I saved the whole sect by playing badly

The young master of the demon clan noticed the change in the sky. For some reason, his hairs stood on end instinctively. He frowned and raised his eyes.

The purpose of entry is Ye Qiao's expressionless eyebrows and eyes.

"What do you want to do?" He didn't realize the seriousness of the matter.

Ye Qiao stepped on the breeze, "It looks like you like playing thunder?"

As she approached, the aura of Thunder Calamity surging in midair became more terrifying.

At that moment, Lei Jie felt oppressed in his heart, and he panicked for a moment, then quickly calmed down, "Ye Qiao, you actually chose Po Yuanying at this time?"

"Then you are really overconfident..." His mocking tone changed, no, "Why don't you meditate after breaking through Nascent Soul?" Her idle appearance seemed to be that she was not going to cross the catastrophe.In his perception, it is very difficult to get through the Nascent Soul stage.

While speaking, Ye Qiao was already approaching, and the speed of stepping on the breeze approached in an instant, and Ye Qiao's sneering voice was heard next to her ears.

"Now that you know me so well—"

She kicked him down, hit his jaw, and let him fly upside down and smashed into the ruins without any effort, "Why don't you go to repair the photo stone and watch my fifth match?"

But anyone who has watched the fifth game is not so confident.

The thunder and lightning of the young master of the Demon Race had no effect on her at all. Both of them were in the Nascent Soul Stage. When they fought head-on, they couldn't consume Ye Qiao at all. Ye Qiao's speed was too fast. figure.

The young master of the demon clan raised the corner of his lips, and the black-red light contained a strong demonic energy floating in the palm of his palm, and he snapped it with lightning speed!

The light blue sword shadow transformed into a shape, and the white-haired loli folded her hands in front of her chest. She suddenly opened her eyes, frozen for thousands of miles, a little bit of frost, covered with a little bit of hoarfrost, and all attacks were stopped by the sword spirit.

The Frost Sword approached the ice blade sharply with its backhand, swaying straight to the neck of the young master of the Demon Race. When the young man dodged, his free hand condensed spiritual energy and punched him hard in the abdomen, sending him flying backwards.

When the young master of the demon clan was in pain, the thunder and lightning spread, and the light blue sword spirit in front of him was severely scattered.

Damn a loli is so violent.

At the moment when the ice layer of Frost Sword was broken, she continued, "I don't see you."

The shadow of the black sword transformed into a form, and a sense of oppressiveness struck, blocking Ye Qiao's front. The domineering demonic energy fell on him, but finally disappeared?

His eyes widened, "What the hell are you?"

Bu Jun's voice was drawn out, and he showed a bright smile, "It's too rude, why did you talk to your great-grandfather?"

He was the sword of the Demon Lord back then, and a mere young master of the Demon Race was worthy of fighting with him.

Compared with that violent loli, this sword spirit is more difficult to provoke. His own attacks are ineffective against him, and he is always in danger of being cut off by dense black silk threads.

He can't fight again and again, Nima, these two sword spirits, he will fight with the head?

The young master of the demon clan stepped on the stone, and without thinking about it, he was ready to run to the direction of the main city. When he stepped through the main city, he must make this personal biography look good!

Ye Qiao looked at the direction he was leaving, opened the jade slip without haste, and notified Ye Qinghan and others.

The battle under the main city was the most intense, and the ground was full of wreckage of monsters and demons. With the help of formations and magical weapons, they were able to resist waves of enemies who were dying. Ye Qinghan's hand holding the sword trembled slightly. The clothes were soaked in blood.

The boy opened his eyes, his eyes were indifferent.

The formation was destroyed, and there were still monks in the city who hadn't left. Once they were smashed and killed, the crazy demons would probably massacre the city in one go.

Basically, a master handed down to deal with two Nascent Soul stage masters, collided with the Nascent Soul stage, and his left shoulder was pierced by a blade. Zhu You's eyes froze, Luo Shui slashed across the invisible water knife and dropped the blood line, severed the opponent's head, and swallowed the pill The bleeding stopped quickly after the medicine.

Song Hansheng, a talisman repairer with no one to protect him, can only protect himself, not only that, but also save others. The demons saw the opportunity, and the two surrounded him one after the other. Pale, his internal organs were almost crushed by this blow.

The talisman did not resist the beating at all, and hit the sand hard with one blow. Song Han swallowed the bloody breath in his mouth, staring at the scattered talisman papers, he needed to ignite the talisman to activate the formation that had been laid before.

Someone needs to hold on during this time.

Seeing another head-on blow, Song Hansheng calculated the distance of the talisman paper, and prepared to receive a head-on slap. As long as the blown position can fall next to the talisman, the formation can be activated directly.

"Hello! Song Hansheng!"

Duan Hengdao rushed over quickly, the magic weapon on his body burst into light and shattered after resisting Yuan Yingqi's blow. He almost dragged the person away in an instant, his voice was trembling, "Damn it, don't kill him."

The position he dragged happened to be the corner where Song Hansheng threw the talisman. Song Hansheng looked unpredictable, but he didn't expect Duan Hengdao to charge up.

Let an instrument repairer come to help, and the others are dead?

The two demons looked at each other, and the long knife came out of their hands, slashing towards the position in front of them.

Duan Hengdao caught the danger, turned around to block in front of Song Hansheng, unfolded the attack weapon in his hand, and the closed buds quickly turned into lotus petals, and the light red streamer flew upwards, repelling the besieging demons.

So scary.

Why did he come up to fight with the sword repairer?

But there are so many tools for cultivating magic tools, and the demons in the Nascent Soul stage didn't even hurt him with dozens of knives. Duan Hengdao was like a quail, obviously terrified to death, and he had to stand in front of Song Hansheng, making people dumbfounded.

He has been well protected in the sect since he was a child. Facing such vicious demons, his hands trembled again and again, while crying, he smashed the magic weapon viciously, and the attacking magic weapon was raised one after another, knocking the two demons together. The family smashed so hard that they couldn't get close.

"Wooooow, don't kill us."

Duan Hengdao's wailing sound was endless.

Grabbing the scattered talismans secretly, Song Han, who was about to ignite the formation, felt dizzy when he heard it. He stretched out his hand to hold his trembling shoulders, his face turned pale and he was weak: "Hey, can you stop barking."

"It's noisy."

Duan Hengdao's pupils tightened, looking at the cold long knife in front of him, "Ah, but they are coming to kill us again."

"Shut up, get out of the way." With a pale face, the young man pushed Duan Hengdao away, and quickly blocked the defensive talisman rising and inserting the blade, and the light blue talisman spread under his feet.

Using himself as a guide, all the formations set up before were detonated, and the five-element formation set off an explosion tens of meters away. All the demons who approached were spared, and they were all strangled by various killing formations.

Duan Hengdao's scream was blocked in his throat.

Silly thought.

Yue Qingzong's killing array is well-deserved.

……

Ye Qinghan looked at all the fellow disciples around him who were resisting with all their strength. His body was covered with scars, and there was a deep bone wound on his abdomen. Healed quickly with the pill, and he kept replenishing with spiritual energy and taking drugs, but it was only Stopped for about two days.

If you keep going, you can only stick to it.

"Is your main city still intact?" 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."

"You take them away from the main city, and evacuate those monks, I'm afraid they will massacre the city."

Ye Qinghan turned his shuriken slightly downwards, pointed the sword at the ground, the white sword light was all white, he told her lightly, "We will guard this place."

They asked the ancestral precepts of the Sword Sect, holding swords in their hands, and they should protect the peace of the cultivation world.

The mission of the so-called righteous disciples is nothing more than this.

"Don't guard. Let them come, just come." She said in a contented 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 sword-seeking sect has a much stronger sense of faith than others, and they refuse to retreat at such a juncture. If they were from other sects, they might have abandoned this main city long ago. No wonder they would Let Ye Qinghan lead the team.

Ye Qinghan: "?"

He frowned, "What?"

Ye Qiao: "Look at the sky."