I saved the whole sect by playing badly

Xue Yu threw away the map of mountains and rivers in his hand, "Mu Chongxi, do it."

The Chaoxi sword was glowing red and wiped out the surrounding demons with the momentum of a prairie fire. No matter how weak the demons are, they still have the upper hand in numbers. Xue Yu's map of mountains and rivers can perfectly serve as a cover for Mu Chongxi.

The two work together seamlessly.

Ye Qiao on the other side was stopped by a girl without warning after fighting off the demons.

It was Yun Que who hadn't seen him for a long time.

Ye Qiao noticed the hatred in the opponent's eyes.

hate her?

Ye Qiao looked at Yun Que, feeling more and more confused about what this man was thinking.

"You want to fight with me?" Ye Qiao looked at her, the two of them hadn't seen each other for three or four months, Yun Que's breath had changed, it was barely innocent and bright before, but now its eyes were gloomy and gloomy.

The sequelae of being possessed?

Ye Qiao didn't know, but Yun Que's cultivation base had already reached the late Jindan stage.

The others also muttered for a while, this Yun Que has grown up so fast, did he grow up eating shit?

"I will defeat you in a dignified way." After Yun Que finished speaking, several Nascent Soul stage masters stood beside him, staring at Ye Qiao coldly, "Then take your spiritual root."

Ye Qiao: "..."

"You have already been liked by so many people, but I have nothing. You are always robbing me." She muttered to herself, "I didn't want to be like this at first."

Ye Qiao didn't have time to listen to her beep self-analyzing these useless nonsense, she frowned and looked at Yun Que.

"So many treasures of heaven and earth are piled on you." She was surprised, "Yun Que, what are you unwilling to do?"

Yun Hen treated her very well from the beginning to the end. Even if an inner sect like the original owner was raised by himself, Yun Hen might not be willing to give her any resources. Ye Qiao has nothing to say about this. Speaking, but Ye Qiao couldn't figure out where Yun Que's resentment came from.

The soft emotion in Yun Que's eyes disappeared little by little, "You all snatched them away in the end!" No matter if it was the Qingluan Bird or the Treasure Hunting Beast, the insatiable greed of the Five Sects is not as honest as the Demon Clan.

"At least the demons are not comparable to you, a group of dignified and decent families."

I'm coming.Sure enough, no matter where they are, there seem to be few good things in the mouths of the protagonists.

As Genzheng Miaohong's righteous disciple, Ye Qiao couldn't help sighing, "Is it finished?"

In fact, she quite liked her status as a disciple of the Righteous Way, and Ye Qiao was quite unhappy to be belittled like this.

Yun Que was expressionless, "It's over, go die Ye Qiao!" In her hand was a small dagger with strange dark lines on it, and she felt a strong discomfort when she got close to Ye Qiao, her swordsmanship was more advanced than before Not a lot.

But the flaw was still too obvious, and was suppressed throughout.Daggers are only suitable for assassination, and Yun Que is stupid enough to compare her sword skills with her.

Lve Yingjian couldn't wait to rush out, and cut several wounds on the opponent's body several times in a row. Ye Qiao didn't hold back, seeing that Yun Que had been injured, and immediately smashed her spiritual root with the sword.

Just when she wanted to continue, the two Nascent Soul stage masters beside Yun Que moved.

Ye Qiao clicked his tongue twice and was knocked back. Lve Ying reacted quickly and slashed down with a backhand sword. The sword shadow landed on Yun Que's abdomen. With her scream, it almost broke in the middle.

The benefits of having more spirit swords, each attribute is different, Ye Qiao finally understands why these few swords often despise Feixian.

Lve Ying is proud, it is very strong, in terms of speed, no one can match it.

It can even complement Xiaoqi's domain.

Yun Que swallowed several bottles of pills in a row before he could barely speak, which made the demons dissatisfied. Looking at the past, there were very few pills in the demons, and all of them were given to this woman. I don't know what the young master thought.

She glanced at Ye Qiao resentfully, and knowing that she was no match, she handed the dagger to Nascent Soul Stage in front of her, "I want her spiritual root."

The masters of the demon race took over, and they were also ordered to come here. The goal was to pass on the five sects. Even if Yun Que didn't say anything, they would not let Ye Qiao go.

Ye Qiao faced two Nascent Soul Stages by herself, her eyebrows and eyes did not fluctuate.

The two masters of the Demon Race looked at each other, not daring to act rashly. There is no doubt that Ye Qiao is very strong. He was half probing, half mocking, "You want one person to beat us both?"

"Of course it's impossible. You two are nothing." The brisk boy's voice sounded, "But it smells so bad and it's you guys who are dirty and don't take a bath."

I don't see Jun transforming from the sword, holding his chest, blinking his eyes, passing those demons, and looking at Yun Que: "Have you used it to dig out people's spiritual roots?"

Such a heavy resentment, even if you don't see Jun, who cultivates the way of killing, you can feel a little surprised.

Yun Que was taken aback, "Sword Spirit Transformation?"

She reacted quickly: "Are you that stick?"

I don't see Jun smiling brightly: "I'm your ancestor." The jet-black chain wound up, Yun Que quickly grabbed a sword from the mustard bag, cut it off without thinking, wrapped it around her neck, and strangled it expressionlessly. , as if to cut off her fragile neck.

The bloody skin and flesh turned outwards, Bu Jun's eyes were filled with black, and he said with a strong malice, "Go to hell."

In the next second, the sword in Yun Que's hand shot out a little bit of light, dissolving all the sword energy that did not see Jun's overbearing.

"Huh?" Jun Wei paused.

Do you have a spirit?

Why does this guy have so many good things in his hands.

Ye Qiao waved her hand to signal that she would not see you back, and at the same time wanted to insult Tiandao more than once.

There is no more Luoshui, what kind of sword is this gift?

……

The battle situation has reached a fierce stage, Zhou Xingyun's long sword is in the void, and the wind breaks. Using himself as a guide, all the demons swept in by the sixth style of Qingfeng Jue are smashed by the wind knife, and the eyes are full of blood mist. The strong wind blew around and drove him away, the corner of the young man's clothes was not stained with blood from the beginning to the end.

Not only is obsessive-compulsive disorder serious, cleanliness is also very serious.

Duan Hengdao hurriedly built a protective shield, and put one on for the people next to him, Cheng Fengzong is rare and generous, and they immediately swept away their magical artifacts without hesitation.

"Senior Brother Zhou." The corner of Duan Hengdao's mouth twitched, "Well, can you be gentle? We don't want blood on our bodies either."

Completely disregarding their life and death.

Zhou Xingyun: "Oh."

Duan Hengdao: "..." Seriously suspecting that the other party is perfunctory.

It wasn't the first day he knew Zhou Xingyun. Strictly speaking, Zhou Xingyun really didn't have any righteousness at all. He only cared about the people he cared about, and he was a little indifferent to himself.

"Then can you block the sword for a while?" Shen Zi put on a mask of pain, their senior brother didn't care about their life or death, left them behind, took the Qingfeng sword and took the lead to kill at the front, they could only hide behind Zhou Xingyun.

Zhou Xingyun also didn't have the slightest affection for the sect, and with a little luck, he disappeared faster than anyone else.

"No." Zhou Xingyun lowered his eyes and said righteously: "This is mine, the sword."

Duan Hengdao looked at Gujing Wubo's eyes, and muttered twice with some embarrassment, "Okay." Jianxiu seemed to have a fancy to the sword.

He took out the defensive magic weapon and the offensive magic weapon from the mustard bag, but he could only bite the bullet.

Seeing that Junzheng was entangled with the spirit of the dagger, and just as Jun was thinking about whether to crush it or take it to Ye Qiao, Zhou Xingyun saw this scene and decisively threw Duanchen over.

The snow-white spirit sword was thrown straight, drawing a sharp and bright arc across the battlefield, "Ah, ah, Zhou Xingyun! I hate you."

There was an unrequited voice in the air.

Ye Qiao raised her head, and the corner of her mouth twitched violently.

What fell?