Ye Qiao stood up subconsciously, but it was too late. The young man's bones were shattered, blood oozed from his body, and his limbs were bent in a twisted arc. He died on the spot.
The blood all over the ground almost made the people at the scene scream.
A combined attack or a casual pull can cause fatal injuries.
"Someone come and save us." His knuckles turned white from excessive force and his eyes were full of despair and pleading.
"Dead, dead."
"My junior uncle is not here, what should I do?"
Ye Qiao's expression was calm, and her dangling fingertips clenched tightly. Just now, she saw clearly the opponent's movements when he attacked, and she could almost conclude that even if Xie Chuxue was there, she would not be his opponent.
Unless someone comes to lead the attack.
Otherwise, the attacks of the talisman cultivator are far less vicious than those of the sword cultivator.
During the past few days at Yuming Mountain, Ye Qiao has also been trying to draw a defensive formation. Her highest defensive formation can reach the fusion stage, and there is also a formation left by the junior uncle to save their lives. As long as they do not leave the range of the formation, five or six fusion formations can at least withstand a few attacks.
"Hide well." Ye Qiao patted the girl beside him. This sentence was for everyone. "Don't leave the range of the formation. You can resist for a while."
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"Ye Qiao?"
"Where are you going?" Their voices stuttered due to fear, and they subconsciously pulled Ye Qiao to come back.
Just now, the Seventh Elder just pointed casually, and the disciple was strangled to death on the spot. Was she going to die with him?
"Don't mess around, Senior Sister Ye." They were very panicked. After all, she was the only direct disciple present.
If she were gone, the situation would fall apart immediately.
As Ye Qiao stood up, she pinched her fingertips and cast a few seals. At the same time, more than a dozen top-grade defensive talismans were circling around her.
The presence of more than a dozen heavenly grade talismans was too dazzling, and immediately the Seventh Elder shifted his heavy gaze from those disciples and stared at her.
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There was no time to explain, as Ye Qiao was the next to rush to the battlefield.
There are still 6,000 words left. Maybe more than 6,000. It depends on how much I can write.
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