The faces of the three were shocked.
Just now they didn't have time to see how Ye Qingtang made the move. Even though they had learned from Song Junqiu that Ye Qingtang knew the secrets of drawing a sword, they didn't pay much attention to it.
After all, their strength could stabilize Ye Qingtang, even if she used her sword skills, she would definitely not be able to stop their blows.
But everything in front of them made the three of them a little dazed.
Four people shot, three swords were cut off, only the Frost Sword in Song Junqiu's hand showed signs of breaking.
But at this moment, Song Junqiu's complexion was already astonishingly gloomy. The blood oozing from his tiger's mouth was dyeing the hilt of the Frost Sword red, and under the edge of the Frost Sword he was proud of. On the ground, it was actually broken with a finger-wide gap!
"The Frost Sword is damaged? How is this possible?"
The disciples watching under the arena stared dumbfounded at the strange scene on the arena.
How strange is it that Ye Qingtang severed the weapons of three people with one blow and injured Frost Sword
Everyone's eyes involuntarily fell on the seemingly inconspicuous sharp sword in Ye Qingtang's hand. At this moment, all the disciples realized that on the seemingly ordinary blade, there was something like Like a star, under the scorching sun, there are bright spots of light shining.
"What kind of sword is Ye Qingtang holding? Can it damage the Frost Sword?"
"I haven't seen it..."
Song Junqiu narrowed his eyes slightly. He thought that Ye Qingtang would surely die under the blow of the four of them, but he didn't want to. Instead, he was beaten in the face. He clenched the handle of the Frost Sword tightly, and his eyes fell on Ye Qing On the sharp sword in Tang's hand, he said in a cold voice: "Junior Sister Ye's sword seems to have some background, I don't know what kind of sword it is?"
Ye Qingtang chewed a faint smile, "Blood Fiend Sword."
"Blood Fiend Sword?" Song Junqiu frowned slightly.
He has also heard the name of the Blood Fiend Sword. It is a good sword. The Blood Fiend Sword is very sharp and full of evil spirits. If the sword is head-to-head, the one that breaks must be the bloody sword.
But…
Now, it was his Frost Sword that was cut open!
Song Junqiu faintly felt that the bloody sword in Ye Qingtang's hand was weird. Before, they were too underestimating the enemy. He didn't expect Ye Qingtang to have such a good sword in his hand, but...
Next, they will not give Ye Qingtang another chance.
"Junior Sister Ye's sword is good, but... if you want to win the arena, you can't achieve it with just a good sword." Song Junqiu said coldly, exchanged glances with the other three, and immediately raised his sword to attack Ye Qingtang.
This time, only Song Junqiu made a move, while the other three still stood aside and did not move.
A sneer flashed across Ye Qingtang's eyes. Looking at Song Junqiu who was coming towards him, the smile on her mouth couldn't help but turn a little colder.
All of a sudden, Song Junqiu and Ye Qingtang fought together, and the airflow created by the two of them was like a whirlwind, stirring the surrounding air.
Song Junqiu is now at the first level and third level, and his moves are fierce and powerful. The blood sword in Ye Qingtang's hand in his mind is a bit weird, so he doesn't intend to fight Ye Qingtang with the sword at all, and just close the distance , without giving Ye Qingtang a chance to get rid of it, with luck in his hands, he slammed into Ye Qingtang's face.
Ye Qingtang dodged to avoid Song Junqiu's palm.