Their strategy from the beginning was to grab the sword.
There are only three sword cultivators in Changming Sect. Who would want to fight against five of them face to face? And whether this sneak attack can be successful depends entirely on Xue Yu.
Seeing that both of them succeeded, before Zhu You's vicious sword light arrived, Xue Yu was not prepared to stay and continue to incite hatred. The young man quickly raised his hand and turned over to step down, "I admit defeat."
Walk neatly.
This is his only role as an alchemist.
It would be much easier for two sword cultivators to fight each other without their natal swords.
Ming Xuan turned over, and after Xue Yu was gone, he grinned: "Come on, come on, do you think I, your grandpa, am afraid of you?"
With four talismans in hand, Mingxuan's steps were light and graceful. In the blink of an eye, Zhu You saw several talismans arriving behind her. Her expression changed. She grabbed Mingxuan and hammered him to the ground, but her movements were restrained and uncontrollable. The veins on her forehead twitched slightly, and the wind from her sword was like a nail that firmly penetrated into Mingxuan's shoulder.
Mingxuan covered the wound on his shoulder and took the opportunity to throw down a formation talisman with his free hand. When Zhu You broke free from the talisman, she just took a step when a special formation mark rose up under her feet and firmly trapped her in the killing formation.
She gritted her teeth and said, "Ming Xuan."
Damn Fu Xiu!!!
"Can a talisman cultivator really fight a sword cultivator to even strength?"
"If the venue is large enough and the Fu Xiu is good at dodging, it is possible."
Otherwise, someone will be needed to protect you.
There is a reason why Mingxuan gets beaten by the sword cultivator every time he provokes someone. When he provokes someone, he likes to walk in front of them. Who else should he beat if not you?
Not only Zhu You was going crazy, Ye Qinghan was also on the verge of being repeatedly poisoned by Chang Mingzong.
The Broken Water Sword was taken away by Ye Qiao, and Ye Qinghan could only replace it with the long-lost Black Sword. He had never been so emotionally provoked to this extent by someone. Even Yun Que's betrayal did not make him lose his mind.
Damn Ye Qiao!
Let him die.
The boy's eyes were filled with a layer of cold light that covered the entire ground under his feet. His aura was visibly surging with murderous intent. The silver sword in his hand was wrapped in a terrifying sword wind and slashed towards her head fiercely.
Ye Qiao quickly bounced away from where he was, and the sword swung, causing the air flow to whistle, and the sword almost stabbed her waist. Ye Qiao sighed, "How cruel."
Then he began to fight back fiercely. The Broken Water Sword felt icy in his hand, and the control was somewhat similar to that of Bu Jianjun. There is no comparison between spiritual swords and ordinary black swords. The power of Broken Water is not comparable to that of ordinary spiritual swords.
The collision of two similar sword energies made Ye Qinghan's tiger's mouth slightly numb from the shock. He took two steps back, his lips pursed into a line, and glared at her fiercely, "That's the sword technique of our Wenjian Sect."
"Really?" Ye Qiao smiled. "Don't worry about it. I just used it because I thought it was useful."
Ye Qinghan looked at her as if he was looking at a dead person. He found that even the calmest person's rationality would collapse once they met Ye Qiao.
There was a lot of discussion below.
"A fight between Ye Qiao and Ye Qinghan? There's no skill involved between the two of them, it's all just grudges."
The main reason is that they just don't like each other, and sooner or later they will have a fight. Individual competitions cannot really determine the winner, and both of them will die at that time.
What Ye Qiao did was not something a normal person would do.
First he stole the other person's sword, then he used his sword to hit him, and finally he performed all the sword techniques of the Sword Sect to his opponent in a mean way.
Duan Yu stroked his chin and praised: "Not bad, even the sword energy is accurate."
It's really detrimental to one's mentality.
I hit you with your sword and provoke you.
"Such a strong murderous aura." Xie Chuxue leaned back and observed Ye Qinghan's reaction, "Xiao Qiao has completely pissed me off."
In fact, it is better to be low-key when fighting against others.
It is never a good idea to provoke your opponent.
But Ye Qiao is such a mean guy.
Xie Chuxue appreciated this very much.
Suppressing his anger, Ye Qinghan poured the sword energy in his hand into the Xuan Sword. How could an ordinary Xuan Sword withstand the sword energy of the Nascent Soul Stage? Ye Qiao didn't even need to use too much strength. The first move of Qingfeng Jue came down, and the Xuan Sword made a crisp breaking sound and broke into pieces. Her eyes lit up slightly, and she took advantage of the victory and kicked Ye Qinghan to the edge of the competition stage twice in a row.
The broken water formed a water dragon, roaring towards Ye Qinghan.
Just when the water dragon was about to bite off the man's head, it suddenly disappeared at this moment.
Wow.
Seeing this scene, Ye Qiao decisively changed back to "Not Seeing Jun".
Duan Shui didn't really do it. Ye Qinghan felt better. The young man looked at the black sword that was shattered by Ye Qiao's sword expressionlessly, and suppressed his anger to the extreme, "Ye Qiao, do you want to die?"
Ye Qiao did not answer.
She knew that Ye Qinghan might have a backup plan, so she was too lazy to argue with him and just performed the first five moves of Qingfeng Jue one after another.
There is no way around it.
Zhu You wanted to help but was trapped in the killing array by Ming Xuan, the damned one, and couldn't get out. She said coldly, "Zuo Yi, Xia Qing, the two of you go help the senior brother."
Zhu You usually takes charge of the team. Upon hearing her words, the two sword cultivators who were fighting with Zhou Xingyun decisively put away their swords.
Zhou Xingyun was very difficult to deal with. The two of them, who were in the Nascent Soul stage, had a hard time dealing with him. They thought that the eldest brother had a sure win in dealing with Ye Qiao, but when they looked closely, they saw that
"Big Brother." Xia Qing asked, "Where's your sword?"
Ye Qinghan: “…”
"It was robbed by the bandits from Changming Sect!" Chu Xingzhi was furious.
Xia Qing was stunned: "Ah? This is unfair. No one would snatch the opponent's natal sword during a competition, right?" At least this kind of thing had never happened when they asked the Sword Sect for competition.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
