It was their strategy to grab the sword from the beginning.
There are only three sword cultivators in the Chang Ming Sect. Who wants to go face to face with five of them? The success of this sneak attack all depends on Xue Yu.
Seeing that the two of them succeeded one after another, before Zhu You's fierce sword light arrived, Xue Yu was not prepared to stay and provoke this hatred. The young man quickly raised his hands, stood up and stepped off the stage, "I give up."
Walked neatly.
This is his only role as an alchemist.
It would be much easier for two sword cultivators without their natal swords to fight.
Mingxuan turned over, and after Xue Yu was gone, he grinned: "Come on, come on, am I afraid of you, grandpa?"
With the four talismans in hand, Mingxuan's steps flickered as the breeze swept over her. In a blink of an eye, Zhu You saw several talismans arriving behind her. With a stern look on her face, she grabbed Mingxuan and hammered him to the ground.
But she was imprisoned uncontrollably, the veins on her forehead twitched slightly, and the sword wind was like a nail driven into Mingxuan's shoulder.
Mingxuan covered the wound on his shoulder and took the opportunity to drop a formation talisman with his free hand. When Zhu You broke free from the talisman's confinement, she just took a step forward when a special formation mark rose up from her feet and held her firmly.
Huddled inside the killing array.
She gritted her teeth and said, "Mingxuan."
Damn talisman!!!
"Can Fu Xiu really fight with Sword Xiu in a back-and-forth manner?"
"It's possible if the venue is big enough and the talisman cultivator is good at evading movement."
Otherwise, you generally need someone to protect you.
It's not without reason that Mingxuan is beaten by the swordsman every time he provokes people. When he provokes people, he also likes to walk in front of people. If you don't hit him, who are you going to hit?
Not only Zhu You was going crazy, but Ye Qinghan was also on the verge of being repeatedly tortured by the Changming Sect.
The Broken Water Sword was taken away by Ye Qiao, and Ye Qinghan could only replace it with the long-lost Xuan Sword. He had never been so deeply stimulated by a person with such true feelings. Even Yun Que's betrayal did not make him lose his mind.
Fucking Ye Qiao!
Give him death.
There was a layer of cold light in the young man's eyes, covering all the ground on the platform in front of him. His aura was visibly rising with murderous intent. The silver black sword in his hand was wrapped in a terrifying sword wind and slashed towards her head.
Ye Qiao quickly bounced away from her position. As the sword swung, the air flow roared, and the sword almost hit her waist. Ye Qiao let out a sigh, "It's so cruel."
Then he started to fight back ferociously. The water-breaking sword felt icy cold when he got it. It was somewhat similar to Bujianjun in controlling it. There was no comparison between the spirit sword and the ordinary black sword. The power of the water-breaking sword was not comparable to that of ordinary spirit swords.
Two similar sword energy collided, and the tiger's mouth was slightly numb with shock. Ye Qinghan took two steps back, pursed his lips into a line, and glared at her fiercely, "That is the sword art of our Asking Sword Sect."
"Really?" Ye Qiao smiled, "Don't worry about it, don't worry about it, I just use it if it's useful."
Ye Qinghan looked at her as if he were looking at a dead person. He found that once he met Ye Qiao, even the calmest person's rationality would fall apart.
There was a lot of discussion below.
"A fight between Ye Qiao and Ye Qinghan? There is no skill between them, it's all about grudges."
The main reason is that they don't like each other, and sooner or later there will be a fight. The individual competition is not a real winner, and the two of them will die together at that time.
What Ye Qiao did was not something a normal person could do.
First, he snatched the other person's sword, then used his sword to hit him, and finally Jian Xixi performed the Wen Jian Sect's sword art for his opponent.
Duan Yu touched his chin and praised: "The performance is not bad, even the sword energy is perfect."
It's just quite entertaining.
I will strike you with your sword and provoke you.
"It's so murderous." Xie Chuxue leaned back and observed Ye Qinghan's reaction, "Xiaoqiao made me completely angry."
In fact, it is best to keep a low profile when fighting against others.
It's never a good idea to annoy your opponent.
But Ye Qiao is too mean.
Xie Chuxue appreciated this very much.
Suppressing his anger, Ye Qinghan poured the sword energy in his hand into the Xuanjian. How could an ordinary Xuanjian withstand the sword energy at the Nascent Soul stage? Ye Qiao didn't even need to use too much force, and smashed it down with the first move of Qingfeng Jue.
, the Xuanjian made a clear cracking sound, and shattered inch by inch. Her eyes brightened slightly, and she pursued the victory by kicking Ye Qinghan twice in a row to the edge of the competition stage.
The cut water formed a water dragon, roaring towards Ye Qinghan.
Just when he was about to bite off the human head, the water dragon suddenly disappeared at this moment.
Open.
Seeing this scene, Ye Qiao decisively changed her mind to Bu Jianjun.
Duanshui didn't really make a move. Ye Qinghan finally felt better. The young man looked at the Xuanjian that was shattered by Ye Qiao's sword with an expressionless face. His anger was suppressed to the extreme, "Ye Qiao, do you want to die?"
Ye Qiao did not answer.
She knew that Ye Qinghan might have a back-up plan, so she was too lazy to beep with him anymore and threw out the first five moves of Qingfeng Jue one after another.
There is no way to avoid it.
Zhu You wanted to help but was trapped in the killing array by Ming Xuan, a man who could kill a thousand swords. She said coldly, "Zuo Yi, Xia Qing, you two go help senior brother."
Zhu You is generally responsible for the commanding role in the team. When he heard her words, the two sword cultivators who were fighting Zhou Xingyun decisively sheathed their swords.
Zhou Xingyun was very difficult to deal with. It was very difficult for the two of them to deal with him at the Nascent Soul stage. I thought that the elder brother would be sure of dealing with Ye Qiao, but the two of them took a closer look.
"Elder brother." Xia Qing asked, "Where is your sword?"
Ye Qinghan: "..."
"They were robbed by bandits from the Changming Sect!" Chu Xingzhi was furious.
Xia Qing was stunned: "Ah? This isn't fair, right? No one would snatch the opponent's natal sword during the competition, right?" At least this kind of thing had never happened during the competition between them and the Sword Sect.
"It's just tactics." Mu Chongxi raised her eyebrows at them upon hearing this, "Ye Qiao's sword is in her hand. If you have the ability, go and grab it."
His words gave enough inspiration to the two men of Wenjian Sect. They looked at each other and flew forward to snatch the sword from Ye Qiao's hand.
Senior Brother also said that when fighting, dry the leaves first.
It was difficult to snatch the sword from Ye Qiao's hand, but the two of them cooperated surprisingly well, and their sword moves were all in perfect harmony.
Ye Qiao finally understood why the two of them dared to fight their senior brother. It turned out that they were confident.
The interweaving cyan and golden sword winds are full of chilling aura.
"Two sword energies can be used together?" Elder Zhao has never seen such a situation before. "What kind of swords are these two guys using?"
Compared with the other three, the two direct disciples of Wenjian Sect seem to have little sense of existence, and their performance in the individual competition is even more average.
"Their spiritual swords are a pair, one green and one yellow, the Biluo Sword and the Underworld Sword." Duan Yu narrowed his eyes, "How about it? It sounds awesome, and it's like there is no solution when they work together."
With the cooperation of the two swords, Ye Qiao's inheritance of prediction system was overwhelmed no matter how fast it turned.
No wonder the two of them are mediocre in strength alone, and find it difficult to escape when working together.
She thought for a moment and saw that Jun changed his form and followed the sword moves of the two men with different sword techniques.
The special nature of Bu Jianjun gives Ye Qiao a lot of room for development.
Ye Qiao is not only good at one kind of swordsmanship. When he went to the inheritance place left by his ancestors and predecessors, he was picked out by each of his ancestors and beat him up. He had long been familiar with it, and even used it on his own.
With sound effects.
Every time he used a move, the elders of the five major sects would scream twice.
"That's the swordsmanship of our Yue Qing Sect."
"Those are the starting moves and defensive techniques of our Chengfeng Sect!"
"Who taught this?!" the leader of Wenjian Sect was furious.
Duan Yu said expressionlessly, "We didn't teach her."
Ye Qiao, this little brat, had stolen lessons from other sects before, but they were definitely not so standard that they were exactly the same.
This level of proficiency can only be achieved through someone's deliberate guidance.
——Then who taught it?
The leader of the Wenjian Sect fell into deep thought for a short time.
While several people were talking, with the cooperation of the twins, one person hit Ye Qiao's wrist from behind. Taking advantage of Ye Qiao's hand being slightly loose, Xia Qing snatched it away without seeing that Jun's sharp sword edge could cut the person's palm.
Come down.
Seeing this scene, the twins showed a slightly relaxed expression and couldn't wait to say: "Get her out of here!"
If there is no natal sword, of course, she should be eliminated immediately.
Ye Qiao admired their relaxed expressions, then pulled out a light Glimpse sword from the mustard bag. The lavender sword light emerged, and her voice was false, "It's so sad. My sword is just gone."
"But it doesn't matter." Ye Qiao's sad expression faded, he snapped his fingers with a bright smile and tilted his head: "I have four more swords next, do you want to grab them one by one?"
owe.
So fucking owed.
No wonder it was so easy to grab.
Ye Qiao was playing with them throughout the entire co-writing process...