There are countless geniuses in the world of cultivation, but only my junior sister Sha Diao

Gu Xia also noticed the strangeness coming from the disciple's side. She clicked her tongue but didn't say anything. She simply withdrew her heavy pressure and slammed her fist down hard.

Qu Yimian's eyelids twitched, and she subconsciously dodged to the side, but she didn't expect that the woman would be so uncivilized and kick her right in the abdomen.

"Well!"

The two separated by a distance, one in front and one behind.

The protective pearl stood in front of Qu Yimian, its golden light making her face appear even whiter and more translucent, clearly indicating that the kick she had just received was quite powerful.

She clutched her injured spot, staring intently at Gu Xia. The pain was so intense that she had bitten her lip, drawing blood, but the smell of blood lingered, unable to conceal the shock in her eyes. "What do you mean by that?"

Compared to herself, Gu Xia appeared extremely calm at this moment, as if everything was under her control.

Qu Yimian, disregarding all that, seemed to be trying to suppress the panic in her heart, and said sharply, "What do you mean by saying that each city will have other people to support it?"

who?

Are they disciples of the Five Sects?

Don't joke around. She knows that the five sects had already sent half of their elders and disciples down the mountain to help. They are already short-handed, otherwise the Taiyi Sect wouldn't have gone to the Xuanming Sect to stick together for warmth.

Therefore, no matter how critical the situation, they would never send out any extra personnel.

Unless they are truly unafraid of their own internal emptiness and leave no way out for the sect.

But if that's not the case, then who would do such a thankless task, especially considering how many people would be needed to manage so many cities?

Gu Xia hadn't even considered these things before she dared to speak so carelessly.

Although that's what she thought in her heart, a trace of panic still flashed across Qu Yimian's face, which was hard to ignore. After all, Gu Xia's actions could not be deduced from common sense.

Looking at the other person's confident expression, she couldn't help but fall into conspiracy theories, wondering if there was something wrong with what she had guessed.

Gu Xia did not answer. She gripped the sword with her fingertips and spun it around, unleashing several sword beams that slashed down fiercely. However, the sword spirit protecting its master blocked them all. The last sword was even deflected, but fortunately, she quickly turned her head to the side, and the sharp sword energy grazed her cheek, only severing a few strands of hair.

"Hey, that's interesting." She not only dodged the situation, but even had the leisure to make a comment.

The man stared at her expressionlessly, with Qu Yimian, whose lips were slightly pale, standing behind him.

If you look closely, you can see that her shoulders are trembling slightly; it's hard to tell whether it's from pain or from being upset by her.

Gu Xia laughed.

In this scene, the spirit on the other side really looked like a mother hen protecting her chicks, guarding Qu Yimian's side without leaving her side for a moment.

They were on high alert.

"Gu Xia!" Seeing that she was being ignored like this, Qu Yimian's expression changed, and anger flickered on her beautiful face. She pushed aside the spirit blocking her way and looked at her angrily, "Answer me."

It was probably because everything went wrong after she met Gu Xia that she was forced to summon the group of ghost cultivators who were hiding in the shadows ahead of time. Qu Yimian originally thought she had the victory in her grasp, but now she suddenly felt a little shaken.

Her mind was slightly confused, and she couldn't help but try to find out from those complicated memories whether there was anything she had overlooked.

If anyone else had said those words, she might not have reacted so strongly, but Gu Xia was different.

There are just too many uncertainties surrounding her.

Gu Xia gripped the sword in her hand, amused by the other party's righteous question, "Do you think I'm your dog?"

"You want me to answer you, right? Fine." Her eyes turned cold, and a chilling sword intent emanated from her, unleashing a terrifying killing intent.

Qu Yimian was startled and took two steps back. Her previous toughness vanished, and she hid behind the protective pearl once again.

*

"Get out of my way!"

Having escaped his previous humiliating situation, the Floating Life Sword was now at its most intense in terms of killing intent. The young man materialized, his pure black eyes gleaming with cold light.

He punched the spirit opposite him, and in the instant the punch was blocked, several sword lights came from all directions. The Annihilation Sword approached silently from behind, and a hint of ferocity appeared on his usually nonchalant and delicate face.

The two sword spirits, lacking any tacit understanding and driven only by personal grudges, simultaneously attacked the weapon spirit formed from the protective orb, forcing the other to go all out.

I've already said, we're all spirits, so who's more noble than whom?

This completely exposed Qu Yimian, who had been hiding in the back.

Forced to retaliate, Gu Xia drew her sword to block the attack that was right in front of her. Yue Ming's earlier warning was not an exaggeration. Gu Xia glanced at her and easily recognized the strangeness in her swordsmanship.

It was undoubtedly a very exquisite sword technique, unpredictable and omnipresent. Combined with the demonic energy emanating from her body, it was indeed very easy for people to defend against it.

This directly elevated Qu Yimian's swordsmanship to a whole new level.

However, Gu Xia was no stranger to this type of attack. After the previous test, both sides had a good understanding of each other's strength when they fought again, and they exchanged dozens of moves in a short time.

She casually blocked a sword aura aimed at her face, already having some idea of ​​what to do. As the saying goes, the layman sees the spectacle, while the expert sees the details. Yue Ming had already been able to tell that the opponent's swordsmanship came from the Demon Clan.

Gu Xia naturally didn't overlook this point either.

Although the attacks were unpredictable and difficult to defend against, it didn't matter. She had a good memory and quickly memorized the patterns, making accurate predictions about the opponent's next move.

"bass--"

The swords clashed, producing a crisp, cold sound. Gu Xia tilted her head to the side to dodge, and the scattered sword light momentarily disrupted Qu Yimian's movements. Her eyes widened slightly, and the next second she sensed a deadly killing intent.

"help me……"

She hesitated for a moment before she could finish speaking, because she saw that the protective orb was now entangled by the two sword spirits and could not break free, and could even be said to be slightly at a disadvantage.

"Depend on!"

As he turned around, Fusheng Sword flexed his wrist and couldn't help but curse, "What kind of turtle shell is this? How can it be so hard?"

Annihilation Sword agreed, "You're right."

Although the spirit was badly beaten by the two of them, neither of them fared much better; their absolute defensive advantage made them grimace in pain.

Clearly, "turtle shell" wasn't a good description. The man's expressionless face cracked for a moment, but the contractor's demands were paramount. Hearing Qu Yimian's cry for help, he instinctively wanted to help.

However, the two sword spirits, who suddenly acted in perfect unison, pressed him down from the left and right at the same time, leaving him no chance to break free.

Seeing this, Qu Yimian gritted her teeth and subconsciously shook her wrist.

The green silk wrapped around her arm sensed her intention and moved slightly, intending to help the protective orb deal with the two artifact spirits.

However, the next second, another sword light suddenly arrived, stopping its movement in time.

"???"

Gu Xia glanced in that direction briefly. The Flowing Wind Sword was incredibly fast; even before the person appeared, its sword energy was already sharp and unstoppable.

Speaking of which, this was the first time she had seen the sword spirit in human form. It must have been because of the stimulation from her self-destruction that the Flowing Wind Sword was able to successfully take human form.

However, Gu Xia hadn't had time to notice it.

Looking up now, oh my god?

He seems to be a very shy young sword spirit.

Red lips and white teeth, delicate and refined features.

Gu Xia felt a sense of elation for a moment, but before she could even enjoy that feeling for a few seconds, she saw the other person raise their hand and deliver a powerful whip kick, stomping the blue ribbon under their feet.

Yeah, I even rolled it a couple more times.

Seemingly noticing her gaze, Liu Fengjian raised his eyes, his expressionless face fading, and his droopy dog-like eyes curved slightly as he gave her a slightly shy smile.

Gu Xia: "..."

No, you've already trampled and rubbed other magical artifacts under your feet, so what are you still shy about?

He looks honest and unassuming, but when it comes to actually fighting, he's even more straightforward and brutal than the other two.

Haha, just as I expected.

She knew she couldn't possibly have such a shy sword spirit.

Looking at the other two sword spirits still relentlessly bombarding the tortoise shell... it was even more unbearable to watch.

There isn't a single normal male sword spirit; girls are definitely better.

Perhaps learning from the previous losses suffered by the two, this time Qingling was trampled underfoot before she could even make a move. For a sentient spirit artifact, this was an immense humiliation.

A pale blue light flashed, and it nimbly attacked the Flowing Wind Sword like a snake. Its natural restraint on sword spirits fueled its rage.

We must teach this arrogant fool a lesson.

Gu Xia snapped her fingers, and two chirping sounds were heard. Xiao Jiu, who was restless, put its furry paw pads on the ground without making a sound.

Qingling: "..."

Damn it, they're coming again?

Burning it once isn't enough, is it?

……