Chapter 273 A sword is delivered to Ye Qinghan’s face
"Damn it, it's all your fault. Why didn't you remember that she took several of our swords from the Sword Cave?"
"Oh, you are so smart that you didn't even hear you remind me."
The two people, who cooperated tacitly, quarreled for a few words and then stopped talking.
After working hard for a long time, he was tricked in the end, especially when nearly one-third of his spiritual energy was consumed in this encounter. Ye Qiao still showed a calm attitude, which made people collapse even more.
"Elder brother, do you want to use it?" Xia Qing shook the stick in his hand. After leaving Ye Qiao, the stick turned into an ordinary stick. I really don't know how that person can use it so smoothly.
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Ye Qinghan frowned, quickly made a sword gesture, and responded to Zhou Xingyun's sword that penetrated his left shoulder. He said calmly, "No need."
If it were an ordinary spiritual sword, he would be able to use it easily, but most people would not dare to touch the swords of the Demon Lords of the past.
"Beat Ye Qinghan." Zhou Xingyun suddenly said, "He has been making sword skills."
He also tried to kill Ye Qinghan directly just now.
These sword techniques are unprecedented.
This kind of sword technique did come from the Wenjian Sect, but it was definitely not something that Ye Qinghan could master. Zhou Xingyun thought for a few seconds and said, "That is the inheritance left by the founder of the Wenjian Sect."
After asking about the thousand-year history of the Sword Sect, one can imagine how precious its inheritance is.
Zhou Xingyun didn't expect this person to digest it so quickly.
"To be precise, you four didn't listen to the lectures." Xue Yu saw this scene in the audience and his head hurt: "You will know how to quickly apply the inheritance into actual combat if you listen to the lectures more often."
Ye Qiao and Mu Chongxi's inheritance can be used as soon as you get it.
However, the inheritance of Senior Brother and Mingxuan is accumulated from the ancestors and other seniors, and it takes time to understand.
"We have only been back for less than three days. Did he stay up for three days and three nights to understand the inheritance?" Mu Chongxi couldn't help but secretly cursed for being a pervert.
Ye Qinghan smoothly took the Biluo Sword given by his junior brother. The sword spirit was extremely obedient to the natural sword bones, and the sword light slashed in the direction of Changming Sect.
Zhou Xingyun swung his sword to stir things up, Ye Qiao turned over, and the Glimpse Sword refracted and slashed towards their waists. The air flow drove them to stand up and build the building behind them. With the sound of collapse, all the wooden frames were broken at the waist. Ye Qinghan stood there steadily, motionless in the eight winds.
posture.
Sword shadows surrounded him, showing a protective trend.
Mu Chongxi and Chu Xingzhi immediately stopped entangled. After kicking each other, they distanced themselves and returned to each other's camps.
"What is that? Your new trick?" Mingxuan turned his head and saw countless sword shadows surrounding Ye Qinghan. His peach blossom eyes opened slightly and he stared at Zhuyou suspiciously.
What is Ye Qinghan doing?
Zhu You raised his eyebrows lightly, "It's better not to ask so many questions when you are about to die."
As he spoke, the formation shattered, and the Luo Shui Sword attacked fiercely like a water snake with strange speed.
The corners of Mingxuan's lips turned cold, "You're talking so wildly. If you don't know better, you'd think you Wenjian Sect has already won."
A slap talisman was thrown on Zhu You's face, and the talisman took effect. Zhu You suddenly slapped the second senior brother's face with a slap.
Leng Buding got a slap from his favorite loudmouth, and Chu Xingzhi was stunned, "Huh?"
Why hit him again?
Did he do something wrong again?
Zhu You's mouth twitched sharply, "I'm sorry."
Ahhhh damn Fu Xiu!!!
Mingxuan had already been prepared and put on an invisibility talisman before disappearing in front of Zhu You.
The invisibility talisman is easy to leak. Even if a person disappears in front of him, his aura can still be captured. Mingxuan looked at the sword energy in the shape of a water snake that was chasing behind him and shouted: "Little junior sister!"
The young man's figure appeared, Ye Qiao quickly turned around, pulled Mingxuan behind him, and cut off the water snake's head with a flick of his sword.
Ye Qinghan's whole body was surrounded by layers of sword shadows, and his aura was particularly terrifying. Even Ming Xuan didn't understand swords and had an ominous premonition.
Seeing that the crisis was temporarily over, Mingxuan approached him, breaking into a cold sweat, "Is he crazy?" Mingxuan visually estimated that the power of this sword was at least at the level of a god.
Damn it, hitting them with a sword taught by the master of Wenjian Sect is still a sword that is at least in the stage of becoming a god.
"Who has passed on the inheritance of our Changming Sect?" Mingxuan asked.
Ye Qiao: "Give it to Senior Brother."
The ancestor of the Changming Sect chose Zhou Xingyun as his successor.
But the senior brother obviously doesn't have time to understand. Not everyone is as talented as Ye Qinghan and Gan Emperor, and they are still there at night to transform into King Juan.
Mingxuan quickly thought about the formation to save his life, "I have a formation that can allow us to die with more dignity when the time comes."
At least we can save our lives and prevent them all from falling into ruins.
"Actually, I can feel that the three of us are not the people he mainly wants to hit." Mu Zhongxi licked the corners of his lips.
"I can tell." Mingxuan: "He mainly wants to kill Ye Qiao."
The reason why Ye Qinghan was anxious was inseparable from Ye Qiao's provocation.
After three waves of Sword Asking Sect mentality, Ye Qinghan only had two swords in total, one was robbed and the other was cut off. If he were Ye Qinghan, he would also fight with Ye Qiao.
"Little junior sister, can your curse seal blow him up?" Zhou Xingyun stared at Ye Qinghan calmly for a few seconds, "Hurry up and blow him up."
If he couldn't be killed by the explosion, Zhou Xingyun could only think of a way to throw these junior brothers and sisters off the stage first.
He estimated that Ye Qinghan's sword would cost him half his life to intercept, and Ye Qinghan was really ruthless.
Ye Qiao exhaled, stared at the scene in front of him, and regretfully spread his hands, "The elder won't let you use it."
And even if it is used, it cannot be blown up to death.
The mood on stage was tense, and the atmosphere off stage was similarly condensed.
Duan Yu pointed the finger at Elder Zhao, "I usually give more extra lessons to these people, but now I won't be suppressed by Ye Qinghan."
The inheritance of the ancestor's will can be said to be very mysterious, but the understanding of this generation's direct descendants is the highest ever. Duan Yu has great confidence in his own direct descendants, and they are definitely no worse than Ye Qinghan.
Qin Fanfan was also full of thoughts.
The inheritance of the founder of their Chang Ming Sect was passed on to Zhou Xingyun.
I wonder if Zhou Xingyun can intercept it.
"Ye Qiao and Mu Chongxi are like two savages who leave early and come back late. There are never enough people in class. How can I teach?" Elder Zhao's face darkened when he mentioned this.
Qin Fanfan tried to smooth things over: "Don't argue first, don't argue, you may not be able to win."
Ye Qiao's potential depends on the strength of her opponent.
Death is not imminent yet. Didn’t you see that each of the four on stage was calmer than the other?
Even Xue Yu was not in a hurry.
Elder Zhao continued to have a gloomy face, a mysterious space formed around Ye Qinghan, and the sword shadows flowed out unconsciously, destroying the entire back mountain to pieces, "Pay compensation! After this fight, all members of the Sword Asking Sect must be punished."
Stay and pay!"
Sure enough, they were overestimated.
One second, he was glad that the competition stage was not broken this time, and the next second, they showed him what it means to be rebellious.
The sword energy formed around Ye Qinghan was filled with strong murderous intent, and the air flow could cut people. Mingxuan muttered, "The murderous intention is so strong, why don't you practice the path of killing?"
"He has this kind of character that he doesn't recognize his relatives." Zhou Xingyun said calmly, "Also, stop nagging for now and form a formation."
Mingxuan groaned twice and sealed the surrounding area with seals.
Controlling in a space and firmly protecting the fellow disciples around him, Mingxuan can guarantee that they will not lose half of their lives with a sword, but others cannot guarantee it.
"Does he want to reach the sky in one step and stand shoulder to shoulder with the founder?" Mu Zhongxi clicked his tongue and looked at the shadows of swords preparing to go around Ye Qinghan. According to rumors, he asked about the founder of the Sword Sect.
He actually used it, and the power was so exaggerated as to destroy the world, and the scene was shocking enough.
There are only two choices left for them, one is to escape, the other is to confront them head-on.
Ye Qiao chose to confront him head-on. The Lian Ying Sword turned along the palm of his hand. The small Nascent Soul in his body temporarily protected the person. He walked out of the formation set up by Ming Xuan and scattered the sword shadows with his wrists one after another.
Ye Qinghan raised his hand and turned his palm slightly, pointing the sword directly at her.
His tone was indifferent, "Do you like to seek death so much?"
The densely packed sword shadows formed a huge giant sword, which almost took away all the breath from the person at the moment it was pressed down.
"Aren't you the one looking for death?" She adjusted her breathing, glanced at the side of the sword, and at this time did not forget to say a few words of joy.
Ye Qiao stepped into the air facing the shuttle sword shadows. At least tens of thousands of them gathered around Ye Qinghan. He relied on his body skills to dodge all the scurrying sword shadows, and stepped on the side of the competition stage alone.
The promised team battle really turned into a grudge match.
"Ye Qiao is so fast."
Duan Yu said proudly: "Of course!" The speed he played!
Ye Qinghan narrowed his eyes. He was really mad at Ye Qiao. He immediately swung his sword and drained most of all his spiritual energy and physical strength. He remained expressionless and continued to press down.
The moment Ye Qinghan's sword pressed down, the little Yuanying in Ye Qiao's body protected her tightly, and everything on the scene was destroyed.
Mingxuan and the others were protected by formations and the situation was much better.
Ye Qiao was at the center of the storm, and the little Nascent Soul in her body worked hard to repair her wounds.
Mingxuan nervously patted Mu Zhongxi's head, "Holy crap, he must be sick, he really wants to attack Ye Qiao."
Mu Chongxi was slapped on the head. He got angry and punched Mingxuan into the ground, "Don't slap me on the head!"
When the two were fighting vigorously, tens of thousands of sword shadows rolled up in the center of the competition stage, as well as a pale golden sword shadow hanging high above their heads. Ye Qiao made quick gestures, almost forming at the same time as Ye Qinghan's sword shadow.
, she chose to strike first and was faster than Ye Qinghan.
The moment Ye Qinghan's sword formula fell, she was also quietly making the formula and preparing to send a sword to Ye Qinghan's face.
Don't you want to kill her?
Come on, let's do the Sword Smashing Technique together.
Let's see who cools off first when the time comes.
The snow-white sword light gathered together, and the pale golden sword shadow was like a giant sword suspended in the air, forming a terrifying height. The two auras collided and almost caused a small explosion.
"Ah?" I don't know whether he was surprised that she dared to confront Ye Qinghan, or he was surprised that she could be like Ye Qinghan.
"Which ancestor's sword intention does she have?"
Whose will does Ye Qiao conform to?
Almost everyone present agreed that the will of the common people and the will of heaven, and the founder of the Changming Sect did not choose her, leaving only this possibility.
Xie Chuxue didn't know either.
But he just likes to see Wen Jian Zong being defeated.
"Look, look, Xiaoqiao's is bigger than yours!"
Ye Qiao's sword shadow is really bigger than Ye Qinghan's, and it is different from Ye Qinghan's terrifying aura that crushes and swallows everything around him. It is an inexplicable sense of oppression and unknown fear.
The little prince of the dragon tribe caressed his face and said, "I feel a little familiar." But it is definitely not from the dragon tribe.
He definitely felt it somewhere.
The dragon and phoenix tribes are looking for people with great luck.
This is also the reason why he has a good impression of Ye Qinghan and hopes that Wen Jian Zong can win.
That Ye Qinghan made him feel really comfortable, and even if he wasn't a lucky person, he was definitely favored.
"Can Ye Qinghan win?" He couldn't understand the situation of the game, so he turned his head and looked at his followers.
The sword hanging on the competition stage would fall down from time to time. Under the pressure, there was a faint aura that was not unfamiliar to anyone. The little prince always felt that it was very familiar.
And why he was familiar with this was quickly confirmed during the fight between the two.
Ye Qiao and Ye Qinghan completed their sword skills at the same time, but she was caught off guard. When Ye Qinghan was far away and was about to kill her, she accelerated suddenly and stepped on the air continuously to use her strength. The shadow of the sword took shape, and the pale golden light hung in the air.
The long sword fell steadily.
When two sword shadows collide, you will know which one is more powerful.
Ye Qiao's sword shadow was at least twice as tall. She aimed it at the person in front of her majestically, as if she was treating him as a martial arts practitioner. She raised her lips slightly and patted Ye Qinghan's face without hesitation.