Ye Qingtang's eyes narrowed slightly, and a wicked smile curled up on the corner of her mouth. Her gaze swept across the four people standing in all directions. She quietly grasped the hilt of the bloody sword with her right hand, but did not draw it. move.
Song Junqiu saw that Ye Qingtang did not draw his sword, and immediately smiled and said: "I have heard that Junior Sister Ye used the move of drawing a sword with one blow in the inner sect examination to win with one blow. Today I want to see it with my own eyes. Junior Sister Ye's sword is gone."
What is required for the sword-drawing style is extreme speed, with all the strength of the whole body, crowning the moment of drawing the sword, and all the profound meanings are above the point when the sword is unsheathed.
On that day, Ye Qingtang broke Ji Xianyuan's defense with this move.
but…
There was a hint of sarcasm in Song Junqiu's eyes.
The sword in his hand is not an ordinary sword. The iron of the cold pool is extremely tough, and it can't be cut by an ordinary weapon. Even if Ye Qingtang has such a trick to draw the sword, it is impossible to break his sword. Frost Sword!
At that moment, the four of Song Junqiu exchanged glances with each other, and almost at the same time, the four of them made a move directly, and the four sharp swords showed their sharpness, hitting Ye Qingtang who was standing in the middle!
But the moment Song Junqiu and the others made their move, Ye Qingtang was uncharacteristically closed her eyes and lowered her head slightly.
"What is she doing?" The disciples under the ring were startled when they saw Ye Qingtang's actions.
In the face of four people making moves at the same time, she did not hide or evade, and even showed such an indifferent attitude, isn't she looking for a dead end!
Nishang and Feiying were also taken aback by Ye Qingtang's move. Seeing the four sharp swords hanging above Ye Qingtang's head, their hearts instantly rose to their throats.
"Miss! Be careful!"
At the moment Nishang screamed in horror, Ye Qingtang's eyes suddenly opened, and her petite figure trembled slightly in the eyes of everyone, causing Ruo to turn into countless phantoms intertwined together.
A cold light flashed across her waist, turning into a whirlwind and sweeping around!
In an instant, several crisp sounds suddenly appeared!
Song Junqiu and the others couldn't see Ye Qingtang's movements clearly at all. They only felt a sharp pain in the tiger's mouth holding the sword, and they subconsciously pulled away temporarily.
There were a few crisp clangs, and then it sounded.
I saw...
On the huge arena, three severed sword blades suddenly fell down!
"What's going on?" The three disciples other than Song Junqiu were slightly startled. Only now did they notice that the sharp sword they were holding was cut off at the waist, and the tip of the sword fell on Ye Qingtang's feet. side.
How can it be!
Although the swords of the three of them were not as good as the Frost Sword in Song Junqiu's hands, none of them had less than 10,000 Xuanming points in terms of their value.
It is obviously a hard-won sword, but how could it be cut off directly!
Ye Qingtang was in the middle of the independent arena. At this moment, on that delicate little face, she suddenly raised a wild and wicked smile. She raised her chin slightly, and her eyes were broken from the broken hands of the three disciples. Sweeping over the sword, the corner of his eyes glanced at the three broken swords at his feet, and said with a chuckle: "Brothers' swords, don't they seem to be very good?"
The faces of the three disciples darkened, and they wanted to step forward subconsciously, but with this movement, they realized that there were bursts of stinging pain coming from their tiger's mouth. Looking down, they realized...
The tiger's mouth where they held the sword had been shattered, and a large amount of blood was dripping down their feet along the hilt.
how so