I saved the whole sect by playing badly

Lve Ying's sword is mainly about speed and assassination. Although it is famous for killing just like Bu Jianjun, it is essentially cowardly and cheap. It also likes to pretend to be dead. Under normal circumstances, it is not its turn to exert its power.

But compared to the other three gentler female sword spirits, it and Bujianjun are the swords most suitable for killing people.

After the two sword spirits were stunned for a moment, they clearly realized the sword master's need, which was not to control the situation or save people, but to kill all the demons present.

"Understood." They responded at the same time.

"Leave it to us."

Such an important place as the sect-protecting formation must be guarded by demonic cultivators, but the demonic cultivators all hid after noticing Ye Qiao's figure.

After Ye Qiao gave a clear order, the two swords began to search for nearby demon cultivators.

Seeing the light purple spirit sword, the demon cultivator was stunned.

What is this?

He didn't know much about Ye Qiao's sword spirit. He only knew that Ye Qiao had several sword spirits, but she usually couldn't see Jun and Fei coming out.

Why the hell are you here again? ! !

Black shadows and light purple sword shadows entwined, two killing swords were unsheathed, one on the left and one on the right. The former Changming Sect was reduced to a slaughterhouse. The splashing blood merged into the swords, and the smell of blood filled the air, stimulating Bu Jianjun's killing attribute. The hidden demon cultivators were caught one by one by Bu Jianjun. He was very familiar with the scent of the demon cultivators and could find people by looking for the smell.

The demon cultivator who was found only had time to open his eyes wide, and the dark sword light flashed across his head and landed neatly on the ground.

The demon cultivators realized that hiding was useless.

No, they can actually deal with another sword spirit.

The Glimpse Sword doesn't look so uncertain.

They knew Bu Jianjun and had seen its lethality, but this was the first time they saw this light purple sword.

Several demon cultivators went straight to the sword-form Lian Ying, trying to get rid of it, or use it to threaten Bu Jianjun. As long as the spiritual sword is broken, unless someone recasts the sword, it will be completely useless.

"Can't catch it." The remaining demon cultivators stood back to back, "It's too fast."

The light purple sword energy exudes a dangerous and mysterious aura, as if the tightened string may break and cut the person's throat at any time. Compared with Bu Jianjun who is full of killing intent, this glimpse gives people an equally bad feeling.

The demon cultivator was about to test whether he could catch Lve Ying. Just when his fingertips were about to touch, the sword disappeared from his eyes in the next second. When it reappeared, his vision went dark and his chest was pierced by the shadow of the sword.

None of the demon cultivators who wanted to take action were able to take a single move from Lian Ying Sword.

If Bu Jian Jun can still let them struggle for a few seconds, the Lian Ying Sword will be dead in one move after unsheathing it.

What is this called?This is called an instant! !

Bu Jianjun waved his hand, and the sword shadows brutally cut open the demon cultivator's corpse. Compared to Lian Ying's neat and clean approach, he actually preferred to kill. Attacks were in groups, but there were always fish that slipped through the net. Even with his high level, he couldn't kill him all at once. Can kill.

And Lian Ying was responsible for the last hit.

Ye Qiao observed the different characteristics of the two sword spirits and analyzed: "Bujianjun is a group damage, and Lianying is a single target, right?"

If this sword spirit transformed, it would be a walking dueling artifact.

The two spirit swords took action, and the one-sided massacre lasted for a full half day. When the swords were sheathed, the whole formation was surrounded by corpses of demon cultivators, some of which were ruthlessly dismembered by Bu Jianjun. Should I say it or not? Perverted.

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The Changming Sect was filled with a strong smell of blood and deathly silence, making it impossible for them to tell which one was the blood of their companions. Perhaps they were all blood stains left by the sect's companions. The timid ones were trembling all over and could not say a word.

Completely confused.

"Hi?" Ye Qiao swept her consciousness and quickly discovered numerous hidden inner and outer doors. She gently patted one of them on the shoulder.

As soon as he uttered a word, the disciple's face was full of horror, thinking that he had been caught by the demons. He turned around and was so frightened that he almost knelt down and kowtowed frantically to Ye Qiao.

Ye Qiao: "..."

Not really, really not.

"Calm down." Ye Qiao quickly held down his sword-drawing hand, "It's me."

"Who are you?" The young man seemed to be frightened and reacted for a long time, "Ye Qiao——"

His eyes instantly filled with tears. As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed towards a strong man to cry. Ye Qiao turned sideways to avoid his loving hug and asked, "Where are the others?"

The other party stopped quickly. He tried his best to open his eyes wide. He was already a little frightened and could not speak coherently. He did not recover for a long time and said truthfully: "I, I don't know."

There are several hills in the Changming Sect, and each hilltop has a different residence for the senior uncles and elders. "I only know that the elders probably want to organize us to gather together. They announced the gathering location not long ago."

"Where is the meeting point?"

He looked at the jade slip and said cautiously, "In Yuming Mountain."

They are all new disciples, only in the Qi refining stage, and have never experienced anything like this. They are all running around like headless flies. If they are lucky, they can still hide when they encounter an elder. If they are not lucky, they will be attacked by demons. Caught and killed on the spot.

Seeing that Ye Qiao had finished asking the question, the young man grabbed her sleeve eagerly, "Ye Qiao, where are the other direct descendants of you?"

Ye Qiao paused slightly and said truthfully, "They are not here."

The sword cultivator is not present, Mingxuan and the others are guarding the entrance to the Yunyan Secret Realm.

She was the only one who came.

"That's it." He was not picky, "Then can I follow you?"

Ye Qiao thought for a moment, "You go to Junior Master's yard and hide there. It's much safer there than following me." To be honest, it was really a high-risk environment around her.

Considering Xie Chuxue's cautious character, his courtyard must have a defensive formation.

After hurriedly arranging the whereabouts of several disciples, Ye Qiao called the tower spirit out alone, handed the palm-sized elf to the disciple, pointed at the disciple who was with him in the back mountain not far away, and saw that it was Ye Qiao. , other disciples also walked out rustlingly.

Ye Qiao took a cursory glance and twitched the corner of his mouth. There were actually a dozen disciples hiding in the back mountain.

At least you are playing hide-and-seek to find a hidden formation. The mountain behind the hiding place is simply a walking target.

The key point is that they all looked at Ye Qiao with innocent and clear eyes, full of sparkle, "Ye Qiao~~ We worship the Changming Sect for you."

But apparently, a group of people encountered such misfortune before they could even meet their idol.

Ye Qiao was seen by them as having a rare sense of responsibility as a senior sister. She raised her fingers slightly, flicked the tower spirit awake, and warned, "Take this little thing with you, and hide in the tower if the situation goes wrong."

By the way, Ye Qiao looked at the dazed tower spirit who had just woken up, and gave it the first order, "After sending them to Xie Chuxue Courtyard, you don't have to come back."

Ta Ling was so frightened that she fell asleep and ran away. She flapped her wings and panicked, "Ah? You don't want me anymore? Why?"

It was shocked, unbelievable, and almost cried: "I don't even think you are poor. Since I followed you, I drink northwest wind all day long, and occasionally drink tornado for a different taste. You don't want me anymore?"