The young master of the demon clan noticed the change in the sky. For some reason, his hair stood up instinctively. He frowned and looked up.
What caught my eye was Ye Qiao's emotionless eyes.
"What do you want to do?" He didn't realize the seriousness of the matter.
Ye Qiao stepped on the breeze and said, "It seems like you like playing with thunder?"
As she got closer, the aura of thunder and lightning in the air became more and more terrifying.
At that moment, the oppressive feeling of the thunder tribulation reached his heart. He panicked for a moment, but soon calmed down, "Ye Qiao, you actually chose to break the Nascent Soul at this time?"
"Then you really don't know what you are capable of..." His mocking tone changed. No, "Why didn't you meditate after you broke through to the Nascent Soul stage?" She looked so relaxed that it didn't seem like she was going to pass the calamity. In his opinion, it was very difficult to pass through the Nascent Soul stage.
As he was speaking, Ye Qiao had already approached, and he was approaching at the speed of Ta Qingfeng in an instant. He could hear Ye Qiao's sneering voice in his ears.
"Since you know me so well—"
She kicked him right in the jaw, sending him flying backwards into the rubble without even trying. "Why don't you go replenish your photo stone and watch my fifth game?"
Anyone who has watched the fifth game wouldn't be so confident.
The lightning of the young master of the demon clan had no effect on her at all. Both of them were in the Nascent Soul stage. In a head-on fight, they were completely defeated by Ye Qiao. Ye Qiao was too fast, and her figure could not be captured even under the suppression of her realm.
The young master of the demon clan raised the corner of his lips, and a black and red light containing a strong demonic aura floated in the palm of his hand, and he slammed it down with lightning speed!
A light blue sword shadow took shape, and the white-haired loli folded her hands in front of her chest and suddenly opened her eyes. Thousands of miles of ice, a little frost, and a little white frost, all the attacks were blocked by the sword spirit.
The Frost Sword was brought back close to the cold Ice Blade, and each move was aimed directly at the neck of the Demon Young Master. When the young man dodged, he used his free hand to gather spiritual energy and punched him hard in the abdomen, sending the man flying backwards.
When the young demon master felt pain, lightning spread out, shattering the light blue sword spirit in front of him.
Damn, a loli is so violent.
At the moment when the ice layer of the Frost Sword was broken, she continued, "I won't see you."
A black sword shadow took shape, and a sense of oppression that could destroy the world came over him, blocking Ye Qiao in front of him. The overbearing demonic energy fell on him, but it actually disappeared in the end?
His eyes widened, "What the hell are you?"
Bu Jianjun stretched out his voice and smiled brightly, "How rude! How can you talk to your great-grandfather like that?"
He was the sword of the Demon Lord in the past, so how could a mere young master of the demon clan be worthy of fighting with him?
Compared to that violent loli, this sword spirit is even more difficult to deal with. His attacks are ineffective against him, and he is always at risk of having his neck cut by the dense black silk threads.
He can't beat them, so how can he use his heads to hit these two sword spirits?
The young master of the demon clan stepped on the stone and prepared to run towards the main city without thinking. The moment he stepped into the main city, he would make sure his disciple would be in trouble!
Ye Qiao looked in the direction he left, calmly opened the jade slip, and informed Ye Qinghan and others.
The battle outside the main city was the most intense. The ground was littered with the remains of monsters and demons. Only with the help of formations and magical weapons could they hold back wave after wave of enemies rushing to their deaths. Ye Qinghan's hand holding the sword was trembling slightly, and his white sect uniform was soaked in blood.
The boy opened his eyes, his eyes were indifferent.
The formation has been broken, but there are still cultivators in the city who have not left. Once they are defeated, the murderous demons will probably massacre the whole city in one fell swoop. The city behind them cannot be given up, and they can only defend it, at least until the sect leaders can free up their hands.
Basically, a direct disciple had to deal with two Yuanying stage masters. He colliding with the Yuanying stage masters, his left shoulder was pierced by the blade. Zhu You's eyes condensed, and Luo Shui drew an invisible water knife with a blood line, cutting off the opponent's head. After swallowing the pill, the bleeding quickly stopped.
Song Hansheng, a talisman cultivator, could only protect himself without anyone to protect him. Not only that, he also had to save others. The demons saw the opportunity and two of them surrounded him from the front and back. The rolling demonic energy smashed down heavily on his chest. Song Hansheng's face turned pale and his internal organs were nearly crushed by this blow.
The talisman cultivator couldn't take any beating at all, and was hit hard on the sand. Song Hansheng swallowed the blood in his mouth and stared at the scattered talisman papers. He needed to ignite the talismans to activate the formation he had set up before.
Someone needs to hold the line during this period.
Seeing another attack coming towards him, Song Hansheng calculated the distance of the talisman paper and prepared to take the blow head-on. As long as the person being knocked away could fall next to the talisman, he could directly activate the formation.
"Hey! Song Hansheng!"
Duan Hengdao pounced forward quickly, and the magic weapon on his body burst out with light and shattered after resisting the attack of the Nascent Soul stage. He dragged the man away almost in an instant, his voice shaking, "Fuck it, don't kill him." That was the chief disciple of Yueqing Sect!
The place where he dragged was exactly the corner where Song Hansheng threw the talisman. Song Hansheng had an unpredictable expression. He didn't expect that it was Duan Hengdao who rushed up.
Let one weapon repairman come to help, will the others die?
The two demons looked at each other, and their long swords flew out and slashed towards the two men in front of them.
Duan Hengdao sensed the danger, turned around and stood in front of Song Hansheng, unfolded the attacking magic weapon in his hand, and the closed flower buds quickly turned into lotus petals. Light red light flew up and repelled the besieging demons.
So scary.
Why would he, a weapon cultivator, come up and fight with a sword cultivator?
But the weapon cultivators had a lot of magic weapons, and the demons in the Nascent Soul stage couldn't hurt him at all even after slashing him dozens of times. Duan Hengdao was like a quail, obviously scared to death, but he still stood in front of Song Hansheng, which made people laugh and cry.
He had been well protected in the sect since he was a child. Facing such a ferocious demon, his hands were shaking again and again. He cried and smashed the magic weapons fiercely. Offensive magic weapons rose up one after another, smashing the two demons and preventing them from getting close to him.
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