He was furious.
"Die die die."
The sword spirit emerged from it, bursting out with a violent murderous intent that was directed directly at the man in front of him. At close range, a quick move would be a sure kill.
There is no room for maneuver.
The sky was filled with smoky purple sword light, the dazzling light stimulated their eyes to feel slightly sour, bright red blood gushed out, and for a moment, everyone's voice seemed to be strangled by a hand, and no sound was uttered, only a few gasps of shock were left.
Su Zhuo's voice was a little stuttering, "What kind of sword is that?"
Fang Zhiyao's eyes lit up, and he said softly, "The Shadow Sword is famous for its speed."
"Of course I know it's a shadow. But isn't he just faster?"
"Yes." Shen Ziwei continued, "We have heard Master mention Ye Qiao's spiritual swords before, and the Shadow is the only one that focuses on speed."
But no one said that he was also good at killing people.
Liuying is good at fighting and can find the enemy's weakness and kill it with one blow. The sword spirit takes shape from it. The young man's lavender eyes are full of murderous intent and hostility. No one can catch how the sword spirit makes his move, and the evil cultivator is stabbed into a bloody pit.
Liuying seemed to be crazy and stabbed him desperately.
In the blink of an eye, the man was covered in blood.
Who doesn’t say it’s miserable?
The surging sword intent of Lueying made Bu Jianjun eager to rush out and kill people. The nature of the sword spirits was to be aggressive and aggressive. Bu Jianjun stretched out his voice and said, "Qiaoqiao."
He just opened his mouth, Ye Qiao had already opened the domain, tilted his head and signaled, "Go."
She had been holding Bu Jianjun down and not letting him go, waiting for this moment.
To deal with the evil cultivators, we need these two assassination swords.
When Liuying thought about the fact that his wife was gone, he couldn't help but burst into tears.
I have to say, after the shadow transformed, he looked pure and innocent.
Bu Jianjun glanced at her and sneered. What a green tea.
Ahhh, the more Liuying thought about it, the more hatred he felt. Strong murderous intent and hostility intertwined. The light purple sword energy filled the sky and dyed half of the night. The sword shadows hanging high in the sky were like ghosts falling, and every move hit them in the vital points. Wherever the sword shadows went, the smell of blood lingered. Every move was perfect, and all of them fell to the ground in a tragic state of being killed by one blow.
Where the hell did this killing weapon come from?
The young man's snow-white face was stained with blood and his head was tilted. That pretty and harmless face gave people a visual impact.
Very fierce.
But he was still crying.
It also fulfilled a sentence.
The more miserable you cry, the harder you get beaten.
"Cry, crybaby?" Ye Qiao stood up with a start, and raised his voice, "What the hell?"
Is this the character of this sword spirit?
No, no, she had to stuff him back in. It was better not to transform, it was too scary.
Ye Qiao is most afraid of crybabies.
No, this won’t work.
Ming Xuan was shocked: "Fuck, he's so mean and he's crying?!!"
Is this fair or not?
Does this glimpse want to take a look at those evil cultivators who died with their eyes open?
The brother and sister looked at each other, both with shock on their faces.
As Bu Jianjun and Liuying were released one after another, Qin Huai tilted his head to signal Qingfeng Sword to join the battle. All three swords were of the killing type, but compared to Bu Jianjun's surging murderous intent, the other two orthodox sword spirits were more restrained.
But now, Liuying has gone crazy and killed people.
This was the first time that Bu Jianjun realized that he was useless. Damn it! He also wanted to kill someone.
Seeing this, Mu Li in his mind couldn't help but grit his teeth and sneered: "Ye Qiao, you are just being clever."
"Indeed, as you said." Glancing at the battle situation being disrupted by the two killing swords, she breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed on the ground. Ahhh, I'm so tired. I should have known not to be a personal disciple. "I can only be a little clever, but it's all right as long as it's useful."
She didn't understand why everyone was always being clever in their evaluation of her. If she could live a good life, she didn't want to be clever. Being a descendant was too damn tiring. She wanted to go back to the countryside to farm.
Ye Qiao understood very well the feelings of the founder of Changming Sect who wanted to transform Changming Sect into a pig farm.
It is better to go home and farm than to fight and kill in the world of cultivation.
Mu Li was like the heartless and vicious stepmother, and was still frantically asking her when she would find a body for her.
Ye Qiao turned over and lay in the gravel pile to answer him perfunctorily, "It's almost there, almost there."
"Then hurry up." Mu Li gritted his teeth. If he couldn't realize that she was using these words to trick him, then he would have lived this long in vain.
"Yes, yes, yes." Ye Qiao smiled: "It will be soon, but I didn't say when exactly."
He just waited.
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