Chapter 401: The Advantages of the Demon Cult Disciples

Chapter 401 Advantages of Demon Cult Disciples

Yang Qiming also didn't expect that Qing Hui from the Five Poison Sect was not only powerful, but also very fast in reaction and speed. When he saw Qing Hui kicking him with both feet, he would probably be defeated if he was kicked in the chest.

Now he didn't care about the teacher's face. He only saw Yang Qiming kicking his legs back six or seven steps, and then poured all his true power into the divine sword, knocking away the ghost-headed demon sword that was still pressed on the divine sword.

Although Qing Hui was shaken away, he counterattacked again from mid-air almost instantly. A ghost-headed demon sword was played with great force in his hand, and black energy surged out from the blade of the ghost-headed demon sword. Every black streak was The energy formed a fierce ghost and evil spirit. There were dozens of fierce ghosts and evil spirits, rotating around Yang Qiming, making sneak attacks from all directions from time to time, which made Yang Qiming a little stretched.

Buddhism cultivates the mind, Taoism cultivates the nature, and magic cultivates the body.

This Qinghui is obviously a disciple of an expert, and has received the guidance of a famous teacher. He knows that at the same level, the physical aspect of the righteous way is far inferior to the holy teachings. Therefore, Qinghui did not fight with Yang Qiming when he first came up, but used thunderous momentum. Melee combat, using your own advantages to crush the opponent's disadvantages.

Although the Lingxiao sect's melee movements are also very mysterious, they are far behind the Nine Palaces and Eight Steps of Cangyun Sect. If Ye Xiaochuan casts the invisible phantom, Qinghui's melee movements are seeking death, but the Lingxiao sect's movements are not their strong point. , Yang Qiming felt that he was being passively beaten everywhere. He tried to defeat the opponent several times, but because his body skills and speed could not keep up, he was forced to panic every time by Qing Hui's sword light.

What troubles Yang Qiming the most is the dozens of ferocious evil spirits released from the Ghost-headed Demonic Sword. Normally, he would not be afraid of these evil spirits based on his own behavior, but now his cultivation level is different from his own. The Qinghui brothers fought against each other, and the purpose of these dozens of evil spirits became apparent. They harassed them from the side from time to time. Although Yang Qiming killed seven or eight of them with the fairy sword, the other evil spirits had long been controlled by the Qinghui. There was no fear at all, and they still rushed from the side from time to time.

This is the reason why every time the demon sect is surrounded and suppressed by the righteous way, it can quickly recover its vitality after being seriously injured.

They practice without morals or humanity, and there is no so-called right or wrong. As long as they can improve their cultivation and increase their combat effectiveness, they can sacrifice Yin spirits, absorb souls, and even kill people and suck blood without any scruples. Things they often do.

The Five Poison Sect has risen rapidly in just a few hundred years. Originally, the Five Poison Sect was strong enough to become one of the six major sects of the Demon Sect. However, it encountered strong opposition from the Yinling Sect and the Blood Soul Sect of the Ghost Sect. Objection is pending. Judging from current trends, it is only a matter of time before the Five Poison Sect replaces Gui Xuan Sect and becomes one of the six major sects of the Demon Sect.

However, it is impossible for Qinghui to easily defeat Yang Qiming. Although he has the advantage, Yang Qiming is not a vegetarian. No matter how violently Qinghui attacks, he cannot break through Yang Qiming's defensive sword circle. It is difficult for both sides to determine the winner for a while. .

When the disciples from the Demon Sect saw that Qinghui had the upper hand, almost everyone went crazy. They shook their heads, raised their arms, and shouted loudly to cheer. Some vulgar men would also mix in some vulgar words with their cheers. Listen. All the gentlemen on the right side frowned.

Seeing the arrogance of the demon sect disciples, the righteous disciples couldn't bear it anymore. Under the leadership of several loud-voiced female disciples, the righteous disciples united as one, and their momentum gradually overshadowed the demon sect disciples on the opposite side.

Ye Xiaochuan is smiling from ear to ear now. He doesn't care about whether Zhengdao will lose this competition. He is more concerned about the money.

Zhengdao bet six thousand taels, and Yang Qiming, who bought them all, won. The Demon Sect bet about three thousand taels, all of which were Qing Hui Ying. Although Ye Xiaochuan's Taoism is not too high, he has practiced two volumes of the classic book after all. His vision is quite vicious. Before the competition, he could tell at a glance that Qing Hui had a higher chance of winning this match.

As long as Qing Hui wins, he will make three thousand taels. According to the prior agreement, Baili Yuan will hold 10% of the shares, Xiaochi will take 10%, Yang Quanyong and his friends will take 40%, and he will take 40%. That's one thousand two hundred taels of snowflake silver. This money can be earned too quickly.

But if he blatantly cheered for Qinghui now, he would definitely be beaten to death by the righteous knights and fairies next to him, so while Ye Xiaochuan shouted Yang Qiming's cheers, he secretly rejoiced that he had made a fortune.

Except for Xiaochi, there are no fools among these shareholders. Seeing Bailiyuan happily cheering for Yang Qiming, you can tell that this guy has the same thoughts as Ye Xiaochuan. He cheers for Yang Qiming on the surface, but when he sees Yang Qiming being suppressed by Qinghui He could hardly lift his sword to fight back, and his heart was already filled with joy.

While waving to cheer him up, he also complained about why Ye Xiaochuan wanted to accept the bet from the Demon Cult. If he didn't accept it, he could have taken all the 6,000 taels from the Righteous Path, but now he lost half of it.

Ye Xiaochuan was too lazy to deal with this greedy, black-hearted, big-breasted and brainless woman, nor was he bothered to deal with the little fox demon who was jumping around and cheering for Qinghui like an idiot. As a result, he was met with angry rolls of eyes by countless righteous gentlemen next to him. He felt that this The two women have gone crazy.

It had only been half an hour since the first battle in Arena No. 4 had already ended. The two unlucky Xuantian Sect disciples were doing hundreds of moves on the arena. They thought it was boring, so the junior disciple was reluctant to do so. Yuan abandoned his sword and surrendered, and was despised by countless people. Among them, the Demon Sect was the most despised, and they all raised their middle fingers towards the No. 4 ring.

It is not uncommon for the same disciples to meet on the stage. In order to preserve their strength, the unlucky disciple with lower cultivation usually admits defeat, allowing the stronger brothers and sisters to advance. This is a routine.

The No. 4 stage was the first to end, which was like a good start. The No. 5 stage next door suddenly became bright, attracting Ye Xiaochuan's attention from afar.

In the air above the No. 5 stage, a man and a woman were using fairy swords and magic weapons. They fought fiercely in the air. The gorgeous sword energy was like fireworks blooming in the air, which was very beautiful and moving. Then the not-so-beautiful fairy was defeated, and then squatted on the stage and covered her face and cried.

On the No. 8 stage, Yang Qiming couldn't hold on any longer. Close combat was not his strong point. The hateful demon sect monster refused to fight with him, and kept waving the ghost head demon knife to cut his vitals. And those hateful evil spirits were really annoying like flies.

The black air on the ring was getting heavier and heavier, and the glow of the fairy sword in Yang Qiming's hand was gradually suppressed by the black air. He knew that if he continued like this, he would definitely lose, so he gritted his teeth and watched Qing Hui's sword light flash again. He risked being cut and stood up from the ground.