Ye Qiao raised her eyebrows. She made random guesses and argued with him, trying to get some information out of him. "You should be the intellectual leader of your demon cultivation group?"
"I don't deserve that." The young man raised his eyebrows slightly.
Ye Qiao tilted her head, broke the demon cultivator's weapon, and slashed it with her sword to leave room for conversation. She asked, "I'm curious about a question. Why do you think you are more skilled than me and why did I come to you specifically?"
"Get rid of my subordinates before you start bragging." He waved his hand. Seeing that Ye Qiao was trying to get some information, the young man prepared to leave and look for Elder Zhao. "I'll go first~~"
If he could successfully obtain the Sect Master Order on this trip, and successfully win a game from Ye Qiao, he had already figured out how much praise he would receive when he returned to the Demon Lord.
As for Ye Qiao?
It doesn’t matter. In his eyes, sword cultivators are all idiots.
"etc."
Ye Qiao's spiritual energy was running low, but she couldn't just watch this man who was suspected to be very powerful go to Changming Sect to continue the massacre. The most urgent task was to find a way to stabilize him.
The boy paused and looked back, "Why? Want to delay time?"
"It's no use. You're doomed to fail."
He snapped his fingers, and Ye Qiao became even more dizzy. Damn it, it’s happening again.
The young military strategist separated himself into more than a dozen figures. Under his instruction, more than a dozen clones left the original place. "I asked them to issue the order. It's useless for you to keep me."
Ye Qiao did not answer. Bu Jianjun killed the demon cultivators one after another. The damage to the main body caused by the disappearance of several figures was almost negligible. The junior uncle also said that if you want to deal with the clone of the spirit in the Spirit Transformation Stage, you have to find the main body.
It's impossible to find it.
She was even blinded by these dozens of identical faces. Ye Qiao clenched her sword with a slightly impatient look, taking herself as the center point. After countless sword winds swept away all the enemies, they turned around and came again. The damage to the magic cultivators' consciousness caused by repeated separation and distraction was obviously irreversible. They became listless one by one. Ye Qiao took this opportunity to send out his sword, and the military advisor attacked at the same time.
The sword made a crisp humming sound, and countless sword shadows were swept up. Ye Qiao raised his hand and swung the sword. A dark light suddenly fell in front of him. The young man burst out with the pressure of the late stage of the Spirit Transformation with a fist, and was ready to hit her the moment her movements stopped because of the pressure.
Ye Qiao made predictions in advance based on inheritance.
He was not disappointed when his attack failed. The young man snapped his fingers and created another clone.
"It seems that you haven't noticed the current situation yet?"
"Ye Qiao, you are surrounded by us." How dare you be so arrogant?
Ye Qiao took a quick look and calmly suggested, "How about you wait until I have replenished my spiritual energy before fighting?"
He smirked, "Do you think that's possible?"
There is no point in talking unless you are on the same page. Ye Qiao could feel that the young man's clone was very strong, otherwise Jinghong and Liuying would not have attacked at the same time. With the two of them attacking her, Ye Qiao was completely suppressed. The opponent seemed to be very familiar with her fighting style, which undoubtedly made her a little restrained.
“…”
"That man looks very strong."
Frost Sword.
The three sword spirits tried to go over to help, but the military advisor seemed to have predicted their actions. In the melee, the demon cultivators used some unknown means to divide the battlefield. The sword spirits dealt with one group of people, while Ye Qiao dealt with dozens of demon cultivators alone.
Bu Jianjun and Feixingjian were extremely experienced in combat. They could see that Ye Qiao's initial rhythm of coping was completely disrupted by these clones.
Every skill in the Spirit Transformation Stage is really disgusting.
"That person's realm is only one level higher than Qiaoqiao." Frost Sword was confused, "Obviously a demon cultivator, they are all very weak."
Why is that boy different?
She didn't quite understand the reason behind this.
Bu Jianjun said calmly: "Because he is a demon. Not a demon cultivator."
Demonic cultivators and demons are different. Demons are natural demons that have existed since the beginning of the world, while most demonic cultivators were once cultivators who chose to become demons after going astray.
"This person came from the Demonic Abyss. He is a true demon."
The strong and foul smell made Bu Jianjun not want to stay for even a second longer. He was simply too familiar with the smell of these things.
Ye Qiao noticed the sound of Bu Jianjun and Han Shuang talking. She did not stop and looked at the young man who was approaching her step by step with excitement in his eyes. She finally understood why he was so strange. The young man had a long knife in his hand and chopped it hard at her left arm. The blade was stained with bright red murderous intent. With one slash, not only would the arm be cut in half, but the person would probably be broken.
Every time this young man attacked, he relied on the suppression of his realm. When he touched her and saw the blood dripping, he looked extremely excited, which was indeed different from the demon cultivators.
The demon cultivator simply enjoys killing and torture, rather than being excited like a pervert.
Ye Qiao tilted his head and a fierce knife came down on his head. The young man wanted to use the same trick again, but he didn't expect that someone grabbed his shoulder at some point. Then he was thrown out in a dizzy spin, with a sword against his throat. He looked a little dazed.
Why?
He turned his head and saw Ye Qiao standing behind him.
"What do you think?" Ye Qiao met his blank eyes and gave him a fake smile, "Are you the only one who can use the tactic of clones?"
She can do it, too.
They are all incarnations, but Ye Qiao rarely uses them. She only tried it once during training.
"..." Bu Jianjun felt a little stomachache from the two of them laughing, and he was completely confused as to why the two of them clearly wanted to kill each other but were still laughing so brightly.
His expression changed slightly. Not willing to be outdone, he smiled at her, "Oh? A clone? But a clone will also weaken itself? Are you sure?"
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