did.
With one moving and the other still, Song Hansheng used the formation to change positions so that the monsters could not get close. Ye Qiao's speed was also unstoppable, and the remaining seven monster kings were all wiped out.
The two elders who were useless looked at each other and were responsible for clearing out the monsters lurking around.
After the dust settled, the duo, who had enjoyed the fight so much, didn't realize that they were gradually being surrounded by the inner sect disciples.
"Ye Qiao! Song Hansheng! I'll cry to death if you two do this."
"Song Hansheng, wuwuwu, I didn't expect you to be a good person." They didn't expect Song Hansheng to have such a strong sense of sect honor.
"Ye Qiao!" An inner disciple danced with excitement, "You look so handsome today."
Ye Qiao subconsciously said modestly, "It's just so-so, third in the world."
Song Hansheng, who was standing next to her, felt a long-lost suffocation. Doesn’t this person know how to write the word humility?
The next second, a disciple's question made him even more suffocated.
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