I saved the whole sect by playing badly

"Damn it, it's all your fault, why didn't I remember that she took several swords from us in the sword cave."

"Oh, you're so smart that I didn't hear you remind me."

The two who cooperated tacitly quarreled for a few words and then stopped talking.

After working so hard for a long time, he was tricked in the end, especially after nearly one-third of his spiritual energy was consumed by this encounter, and Ye Qiao's attitude of being able to do a job with ease made it even more frustrating.

"Brother, do you want to use it?" Xia Qing listlessly shook the stick in his hand. After leaving Ye Qiao, the other party turned into an ordinary stick. I really don't know how that person used it so smoothly. .

Ye Qinghan frowned, quickly pinched the sword formula, and responded to Zhou Xingyun's sword that pierced his left shoulder. He said calmly, "No need."

If it was an ordinary spirit sword, he would use it easily, but ordinary people really dare not touch the swords of the demon masters of the past.

"Hit Ye Qinghan." Zhou Xingyun said suddenly, "He has been making sword tactics."

He also tried to kill Ye Qinghan directly just now.

These sword tactics have never been heard before.

This kind of sword formula is indeed from the Sword-seeking Sect, but it is definitely not something that Ye Qinghan can master. Zhou Xingyun thought for a few seconds, "It is the inheritance left by the ancestor of the Sword-seeking Sect."

One can imagine how precious the inheritance of Wenjianzong's thousand-year heritage is.

Zhou Xingyun didn't expect this person to digest it so quickly.

"To be precise, the four of you don't listen to the lectures." Xue Yu saw this scene in the audience, and his head hurt: "Listen to the lectures more and you will know how to quickly apply the inheritance to actual combat."

Ye Qiao and Mu Chongxi's inheritance can be used when they get it.

But the inheritance of the elder brother and Mingxuan is accumulated from the patriarch and other seniors, and it takes time to comprehend.

"We've only been back for less than three days. Why is he staying awake for three days and three nights to understand the inheritance?" Mu Chongxi couldn't help cursing inwardly as a pervert.

Ye Qinghan took the Biluo sword from his junior brother without any hassle. The sword spirit obeyed the natural sword bone very high, and the sword light slashed in the direction of Chang Mingzong.

Zhou Xingyun waved his sword to disperse them, Ye Qiao turned over, Lve Ying sword refracted, and slashed towards their waists, the air current drove up the building behind them, and with the sound of collapse, all the wooden frames broke at the waist, Ye Qinghan stood there firmly, unmoved by the wind posture.

Sword shadows surrounded him, showing a protective tendency.

Mu Chongxi and Chu Xingzhi stopped entanglement immediately. After kicking each other, they separated and returned to each other's camps.

"What is that? Your new move?" Ming Xuan turned his head to see the scene of countless sword shadows surrounding Ye Qinghan, his peach blossom eyes slightly opened, staring at Zhu You suspiciously.

What the hell is Ye Qinghan doing?

Zhu You slightly raised his eyebrows, "It's better not to ask so many questions when you are about to die."

As the formation shattered, the Luoshui sword attacked at a treacherous speed like a water snake.

The corners of Mingxuan's lips turned cold, "Speaking so wildly, those who didn't know would think that you have already won the sword-asking sect."

Throwing a slap talisman on Zhu You's face, the talisman took effect, and Zhu You slapped the second senior brother hard on the face.

Chu Xingzhi was stunned by the sudden blow from his favorite big mouth, "Huh?"

Why did you hit him again?

Did he do something wrong again?

The corner of Zhuyou's mouth twitched fiercely, "Sorry."

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaas ! !

Mingxuan had been prepared for a long time, posted an invisibility talisman, and disappeared in front of Zhu You.

The invisibility talisman is easy to leak, even if the person disappears in front of him, the breath can still be captured. Mingxuan looked at the water snake-shaped sword energy that was chasing after him, and shouted: "Little sister!"

The figure of the young man appeared, Ye Qiao quickly turned around, pulled Mingxuan behind him, Lve Ying broke the water snake's head with a sword.

Ye Qinghan's whole body was surrounded by layers of sword shadows, and his aura was particularly frightening. Even if Mingxuan didn't understand swords, he felt ominous.

Seeing that the crisis was temporarily lifted, Mingxuan stuck it over, breaking out in cold sweat, "Is he crazy?" Mingxuan visually estimated that the power of this sword was at least in the stage of transforming gods.

Damn, hitting them with a sword taught by the ancestor of the Swordsmanship Sect is still at least a sword that has the stage of transforming gods.

"Who is the inheritance of our Changming Sect?" Mingxuan asked.

Ye Qiao: "Give it to senior brother."

The patriarch of the Changming sect chose Zhou Xingyun as the inheritor.

But the elder brother obviously didn't have time to study it, not everyone is like Ye Qinghan and Gandi, with ridiculously high talents, who are still there at night to become the scroll king.

Mingxuan quickly thought about the life-saving formation, "I have a formation that will allow us to die with dignity when the time comes."

At least it can save their lives, and they won't all fall into ruins.

"Actually, I can feel that the person he mainly wants to hit is not the three of us." Mu Chongxi licked the corner of his lips.

"I see." Mingxuan: "He mainly wants to kill Ye Qiao."

The reason for Ye Qinghan's impatient eyes is inseparable from Ye Qiao's provocation.

Ye Qinghan had only two swords in a row, one was snatched and the other was cut off. If he was Ye Qinghan, he would fight Ye Qiao too.

"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 the explosion doesn't kill him, Zhou Xingyun can only think of a way to throw these juniors and juniors off the stage first.

He guessed that Ye Qinghan's sword would take half his life to block it, and Ye Qinghan was really ruthless enough.

Ye Qiao let out a breath, stared at the scene in front of her, and spread her hands regretfully, "The elder won't let you use it."

And even if it is used, it will not explode.

The spirit on the stage was tense, and the atmosphere off the stage was also condensed.

Duan Yu pointed the finger at Elder Zhao, "I give these people extra lessons on weekdays, and now I won't be suppressed by Ye Qinghan."

The patriarch's will inheritance can be described as mysterious and mysterious, but this year's personal inheritance is the highest in comprehension. Duan Yu has honey confidence in his own personal inheritance, and they are definitely no worse than Ye Qinghan.

Qin Fanfan was also full of thoughts.

The inheritance of the founder of the Changming Sect was passed on to Zhou Xingyun.

I don't know if Zhou Xingyun can intercept it.

"Ye Qiao and Mu Chongxi are like two savages who go out early and come back late. There will never be enough people in the class. How can I teach???" Elder Zhao mentioned that his face darkened.

Qin Fanfan smoothed things over: "Don't quarrel, don't quarrel, you may not be able to fight."

Ye Qiao's potential depends on the strength of the opponent.

It's not dead yet.Didn't you see that the four on stage were calmer than the other?

Even Xue Yu was not in a hurry.

Elder Zhao continued to have a gloomy old face, and a mysterious space formed around Ye Qinghan, and the sword shadow that flowed out unconsciously was shot out, destroying the entire back mountain in pieces, "Losing money! After this game is over, all Swordsmanship Sects must be let out." Stay and lose money!"

Sure enough, they were overestimated.

One second, he was glad that the 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 carried a strong killing intent, and the air flow could cut people, Mingxuan muttered, "The intention to kill is so strong, why don't you practice the way of killing?"

"He has such a character that he doesn't recognize his relatives." Zhou Xingyun said calmly, "Also, stop chattering, let's end the battle."

Mingxuan oh oh twice, and sealed the surrounding area with seal seals.

Controlled in a space, and firmly protected the fellow disciples around him, with this level of protection, Mingxuan could guarantee that they would not be killed by a sword, and he couldn't guarantee anything else.

"Does he want to ascend to the sky in one step, and stand shoulder to shoulder with the patriarch?" Mu Chongxi clicked his tongue, looking at the sword shadows around Ye Qinghan ready to strike, and rumored to ask the patriarch of the sword sect.

He was actually used by him. Not to mention the exaggerated power of destroying the world, the scene was shocking enough.

There are only two choices left for them, one is to escape, and the other is to face up.

Ye Qiao chose to confront him head-on, turned Lve Ying Sword along the palm of her hand, the little Nascent Soul in her body temporarily protected her, stepped out of the formation set up by Mingxuan, and scattered the sword shadows one after another with her wrists.

Ye Qinghan raised his hand and turned his palm slightly, pointing his sword at her.

The tone was indifferent, "Do you like courting death so much?"

The dense sword shadows formed a huge giant long sword, which almost deprived people of breathing at the moment of pressing down.

"Aren't you the one who is looking for death?" She adjusted her breath, turned to the side of Lve Shadow Sword, and did not forget to say hello at this time.

Ye Qiao stepped into the air facing the shuttle sword shadow, Ye Qinghan gathered at least tens of thousands of people around him, relying on his body skills to dodge all the scurrying sword shadows, and stepped on the side of the competition stage alone.

The team battle that was promised has really become a game of grievances.

"Ye Qiao is so fast."

Duan Yu was proud: "Of course!" The speed of his typing!

Ye Qinghan squinted his eyes, he was really mad by Ye Qiao's anger, and immediately swung his sword, draining most of his spiritual energy and physical strength, with a blank expression on his face, he continued to press down.

At the moment when Ye Qinghan's sword was pressed down, the little Nascent Soul in Ye Qiao's body protected her tightly, and the whole scene was destroyed.

Mingxuan and the others had formations to protect them, and the situation was much better.

Ye Qiao was in the center of the storm, and the little Nascent Soul in her body tried her best to help her repair the wound.

Ming Xuan nervously patted Mu Chongxi on the head, "Damn it, he must be sick, really attacking Ye Qiao."

Mu Chongxi's head was thumping when he was slapped. He got angry and smashed Ming Xuan into the ground with his fist, "Don't slap my head!"

When the two were fighting vigorously, tens of thousands of sword shadows rolled up in the center of the competition stage, and a light golden sword shadow hung high above his head. Ye Qiao's hand gesture was very fast, almost forming at the same time as Ye Qinghan's sword shadow , she chose to strike first, faster than Ye Qinghan.

The moment Ye Qinghan's sword art fell, she also made the art quietly, and prepared to send the sword to Ye Qinghan's face.

Don't you want to kill her?

Come on, let's smash the sword formula together.

Let's see who cools down first.

The snow-white sword light converged, and the pale golden sword shadow hung in the air like a giant sword, forming a terrifying height. The collision of the two breaths almost caused a small explosion in an instant.

"Ah?" I don't know if it was because she was surprised that she dared to confront Ye Qinghan, or because she was also able to express emotion like Ye Qinghan.

"Which patriarch's sword intent is she?"

Whose will did Ye Qiao conform to?

Almost all the people present agreed that the Dao of the common people is in line with the will of the Dao of Heaven, and the Patriarch of Changming Zong did not choose her, so this is the only possibility left.

Xie Chuxue didn't know either.

But he likes to see Wenjian Zong being deflated.

"Look, look, Xiaoqiao's one 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 devours everything around him. It is an inexplicable sense of oppression and unknown fear.

The little prince of the Dragon Clan casually held his face, "I feel a little familiar." But it was definitely not from the Dragon Clan.

He definitely felt it somewhere.

The dragon and phoenix families are all looking for people with great luck.

This is also the reason why he has a good impression of Ye Qinghan and hopes that Asking Sword Sect can win.

That Ye Qinghan made him feel really comfortable, even if he is not a lucky person, he is definitely favored.

"Can Ye Qinghan win?" He couldn't understand the situation of the game, and turned his head to look at his followers.

The sword hanging on the competition stage would not stop when it fell, and there was a faint and familiar aura under the coercion, which the little prince always felt very familiar with.

And why he was familiar with this point was quickly confirmed in the fight between the two.

Ye Qiao and Ye Qinghan's sword arts were pinched at the same time, but she hit it unexpectedly. When Ye Qinghan was about to kill her from afar, she accelerated suddenly, stepping on the mid-air continuously to borrow strength, and the sword shadow took shape, and a pale golden light hung high in the mid-air The long sword fell steadily.

When two sword shadows collide, you will know whose power is greater.

Ye Qiao's sword shadow was at least twice as tall. She aimed at the person in front of her majestically, as if she regarded him as a trainer, raised her lips slightly, and patted Ye Qinghan's face without hesitation.

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