"Big Brother, Second Brother, I'm here to help you!!"
Mu Chongxi picked up Duan Hengdao's weapon, rushed into the battlefield in a hurry, and saw Zhou Xingyun who was besieged.
He gestured with the mace-like weapon in his hand and stabbed it hard at the demon elder's butt. The other party felt a chill on his back and turned his head quickly, and was immediately hit in the butt.
He screamed and then became furious, and his Spiritual Transformation Stage cultivation burst out suddenly and shook it away.
The demon elder turned around with a gloomy face, and attacked him rapidly with a roar of rage, with one attack after another falling on him.
With a few "swish" sounds of flying knives swinging, they fiercely stabbed into his vitals. Looking at the raging pressure from the Spiritualization Stage, Mu Chongxi finally realized that he seemed to have angered the person, "Just a joke."
After the mace was broken by the demon elder's attack, he immediately shouted: "Big Brother, save me!!!"
Zhou Xingyun heard the noise, grabbed his arm and pulled him back. The young man spun around, and the demon elder attacked him with a gloomy face, "Let Mu Chongxi roll over here!!"
If it weren't for his face, the demon elder would be covering his butt by now.
What a shameless disciple!!! Who hits someone on the buttocks?
In response to him, Zhou Xingyun launched two cold sword shadows.
The young man's figure shuttled back and forth in the silver light and shadow, as fast as lightning.
"This speed is a bit too fast."
"Oh, look at this attack method. Is that kid from the Zhou family?" A powerful swordsman narrowed his eyes.
As a family of sword cultivators who mainly rely on concealing their aura and engaging in assassinations, their main fighting style is simple and neat.
Their daily routine is to study how to kill people better and more conveniently.
To some extent, it is also a family of Tingjuan.
Zhou Xingyun's figure disappeared for two seconds. When the demon elder was searching around, a cold sword was pressed against his back. In order to save time, Zhou Xingyun stabbed the sword accurately into the heart. Not a drop of blood was shed when he drew the sword.
“……”So handsome.
Mu Chongxi didn't have his mace anymore, so he could only reluctantly replace it with the Chaoxi Sword. For some reason, these demons were staring at his Chaoxi Sword and trying to grab it. As soon as Mu Chongxi took it out, they were like wolves smelling meat. Mu Chongxi was forced to dodge frantically, "Second Brother, save me!!"
Mingxuan turned around and his mouth twitched.
This fool.
The young man turned his palm, and the curse seal flipped to form a shield that held Mu Chongxi inside. The half-moon crossbow fell into his hand, and he adjusted the angle. The goose-yellow arrow light burst out, and three arrows were shot without missing a beat. "Idiot. You have now fallen to the level of skill one, senior brother saved you, skill two, did the second senior brother save you?"
Hurry up and stand up.
Mu Chongxi shouted: "They are trying to steal my sword!"
Or the kind that a group of people surrounded and snatched.
Moreover, he was not familiar with how to use the broken stick Duan Hengdao gave him. Not everyone can master something unfamiliar. Mu Chongxi beat the master to death with the mace, and waved it in the air, which silenced all the great sword cultivators.
Duan Yu accidentally caught a glimpse of this scene and almost covered his face on the spot. Where is Xiao Qiao? ? ?
What the hell. Where is his favorite student Ye Qiao? He absolutely cannot let Mu Chongxi, this idiot, ruin his reputation again.
The diligent Duan Hengdao was still distributing magic weapons. In the battlefield, weapons became the biggest consumables. He held up a large pot and asked, "How about a frying pan?"
"Anyone want it?"
Not only Zhou Xingyun's Duanchen was robbed, but Ye Qinghan's as well. The moment his Duanshui was stolen, he was worthy of being the team leader's disciple. He didn't have any special reaction throughout the whole process and looked very calm.
Duan Hengdao immediately threw various magical instruments to the front, "Next."
Ye Qinghan picked it up casually, and then caught a strange-shaped magic weapon. He shook it and asked in confusion: "What is this?"
"Frying pans, just hit them. I made them with hundred-year-old black iron. They are definitely useful." After saying that, Duan Hengdao gave him a thumbs up.
There are two sword geniuses in the world of cultivation, Ye Qinghan and Zhou Xingyun, one holding a pot and the other holding a shovel, and the scene of them standing together is too funny.
The entertainer Duan Hengdao secretly took out the photo stone, ready to record the grace of the two.
The demon who got the sword was still secretly happy: "I got Ye Qinghan's sword."
That is the Broken Water Sword, the undisputed leader among all water-based spiritual swords. A swordsman without his sword is no less than a lamb to be slaughtered.
He excitedly grabbed Duan Shui and prepared to go back to report to the elders for credit, when a flash of light appeared and the blue sword spirit suddenly floated out slowly from the sword.
"Huh?" The demon cultivator was shocked, with one eye bigger than the other.
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