Duan Yu pointed his spearhead at Elder Zhao, "If you give these people more lessons on weekdays, they won't be suppressed by Ye Qinghan now."
The inheritance of the ancestor's will is extremely mysterious, but the comprehension of these disciples is unprecedentedly high. Duan Yu is extremely confident in his own disciples, and they are definitely no worse than Ye Qinghan.
Qin Fanfan also had a lot of thoughts.
The inheritance of their Changming Sect's founder was passed on to Zhou Xingyun.
I don’t know if Zhou Xingyun can intercept it.
"Ye Qiao and Mu Chongxi are like two savages, leaving early and coming back late. There are never enough people in the classroom. How can I teach?" Elder Zhao's face darkened when he mentioned this.
Qin Fanfan tried to smooth things over: "Don't argue for now, we may not be defeated."
How much potential Ye Qiao has depends on the strength of his opponent.
Death is not imminent yet. Didn't you see that the four people on the stage were calmer than each other?
Even Xue Yu was not in a hurry.
Elder Zhao continued to look gloomy. A mysterious space formed around Ye Qinghan. Sword shadows flowed out unconsciously, destroying the entire back mountain. "Pay compensation! After this fight, all the people of the Sword Questioning Sect must stay to pay the compensation!"
I really overestimated them.
One second he was still rejoicing that the competition platform was not broken, and the next second they showed him what it meant to be a traitor.
The sword energy formed around Ye Qinghan carried a strong killing intent, and the airflow it produced could cut people. Mingxuan muttered, "You have such a strong killing intent, why don't you practice the way of killing?"
"He has this kind of personality that doesn't recognize his relatives." Zhou Xingyun said calmly, "Also, stop chatting and form a formation."
Mingxuan uttered "oh" twice and formed a seal to lock the surroundings.
Control themselves in a space and protect the fellow disciples around them tightly. With this level of protection, Mingxuan can guarantee that they will not be killed by a sword, but he cannot guarantee anything else.
"Does he want to reach the top in one step and stand shoulder to shoulder with the founder?" Mu Chongxi smacked his lips, looking at the sword shadows ready to strike around Ye Qinghan, who was rumored to be the founder of the Wenjian Sect.
He actually used it. Not only was its power so exaggerated as to destroy the world, but the scene was also shocking enough.
There are only two choices left for them: escape or confront the enemy head-on.
Ye Qiao chose to confront him head-on. The Shadow Sword turned along his palm, and the little Nascent Soul in his body temporarily protected him. He walked out of the formation set up by Ming Xuan, and used his wrist to disperse the sword shadows one after another.
Ye Qinghan raised his hand, turned his palm slightly, and pointed the sword directly at her.
His tone was indifferent, "Do you like to die so much?"
The dense sword shadows formed a huge giant sword, which almost deprived people of their breathing when it pressed down.
"Aren't you the one who's looking for death?" She adjusted her breathing, and swung the Shadow Sword aside, not forgetting to say a few words.
Ye Qiao stepped into the air towards the flying sword shadows. At least tens of thousands of sword shadows gathered around Ye Qinghan. He dodged all of them with his body skills and stood alone on the side of the competition stage.
The promised team battle turned into a grudge match.
"Ye Qiao is so fast."
Duan Yu was proud: "Of course!" The speed at which he hit!
Ye Qinghan narrowed his eyes. He was really mad at Ye Qiao. He immediately swung his sword, draining away most of his spiritual energy and physical strength. He had an expressionless face and continued to press down.
At the moment when Ye Qinghan's sword pressed down, the little Nascent Soul in Ye Qiao's body protected her tightly, and the entire scene was destroyed.
Mingxuan and his men are in a much better situation now that they are protected by a formation.
Ye Qiao was at the center of the storm, and the little Yuanying in her body was trying hard to help her repair her wounds.
Ming Xuan slapped Mu Chongxi on the head nervously, "Damn, is he sick? He really wants to attack Ye Qiao."
Mu Chongxi's head was thumped by the slaps. He got angry and punched Mingxuan into the ground, "Stop patting my head!"
When the two were fighting vigorously, tens of thousands of sword shadows rolled up in the center of the arena, and a light golden sword shadow hung high above their heads. Ye Qiao's hand gestures were very fast, and they took shape almost at the same time as Ye Qinghan's sword shadow. She chose to strike first and was faster than Ye Qinghan.
The moment Ye Qinghan's sword technique fell, she also calmly made a hand gesture and prepared to send a sword to Ye Qinghan's face.
Don't you want to kill her?
Come on, let’s use our sword moves together.
Let’s see who will be the last one to die first.
The snow-white sword light gathered together, and the light golden sword shadow was like a giant sword suspended in the air, forming a terrifying height. The collision of the two auras almost caused a small explosion.
"Ah?" I don't know whether he was surprised that she dared to confront Ye Qinghan head-on, or was surprised that she could express the same emotion as Ye Qinghan.
"Whose ancestor's sword intent is this?"
Whose will is Ye Qiao conforming to?
Almost everyone present agreed that the Way of Common People was in line with the will of Heaven, and since the founder of the Changming Sect did not choose her, this was the only possibility left.
Xie Chuxue didn't know either.
But he just likes to see the Sword-Wen Sect suffer a setback.
"Look, look, Xiaoqiao's is bigger than yours!"
Ye Qiao's sword shadow is indeed bigger than Ye Qinghan's, and unlike Ye Qinghan's terrifying aura that crushes and devours everything around him, it is a kind of inexplicable sense of oppression and unknown fear.
The little prince of the dragon clan held his face nonchalantly and said, "I feel a little familiar." But it is definitely not from the dragon clan.
He had definitely felt it somewhere.
The Dragon Clan and the Phoenix Clan are looking for people with great luck.
This is also the reason why he has a good impression of Ye Qinghan and hopes that the Sword Sect can win.
That Ye Qinghan gave him a really comfortable feeling. Even if he wasn't a person with great luck, he was definitely favored.
"Can Ye Qinghan win?" He was a little confused about the situation of the game and turned his head to look at his followers.
The sword hanging on the competition stage may fall at any time, but under the pressure it exudes a familiar aura, and the little prince always feels very familiar with it.
The reason why he was familiar with this was soon confirmed during the fight between the two.
Ye Qiao and Ye Qinghan prepared their sword techniques at the same time, but she attacked unexpectedly. When Ye Qinghan was about to kill her from a distance, she suddenly accelerated, stepped on the air to gain leverage, and the sword shadow took shape. The light golden long sword hanging in the air fell steadily.
When the two sword shadows collide, you will know which one is more powerful by trying it.
Ye Qiao's sword shadow was at least twice as tall. She aimed it at the person in front of her openly, as if she was using him as a training ground. She raised her lips slightly and slapped Ye Qinghan's face without hesitation.
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