The sword of Lueying focuses on speed and assassination. Although it is famous for killing like Bujianjun, it is cowardly and mean by nature. It always likes to play dead, and usually it does not get to exert its strength.
But compared to the other three gentler female sword spirits, it and Bu Jianjun are the most suitable swords for killing people.
After a slight pause, the two sword spirits clearly realized what the Sword Master wanted, which was not to control the situation or save people, but to kill all the demons present.
"Understood." They answered at the same time.
"Leave it to us."
Such an important place as the sect protection formation must be guarded by demon cultivators, but the demon cultivators all hid after noticing Ye Qiao's figure.
After Ye Qiao gave clear orders, the two swords began to search for nearby demon cultivators.
Upon seeing the light purple spiritual sword, every demon cultivator was stunned.
What is this?
He didn't know much about Ye Qiao's sword spirit. He only knew that Ye Qiao had several sword spirits, but she usually only took out Bu Jianjun and Feixing.
What the hell, here again? ! !
The black shadow and the light purple sword shadow intertwined, and two killing swords were unsheathed, one on the left and one on the right. The former Changming Sect became a slaughterhouse. The splattered blood merged into the sword, and the bloody smell filled the air, which aroused the killing attribute of Bu Jianjun. The hidden demon cultivators were caught one by one by Bu Jianjun. He was very familiar with the breath of the demon cultivators, and could find them by following the smell.
The demon cultivator who was found only had time to open his eyes before the dark sword light flashed across his head and fell neatly to the ground.
The demon cultivators realized that hiding was useless.
No, they can deal with another sword spirit.
The Shadow Sword doesn't seem so unpredictable.
They knew Bu Jianjun and had seen its lethality, but this light purple sword was the first time they had seen it.
Several demon cultivators rushed straight towards the sword-shaped shadow, trying to get rid of it, or to use it to threaten Bu Jianjun. Once the spiritual sword was broken, it would be completely useless unless someone forged a new sword.
"We can't catch it." The remaining demon cultivators stood back to back, "It's too fast."
The light purple sword energy exuded a dangerous and mysterious aura, as if a taut string could break at any time and cut a person's throat. Compared to the murderous Bu Jianjun, this shadow gave people an equally bad feeling.
The demon cultivator was about to attack to see if he could catch the shadow. Just as his fingertips were about to touch the sword, the next second the sword disappeared from his sight. When it reappeared, his eyes went black and his chest was pierced by the sword shadow.
All the demon cultivators who wanted to attack were not able to survive a single move from the Shadow Sword.
If they hadn't seen Jun, they could have let them struggle for a few seconds, but the Shadow Sword would have been unsheathed and they would have died in one move.
What is this called? This is called instantaneous seconds! !
Without Bu Jianjun waving his hands, sword shadows flew out and cruelly cut the corpse of the demon cultivator in half. Compared with Liuying's clean and neat method, he actually prefers to kill cruelly. The attack is group-based, but there will always be some that slip through the net. Even with his high level of cultivation, it is impossible for him to kill them all in one go.
And Liuying was responsible for finishing off the enemy.
Ye Qiao observed the different characteristics of the two sword spirits and analyzed: "Bu Jianjun is a group damage, and Lueying is a single target, right?"
If this sword spirit were to transform, it would become a walking one-on-one weapon.
The two spirit swords were used, and the one-sided massacre lasted for a full half day. By the time the swords were sheathed, the entire formation was filled with the corpses of demon cultivators lying all over the place, and some had been ruthlessly dismembered by Jun Bu Jian. It was quite perverted, I have to say.
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The Changming Sect was filled with a strong smell of blood and deathly silence, making it impossible for them to tell which blood was their companions'. Perhaps all of it was blood left by their companions in the sect. The timid ones were trembling all over and could not utter a word.
I have completely lost my mind.
"Hi?" Ye Qiao swept her spiritual sense and quickly discovered countless hidden inner and outer doors. She gently patted one of them on the shoulder.
As soon as he uttered a word, the disciple was terrified, thinking that he was caught by the demons. He turned around in such fear that he almost knelt down and kowtowed to Ye Qiao.
Ye Qiao: “…”
Not really. Not really.
"Calm down." Ye Qiao quickly held down his sword-drawing hand, "It's me."
"Who are you?" The young man seemed to be frightened and took a long time to react, "Ye Qiao——"
His eyes instantly filled with hot tears, and as soon as he finished speaking, he was about to rush forward to cry like a tough guy, but Ye Qiao turned sideways and nimbly avoided his loving hug and asked, "Where are the others?"
The other party quickly stopped, and he tried to open his eyes wide. He was so scared that he was incoherent. It took him a long time to recover. He said truthfully: "I, I don't know."
There are several hills in Changming Sect, and different uncles and elders live on each hill. "I only know that the elders probably want to organize us to gather together, and they sent us the gathering place not long ago."
"Where is the meeting point?"
He looked at the jade slip and said carefully: "In Yuming Mountain."
They were all newly-initiated disciples who were only at the Qi Refining Stage and had never experienced anything like this before. They were all running around like headless flies. If they were lucky, they might run into an elder and be able to hide from him; if they were unlucky, they would be caught by the evil cultivators and killed on the spot.
Seeing that Ye Qiao had finished asking questions, the young man eagerly grabbed her sleeve and said, "Ye Qiao, where are your other disciples?"
Ye Qiao paused for a moment and said truthfully, "They are not here."
The sword cultivator was not present, and Mingxuan and the others were guarding the entrance to the Yunyan Secret Realm.
She was the only one who came.
"Is that so?" He was not picky. "Then can I follow you?"
Ye Qiao thought for a moment and said, "Go to Junior Master's yard and hide there. It's much safer there than following me." To be honest, the environment around her was really high-risk.
Considering Xie Chuxue's cautious character, his courtyard must have a defensive formation.
After hastily arranging the destinations for several disciples, Ye Qiao called out the tower spirit alone, stuffed a palm-sized elf into the disciple's hand, and pointed to the disciple who was with him in the back mountain not far away. When they saw that it was Ye Qiao, the other disciples also came out in a rustle.
Ye Qiao took a quick look and his mouth twitched. There were actually more than a dozen disciples hiding in the back mountain.
At least when playing hide-and-seek, you can find a formation with a concealed aura to hide in. Hiding in the back mountain is simply a walking target.
The key point is that they all looked at Ye Qiao with innocent and clear eyes, full of sparkling eyes, "Ye Qiao~~ We worshipped Changming Sect for you."
But obviously, a group of people encountered this bad luck before they could even meet their idol.
Ye Qiao was rarely seen by them as a senior sister. She slightly bent her fingers, flicked the pagoda spirit awake, and warned, "Take this little thing with you. If something goes wrong, hide in the pagoda."
By the way, Ye Qiao looked at the drowsy tower spirit who had just woken up and gave it the first order, "After sending them to Xie Chuxue's courtyard, you don't have to come back."
Ta Ling was so startled that his sleepiness disappeared in an instant. He flapped his wings in panic, "Ah? You don't want me anymore? Why?"
It was shocked and in disbelief, almost crying: "I didn't even think you were poor. Since I followed you, I've been drinking northwest wind all day, and occasionally drinking tornado for a change. You actually don't want me anymore?"
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