I saved the whole sect by playing badly

"Xiaoqiao?" Duan Yu was even more stunned, it's fine if Song Han's voice came out, why is there still?

Ye Qiao grinned, looked at these demon kings coldly, estimated the combat strength of both sides, and then came to a short conclusion that there was nothing to be afraid of.At least it can't be compared with the one that the master threw to her to vent.

——Another personal biography.

This was the demon king's first thought.

He himself held a somewhat contemptuous attitude towards the personal transmission, until Song Hansheng taught him how to behave with a few talismans and formations, and the demon king finally no longer dared to despise him.

Three hurricanes swept across, with Ye Qiao as the center, all the monsters approaching were smashed, the sword tip side, stepping on the breeze to approach, the refraction of the flying fairy sword was so fast that even the elders couldn't catch the speed of her sword in an instant.

"Young Ye Qiao, what is the name of this sword?" Asked the elder of Jianzong's eyes suddenly lit up, he had never seen Ye Qiao use it before.

"That's the fifth form of Qingfeng Jue." Duan Yu has never seen Ye Qiao use it, he only knows Ye Qiao's first four forms.

Duan Yu's expression was gloomy. Seeing her flowing sword style, his tense heart relaxed, and the place of inheritance was indeed not in vain.

No matter whether you get the inheritance or not, at least you can learn the first five styles.

The two handed down one before the other, the talisman and the shadow of the sword intertwined, Ye Qiao cut off the limbs of the demon king with a sword, and Song Hansheng was responsible for covering and saving the disciples of the inner sect.

It drove him completely mad.

Despicable human beings.

The demon king roared and opened his big mouth to reveal densely packed serrated teeth. He said coldly, "Kill them both! Dig out their spiritual roots!"

The corner of Ye Qiao's lips twitched, her wrist moved, and the sword style changed to "I don't see you".Sixth type.

Ode to a sword and a breeze.

The first six moves of the Qingfeng Jue were mastered in her hands. The black stick was transformed into a short sword, and the demon king put on a defensive state. After a few moves of close combat with the short sword, she tried it out. The inheritance of the foresight system allowed her to easily capture the weakness of the demon king.

The light blue talisman flew out of Song Hansheng's hand and firmly nailed to the demon king's limbs, helping her control it for two seconds.

This brief stagnation was enough for Ye Qiao to make a move. The short sword in her hand turned into a long sword. She broke the wind with a sword, turned her body sideways, and the spiritual energy flowed into the sword art, splitting the demon king from the middle.

Accompanied by a demon king crashing to the ground.The whole process was so fast that the naked eye couldn't catch it, Song Han's eyes widened, "Did you chop it?"

"Why?" Ye Qiao glanced at him, and grinned: "Not only did I chop it, but I also tore it in the place of inheritance."

She had already given the demon king a lot of face by splitting it with a sword.

Song Hansheng: "..."

The two of them chatted as if no one was around, and their movements were unambiguous.

Fuxiu was able to fight and defend, Ye Qiao confronted the demon king alone, and Song Hansheng was in charge of covering. It was at this moment that the two elders realized that there were always fights and rowdies in that competition, and teenage children also I can stand on my own.

"Leave the monster to you, elder." Ye Qiao made a wrong step, "Leave the monster king to us."

Song Hansheng looked at the number, and said calmly, "It's only seven. Elder, leave it to us."

The two elders couldn't laugh or cry. They were imprisoned purely to cover the evacuation of most of the disciples. The two personal transmissions were just in time.

As a result, neither of the two talisman cultivators chose to cover the disciple's retreat. One drew his sword and the other pinched the talisman, preparing to beat the demon king violently.

Ye Qiao kicked one of the forms, which is the weakness of the Scorpion Demon King, and she kicked into the killing formation set up by Song Hansheng under the force of her body. The moment the formation touched the monster beast, it opened, and the only sound outside the formation was a horrifying sound. call sound.

Ye Qiao's eyes lit up: "Song Hansheng, listen up next time, I'll kick, and you form an array. Try to get rid of them all in one go."

Song Hansheng also got a new way of hunting. He learned the killing formation. The ancestor of Yueqingzong also taught the main attacking formation. The inheritance given by the ancestor is all cross-level. If she failed to hit her with one blow, Ye Qiao would find a weak point and kick her out in the next second.

Poured into the killing array, none of the demon kings who went in came out healthy.

The duo is brutal.

The inner disciples who were worried about them were worried for a long time and found that they were worried for nothing. These two people didn't know what to be afraid of. When they cooperated, the demon king was either chopped or bombed by talismans.

Someone couldn't help murmuring: "The personal biography of our five sects..."

"Really, it's so handsome."

Especially when Ye Qiao and Song Hansheng stood in front of them with a sword and a talisman.

In the world of comprehension, not only monks have complaints about the personal transmission, but there are also more or less inner sects. It is obvious that the disciples of a sect enjoy the best resources, and their mentality is inevitably unbalanced.

"It's their reason to be able to do personal biography."

At least they don't have such strength, and they will definitely not be able to stand in front of everyone without hesitation like the two of them.

With every movement and silence, Song Hansheng used the formation to change positions so that the monsters couldn't get close, Ye Qiao's speed was also incomprehensible, and the remaining seven monster kings were all wiped out.

The two useless elders looked at each other and were responsible for cleaning up the dormant monsters around them.

After the dust settled, the duo who played well together did not realize that they were gradually surrounded by inner disciples.

"Ye Qiao! Song Hansheng! You two will cry to death."

"Song Hansheng woohoo, I didn't expect you to be a good person." They didn't expect Song Hansheng to have such a strong sense of honor in the sect.

"Ye Qiao!" An inner doorman danced excitedly, "You look handsome today."

Ye Qiao subconsciously said a few words modestly, "Average, the third in the world."

Song Hansheng, who was standing with her, felt suffocated for a long time. Does this person not know how to write the word modest?

In the next second, a disciple's question made him even more suffocated.