The young master of the demon tribe noticed the change in the sky. For some reason, the hair on his hair stood up instinctively. He frowned and raised his eyes.
What caught my eye was Ye Qiao's emotionless eyebrows.
"What do you want to do?" He didn't realize the seriousness of the matter.
Ye Qiao stepped on the breeze, "It seems like you like to play with thunder?"
As she got closer, the aura of thunder and calamity surging in mid-air became more and more terrifying.
At that moment, the oppressive feeling of thunder and calamity reached his heart. He panicked for a moment, but quickly calmed down, "Ye Qiao, you actually chose to destroy Yuanying at this time?"
"Then you are really overestimating yourself..." His mocking tone changed, no, "Why don't you meditate after you have broken through the Nascent Soul?" Her leisurely look didn't seem like she was about to overcome the tribulation. In his perception,
It is difficult to get through this stage of the Nascent Soul stage.
As he spoke, Ye Qiao was already approaching. The speed of Taqingfeng was approaching instantly, and Ye Qiao's sneer sounded in his ears.
"Now that you know me so well——"
She kicked him right in the jaw, sending him flying backwards and smashing into the rubble without taking any force, "Why don't you go mend the shadow stone and watch my fifth game?"
Anyone who has watched the fifth scene will not be so confident.
The young demon master's thunder and lightning had no effect on her at all. Both of them were in the Nascent Soul stage. In a head-on fight, they couldn't defeat Ye Qiao at all. Ye Qiao was too fast and couldn't catch her even if she was suppressed by her realm.
figure.
The young demon master raised the corners of his lips, and a black-red light containing rich demonic energy floated in the palm of his hand, and he snapped it with lightning speed!
The light blue sword shadow transformed, and the white-haired Lolita folded her hands on her chest. She suddenly opened her eyes and saw thousands of miles of ice, a little bit of frost, and a little bit of hoarfrost. All her attacks were blocked by the sword spirit.
The frost sword came close to the ice blade with its backhand, and the moves were directed towards the young demon master's neck. When the young man dodged, he used his free hand to gather spiritual energy and punched him in the abdomen hard, sending him flying backwards.
When the young demon master was in pain, thunder and lightning spread out, severely scattering the light blue sword spirit in front of him.
Damn it, a loli can be so violent.
At the moment when the ice layer of the Frost Sword was broken, she continued, "No see you."
The black sword shadow transformed, and the oppressive feeling of destroying the world came, blocking Ye Qiao's front, and the overbearing demonic energy fell on him, but it was finally eliminated?
His eyes widened, "Who the hell are you?"
Bu Jianjun's voice became longer and he showed a bright smile, "It's so rude. Why are you talking to your great-grandfather?"
He was the demon king's sword at the beginning, and a mere demon master was worthy of fighting him.
Compared with that violent lolita, this sword spirit is even more difficult to mess with. My attacks are ineffective against him, and there is always a risk of my neck being cut by dense black threads.
I can't beat them again and again. Why, he's going to hit these two sword spirits with their heads?
The young demon master stepped on the stone with his feet and prepared to run towards the main city without thinking. The moment he stepped through the main city, he must make this personal biography look good!
Ye Qiao looked at the direction he left, calmly opened the jade slip, and informed Ye Qinghan and others.
The battle below the main city was the fiercest. The ground was filled with the remains of monsters and monsters. With the help of formations and magical weapons, they were able to withstand waves of enemies who were dying. Ye Qinghan’s hand holding the sword was trembling slightly. The white sect
The clothes were soaked in blood.
The young man opened his eyes, his eyes were indifferent.
The formation has been broken, and there are still monks who have not left the city. Once they are trampled, the crazy demons will probably massacre the city in one go. The city behind them cannot be released, and they can only hold on, at least until the sect leaders can free their hands.
Basically, a master who personally dealt with two Yuanying stages collided with Yuanying stage, and his left shoulder was pierced by the blade. Zhu You's eyes narrowed, Luo Shui drew the invisible water knife and fell to the blood line, cut off the opponent's head, and swallowed the pill.
The bleeding stopped quickly after taking the medicine.
Song Hansheng, a talisman cultivator, had no choice but to protect himself without anyone to protect him. Not only that, he also had to save others. The demons saw the opportunity, and the two of them surrounded him one after another. The rolling demonic energy hit him hard on the chest. Song Hansheng's expression changed.
He was slightly pale, and his internal organs were almost crushed by this blow.
The talisman cultivator didn't resist the beating at all, and hit the sand hard with one blow. Song Hansheng swallowed the bloody smell in his mouth and stared at the scattered talisman papers. He needed to ignite the talisman to activate the formation he had laid out before.
Someone needs to hold me back during this period.
Seeing another blow coming in front of him, Song Hansheng calculated the distance of the talisman and prepared to receive a palm from the front. As long as the position where he was knocked away could land next to the talisman, he could directly activate the formation.
"Hey! Song Hansheng!"
Duan Hengdao rushed over quickly with quick eyes and hands. The magic weapon on his body burst out with light and shattered after resisting the blow of Nascent Soul Stage. He dragged the person away almost in an instant, his voice was trembling, "Fuck, fuck, don't kill him."
The position he dragged happened to be the corner where Song Hansheng threw the talisman. Song Hansheng looked unpredictable. Unexpectedly, Duan Hengdao rushed up.
If a weapon repairer comes to help, will the others die?
The two demons looked at each other, took out their long swords, and slashed at the position in front of them.
Duan Hengdao sensed the danger, turned around and stood in front of Song Hansheng, unfolded the attack weapon in his hand, and the closed flower buds quickly turned into lotus petals, and the light red streamer flew up, repelling the besieging demons.
It's so scary.
Why would he, a weapon cultivator, come up to fight with a sword cultivator?
But there were so many magic weapons, and the demons in the Nascent Soul Stage could slash him dozens of times without even injuring him at all. Duan Hengdao was as scared as a quail, and he had to stand in front of Song Hansheng, which made people dumbfounded.
He had been well protected in the sect since he was a child. Facing such ferocious demons, his hands shook again and again. While crying, he viciously smashed the magic weapons. The offensive magic weapons rose up one after another, killing the two demons.
The clan members were beaten so hard that they were not allowed to get close.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuu, don't kill us."
Duan Hengdao's wailing sound could not be heard without stopping.
Song Han, who secretly grabbed the scattered talismans and prepared to ignite the formation, felt his head pounding when he heard the sound. He stretched out his hand to hold his trembling shoulders, his face turned pale and weak: "Hey, can you stop screaming?"
"It's so noisy."
Duan Hengdao's pupils narrowed as he looked at the cold sword in front of him, "Ah, ah, but they are coming to kill us again."
"Shut up and get out of the way." The young man turned pale, pushed Duan Hengdao away, and quickly made a hand gesture to block the rising and thrusting blade of the defensive talisman. The light blue talisman spread under his feet.
Using itself as a trigger, all the formations that had been laid out before were detonated, and the Five Elements formation set off an explosion dozens of meters away. All the demons that came close were not spared, and were strangled by various killing formations.
Duan Hengdao's scream suddenly stuck in his throat.
Thinking stupidly.
The Yue Qing Sect’s killing array is well-deserved.
…
Ye Qinghan looked at all the fellow disciples around him who were resisting with all their strength. He was covered in colors and had a bone-deep wound on his abdomen. It healed quickly with the help of pills. He kept replenishing it with spiritual energy and taking medicine, but it was only
I was stopped for about two days.
If we continue to hold on, we can only hold on to death.
"Is your main city not destroyed?" Ye Qiao asked.
His Adam's apple rolled slightly. Seeing the movement of the jade slip, Ye Qinghan told Ye Qiao the bad news, "It's not broken, but we can't stop it, Ye Qiao."
"Take them away from the main city and evacuate the monks. I'm afraid they will massacre the city."
Ye Qinghan turned his shuriken slightly downward and pointed at the ground. The white sword light was white as snow. He told her calmly, "We will guard this place."
They asked about the ancestral teachings of the Sword Sect. Holding the sword in their hands, they should protect the peace of the true world.
The mission of the so-called righteous disciples is nothing more than this.
"Stop guarding. Let them come, just come." She said with a happy tone, stepped on the flying sword, and quickly sent a message to the people guarding the main city, "I'm waiting for them to come."
Ye Qiao sometimes admires Ye Qinghan. The Wenjian Sect has a much stronger sense of belief than others. It refuses to retreat at this juncture. If it were someone from other sects, they might have abandoned this main city long ago. No wonder they would