On the ring, Ye Qingtang and Ji Xianyuan had already used a hundred moves, and their moves were like thunder.
The originally shattered arena was already crumbling under the constant impact.
Under the interlacing of sword lights, Ye Qingtang and Ji Xianyuan distanced themselves and jumped directly to the corner of the ring.
There were fine beads of sweat all over that delicate little face. Forcibly breaking through the ninth level of innateness in such a short period of time was something that ordinary people would never even dare to think about. Ye Qingtang worked hard. All of this led to today's realm and the strength to fight Ji Xianyuan.
but…
It cannot be delayed any longer.
Ye Qingtang narrowed her eyes slightly.
Not long after she stepped onto the peak of the Ninth Innate Level, in terms of spiritual power, she was definitely not as powerful as Ji Xianyuan. She was able to stand against Ji Xianyuan until now, mostly relying on her combat experience accumulated in her previous life.
If it continues to consume, her spiritual power may not be able to hold on.
Ye Qingtang made a decision in her heart.
At this moment, Ji Xianyuan's breath was already a little unsteady. He was very surprised by Ye Qingtang's strength. If he hadn't fought in person, it would be hard for him to imagine that this fifteen-year-old girl had already stepped into the realm of the ninth rank of congenital!
However, just when Ji Xianyuan was about to make a move, Ye Qingtang made the move first.
Ye Qingtang suddenly leaned over and rushed forward, but to her surprise, her sword was retracted into the shell. She came in a hurry, but her right hand kept pressing on the hilt of the sword, and she did not draw it. the meaning of.
Ji Xianyuan vaguely felt that something was weird, but Ye Qingtang had already attacked, he immediately gave a low drink, all the spiritual energy poured into the sharp sword in his hand in an instant, and a powerful stream swept in, the moment he raised the sword, Like countless whirlwinds gathered on his blade!
Ji Xianyuan's sword slashed straight down, and the strong sword energy shattered the ground around him. In the dust, when Ye Qingtang approached, her figure flashed slightly in front of Ji Xianyuan's eyes. Mo's petite figure seemed to have turned into two double images in an instant, making it impossible to capture her real body at all!
Ji Xianyuan's heart trembled slightly, before he could tell the real from the fake.
But at the moment when he was distracted, Ye Qingtang lunged forward, drew her sword and slashed as fast as she could!
Ji Xianyuan only had time to see a ray of cold light flying out from Ye Qingtang's waist, but when he drew back his sword to fight back, he suddenly discovered...
The sharp sword in his hand fell onto the messy arena at some point. On the hand that was holding the sword, a wound with deep bone visible ran across the back of his hand, and bright red blood flowed down his cheeks. The tiger's mouth, tick-tock landed at his feet.
A sharp pain quietly spread from his chest.
Ji Xianyuan lowered his head subconsciously, but suddenly saw a bloody hole in his chest...
Under the scorching sun, Ye Qingtang's raised sword was covered with blood, and a bead of blood dripped down the tip of the sword and fell in front of her.
In the entire square, there was no sound. In the dead silence, everyone's eyes were fixed on Ye Qingtang's sword.
"Senior Brother Ji, I accept it." Ye Qingtang flicked off the blood on the sword and put the sword back in its case.
Ji Xianyuan raised his hand and brushed the sword wound on his chest, warm blood flowed over his fingers, his eyes were full of surprise, the wound on his body was not deep, but he knew very well that if it wasn't for a match With the speed of Ye Qingtang's sword just now, just a little bit more force would be enough to kill him.