"It's just a tactic." Mu Chongxi raised his eyebrows at them, "Ye Qiao's sword is in her hand. If you have the guts, go grab it."
His words gave the two people from Wenjian Sect enough inspiration. They looked at each other, then flew forward to snatch the sword from Ye Qiao's hand.
The eldest brother also said that if a fight breaks out, we should attack Ye Qiao first.
It was somewhat difficult to snatch the sword from Ye Qiao's hand, but the cooperation between the two was unexpectedly good, and their sword-wielding moves were in perfect harmony.
Ye Qiao finally understood why the two dared to fight with the eldest senior brother. It turned out that they had the confidence.
The green and golden sword winds intertwined, filled with a murderous aura.
"Two sword energies can actually be used together?" Elder Zhao had never seen such a situation before. "What kind of swords are these two guys using?"
Compared with the other three, these two disciples of the Sword-Wen Sect seemed to have little presence, and their performance in the individual competition was even more average.
"Their spiritual swords are a pair. One green and one yellow. The Azure Sword and the Yellow Spring Sword." Duan Yu narrowed his eyes. "What do you think? Sounds awesome, right? If they work together, they're unstoppable."
With the coordination of the two swords, Ye Qiao's inheritance of precognition could not keep up no matter how fast it turned.
No wonder they are said to be mediocre when taken individually, and it is difficult for them to escape when they join forces.
She thought about it briefly, not seeing Jun changing his form, and followed the different sword techniques used by the two men.
The special nature of Not Seeing Jun gave Ye Qiao a lot of room to play.
Ye Qiao knows more than one sword technique. When he went to the place of inheritance left by the ancestors and predecessors, he was picked out and beaten up by each ancestor. He has already memorized it by heart, and it even has sound effects when he uses it.
Every time he used a move, the elders from the five major sects in the audience would scream in disbelief.
"That's the sword technique of our Yueqing Sect."
"That's our Chengfeng Sect's starting move and defensive technique!"
“Who taught you that?!” The Sword-Wen Sect leader was furious.
Duan Yu had a blank expression on his face, "We didn't teach her that."
This brat Ye Qiao had learned from other sects before, but his skills were definitely not so standard as to be exactly the same.
This level of proficiency can only be achieved through deliberate guidance from someone.
——Then who taught you?
The leader of the Sword-Wen Sect fell into a brief moment of deep thought.
While they were talking, with the cooperation of the twins, one of them hit Ye Qiao's wrist from behind. Taking advantage of the fact that Ye Qiao's hand was slightly loose, Xia Qing snatched it away without Bu Jianjun's sharp sword being able to cut through the person's palm.
Seeing this, the twins showed a slightly relaxed expression and couldn't wait: "Get her out!"
If you don't have your natal sword, of course you should get rid of her as soon as possible.
Ye Qiao admired their relaxed expressions, and pulled out a light sword from the mustard bag. A lavender sword light appeared, and she said in a hypocritical voice, "I'm so sad. My sword is gone just like that."
"But it doesn't matter." Ye Qiao's sad expression disappeared, and he snapped his fingers with a bright smile, and tilted his head: "Next, I have four more swords. Do you want to grab them one by one?"
owe.
It's so fucking owed.
No wonder it was so easy to grab.
It seems that Ye Qiao was playing tricks on them the whole time.
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