Chapter 401: The Advantages of Demon Sect Disciples
Chapter 401 Advantages of Demon Cult Disciples
Yang Qiming also didn't expect that Qing Hui from the Five Poison Sect was not only powerful, but also very fast in reaction and speed. When he saw Qing Hui kicking him with both feet, if he was kicked in the chest, he would probably be defeated.
Now he didn't care about the teacher's face. He just saw Yang Qiming kicking his legs back six or seven steps, and then poured all his strength into the divine sword, knocking away the ghost-headed demon sword that was still pressed on the divine sword.
Although Qing Hui was shaken away, he counterattacked again from mid-air almost instantly. A ghost-headed demon sword was played with great force in his hand, and black energy surged out from the blade of the ghost-headed demon sword. Every black streak was
The qi formed a fierce ghost and evil spirit, with dozens of fierce ghosts and evil spirits, rotating around Yang Qiming, and sneak attacks from all directions from time to time, which made Yang Qiming a little stretched.
Buddhism cultivates the mind, Taoism cultivates the nature, and magic cultivates the body.
This Qinghui is obviously a disciple of an expert, and has received guidance from a famous teacher. He knows that at the same level, the physical aspect of the righteous way is far inferior to the holy teachings. Therefore, Qinghui did not fight with Yang Qiming when he first came up, but used thunderous momentum.
In melee combat, use your own advantages to crush the opponent's disadvantages.
Although the Lingxiao sect's melee movement skills are also very mysterious, they are far behind the Nine Palaces and Eight Steps of Cangyun Sect. If Ye Xiaochuan casts invisible phantom, Qinghui's close combat skills are seeking death, but the Lingxiao sect's movement skills are not their strong point.
, Yang Qiming felt that he was always being passively beaten, and tried to defeat the opponent several times, but because his body skills and speed could not keep up, he was forced to panic every time by the light of Qing Hui's sword.
What troubles Yang Qiming the most is the dozens of ferocious evil spirits released from the Ghost-headed Demon Sword. Normally, with his own way, he would not be afraid of these evil spirits, but now his cultivation level is different from his own.
When the Qinghui brothers fought against each other, the purpose of these dozens of evil spirits became apparent. They harassed them from the side from time to time. Although Yang Qiming killed seven or eight of them with the fairy sword, the other evil spirits had long been controlled by the Qinghui.
He didn't have any fear at all, but he still rushed from the side from time to time.
This is the reason why every time the demon sect is surrounded and suppressed by the righteous way, it can quickly recover its vitality after being seriously injured.
They practice without morality or humanity, and there is no so-called right or wrong. As long as they can improve their cultivation and increase their combat effectiveness, they can sacrifice Yin spirits, absorb souls, and even kill people and suck blood without any scruples.
Things they often do.
The Five Poison Sect has risen rapidly in just a few hundred years. Originally, the Five Poison Sect was strong enough to become one of the six major sects of the Demon Sect. However, it encountered strong opposition from the Yinling Sect and the Blood Soul Sect of the Ghost Sect.
The objection is pending. Judging from the current trend, it is only a matter of time before the Five Poison Sect replaces the Gui Xuan Sect and becomes one of the six major sects of the Demon Sect.
However, it is impossible for Qinghui to easily defeat Yang Qiming. Although he has the advantage, Yang Qiming is not a vegetarian. No matter how violently Qinghui attacks, he cannot break through Yang Qiming's defensive sword circle. It is difficult for both sides to determine the winner for a while.
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When the disciples from the Demon Sect saw that Qinghui had the upper hand, almost everyone went crazy. They shook their heads, raised their arms, and shouted loudly to cheer. Some vulgar men also mixed some vulgar words with their cheers. Listen.
All the gentlemen on the right side frowned.
Seeing the arrogance of the demon sect disciples, the righteous disciples could no longer bear it. Under the leadership of several loud-voiced female disciples, the righteous disciples united as one, and their momentum gradually overshadowed the demon sect disciples on the opposite side.
Ye Xiaochuan is smiling from ear to ear now. He doesn't care about whether Zhengdao will lose this competition. He is more concerned about the money.
The Zhengdao bets 6,000 taels, and Yang Qiming wins. The Demon Cult bets about 3,000 taels, and all the bets are Qing Huiying. Although Ye Xiaochuan’s Taoism is not too high, he has practiced two volumes of the classic book after all.
, this vision is quite vicious, and he could tell at a glance before the competition that Qing Hui had a higher chance of winning this match.
As long as Qing Hui wins, he will make three thousand taels. According to the prior agreement, Baili Yuan will hold 10% of the shares, Xiaochi will hold 10%, Yang Quanyong and his friends will hold 40%, and he will hold 40%.
That's one thousand two hundred taels of snowflake silver. This money can be earned too quickly.
But if he openly cheered for Qinghui now, he would definitely be beaten to death by the righteous knights and fairies next to him, so Ye Xiaochuan shouted Yang Qiming's cheers while secretly enjoying himself that he had made a fortune.
Except for Xiaochi, there are no fools among these shareholders. Seeing Bailiyuan happily cheering for Yang Qiming, you can tell that this guy has the same thoughts as Ye Xiaochuan. He cheers for Yang Qiming on the surface, but when he sees Yang Qiming being suppressed by Qinghui
He could hardly lift his sword to fight back, and his heart was already filled with joy.
While waving to cheer him up, he also complained about why Ye Xiaochuan wanted to accept the bet from the Demon Cult. If he hadn't accepted it, he could have taken all the 6,000 taels from the Righteous Dao, but now he lost half of it.
Ye Xiaochuan was too lazy to deal with this greedy, black-hearted, big-breasted and brainless woman, nor was he bothered to deal with the little fox demon who was jumping around and cheering for Qinghui like an idiot. As a result, he was met with angry rolls of eyes by countless righteous gentlemen next to him. He felt that this
The two women have gone crazy.
It had only been half an hour since the first battle in Arena No. 4 had already ended. The two unlucky Xuantian Sect disciples were doing hundreds of tricks on the arena. They thought it was boring, so the junior disciple was reluctant to do so.
Yuan abandoned his sword and surrendered, and was despised by countless people. Among them, the Demon Sect was the most despised, and they all raised their middle fingers towards the fourth arena.
It is not uncommon for fellow disciples to meet in the arena. In order to preserve their strength, it is usually the unlucky disciple with a lower level of cultivation who admits defeat and allows the more powerful fellow disciples to advance. This is a common practice.
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Arena No. 4 was the first to end. It was like a good beginning. The Arena No. 5 next door suddenly became brighter, attracting Ye Xiaochuan's eyes from a distance.
In the mid-air of Arena No. 5, I saw a man and a woman using fairy swords and magic weapons. They were fighting fiercely with swords in the air. The gorgeous sword energy was like fireworks blooming in the air. They were very beautiful. Then the one who was not so beautiful.
The fairy was defeated, then squatted on the ring and covered her face in tears.
On the No. 8 arena, Yang Qiming couldn't hold on any longer. Close combat was really not his strong point. The abominable Demon Sect demons refused to fight with him, and kept waving the ghost-headed demon sword to slash at his body, as well as those abominable ferocious demons.
Spirits are as annoying as flies.
The black air in the arena was getting heavier and heavier. The glow of the fairy sword in Yang Qiming's hand was gradually suppressed by the black air. He knew that if he continued like this, he would lose, so he gritted his teeth and watched Qing Hui's sword flash again. He fought hard
Fearing the danger of being slashed, he stood up from the ground.
