"What sword technique is that? Don't hide it, use it quickly, Ye Qiao." Ji Huan on the side was going crazy, time waits for no one.
"Don't worry, we still need an east wind."
Ye Qiao's expression did not change. His left hand flashed and his right hand grabbed the Jinghong Sword from the field. The sword energy was like a rainbow. With one sword, Jinghong was like a spider web, weaving into an array that enveloped countless people in an electric net. The thunder sword spirit folded his arms and slowly emerged from the sword.
Ji Huan's breathing paused slightly, and he almost turned into a screaming chicken: "What kind of sword spirit is that?"
It was the first time he saw such an elegant beauty as Jinghong Jian.
This is totally inconsistent with Ye Qiao's temperament! He wants to report it! !
"Jinghong Sword."
Ji Huan knew what kind of sword it was without Ye Qiao's answer.
As the wide sleeves of the Jinghong Sword spread out in her palm and swung, the wind and clouds of heaven and earth changed. She thought Ye Qiao needed her help, so she jumped out immediately. Countless lightning spread, and the evil cultivator who had just rushed up was touched by the fingertips of the sword spirit.
In an instant, the electric dance started breakdancing on the spot.
The purple-robed beauty tilted her head slightly, and spread her palms, with countless lightning bolts ready to go, "Let the horses go."
The woman's voice was ethereal and elegant.
The only thunder sword spirit in the sword cave is the Jinghong Sword.
Ye Qiao drew her sword, the Jinghong Sword in her hand, changing the sword shadows ethereal and agile. She raised the corner of her lips: "Do you want to compete with my sword spirit?"
No evil cultivator would not be afraid of thunder and lightning, they are the natural nemesis.
"spread."
The sword spirit takes shape!
The leader's pupils shrank, "Don't stand together, idiot!!"
The moment they were struck by lightning, those who were close to it felt numb all over. Mingxuan threw out a few water-controlling talismans, and immediately the lightning balls exploded, and countless evil cultivators were thrown away and crashed heavily into the pile of rocks in the valley, where they were crushed to death.
The leader of the evil cultivators gritted his teeth, grabbed his weapon tightly, and chopped down Ye Qiao without hesitation. His momentum was extremely terrifying. The moment Ye Qiao fought with him, black mist wrapped around her wrist. She moved subconsciously, but found that she was held tightly.
He suddenly grabbed her wrist, and the pain of the broken bones made Ye Qiao's expression twisted slightly for a moment. She raised her leg high and hit him in the heart with great force.
At the moment of flying backwards, he grabbed the Jinghong Sword in Ye Qiao's hand tightly.
Ye Qiao subconsciously tried to grasp it, but the severe pain in her wrist made her lose her strength, and the sword was taken away. The man immediately burst into unbridled laughter, covered his chest and coughed twice, "Hahahaha, I got it."
"Die, little bitch."
He laughed crazily, and was tortured by the fog in the valley to the point of losing consciousness. This evil cultivator was still very powerful. After a series of tortures, his fighting power was already astonishing.
When he raised his sword to chop at Ye Qiao, Mingxuan saw that the situation was not right and pulled Ye Qiao away in time. The young man's folding fan turned into several shadows, and he bent down and retreated. The man swung the fan violently, and the black mist rushed towards Mingxuan like an octopus.
Mingxuan erected layers of shields and stood behind his junior sister.
Ye Qiao, who was ordered to be rescued, rubbed his crushed wrist, and Qin Huai's faint voice sounded in his ears, "What are you doing again?"
After all, she first lost Bu Jianjun to Old Mu, and then handed herself into the hands of the evil cultivator. She had never made such a mistake before.
Even Jinghong Sword realized that Ye Qiao did it on purpose.
She was slightly surprised for a moment, accidentally caught a glimpse of the Shadow Sword, covered her lips, and immediately understood Ye Qiao's intention.
Frost, who was not released from the area, had already silently offered incense to her, Jinghong, you died so miserably, Jinghong!
"Hehe." Bu Jianjun covered his mouth and laughed sadly.
"Fuck Ye Qiao." Duan Hengdao also realized it later. When he saw the sword the man was holding, he turned his head sharply and asked, "Why did you lose the Jinghong Sword?"
Ji Huan stood with her, raised his eyes, and told her calmly: "A sword falling into the hands of the enemy can be easily broken."
The Luoshui Sword is an example. It is no wonder that sword cultivators treat their swords as their wives. Once they let go of their swords, they will be broken by their opponents. Therefore, sword cultivators never let go of their swords easily.
Ji Huan tried to guess what she was thinking.
Could it be that Ye Qiao is too willful?
That's too willful.
The others didn't understand, but they knew Ye Qiao's strength. There was no way she would throw the sword away because of such a small mistake.
She must have done it on purpose!
"A sword is indeed easy to break when it falls into the hands of the enemy. I know this truth."
Ye Qiao said seriously: "Have you ever heard that a sword spirit changes its true form for love?"
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