The wind of Song Junqiu's palm directly skipped Ye Qingtang and hit the edge of the ring.
There was a loud bang, and the incomparably hard arena was shattered by Song Junqiu's palm, countless dust was blown up with the wind.
If Song Junqiu's palm fell on Ye Qingtang, his internal organs and bones would be smashed to pieces.
Song Junqiu kept fighting with Ye Qingtang, but the eyes of the three disciples standing in three directions showed a gloomy look. The three of them were concentrating on their luck, and waves of aura spread from their bodies Come on, in mid-air, condensed and blurred into the shape of three giant dragons!
In an instant, the three of them made a move at the same time, and three huge dragons fell from the sky and smashed straight into the center of the ring.
The corners of Song Junqiu's eyes glanced over the three fast-flying dragon shadows, a sneer sneered at the corner of his mouth, and he withdrew and left instantly.
"Junior Sister Ye, you have to go now..." Song Junqiu sneered, and the moment the three phantom dragons blasted towards Ye Qingtang, the figure had landed a few steps away.
There was a loud booming sound suddenly, and the entire arena was smashed to pieces under the huge impact force. Cobweb-like cracks spread all over the entire arena in an instant. Among the dust, the sound of dragons chanted one after another, and the lotus mist lingered, blocking out of everyone's sight.
"Phantom Dragon Qi? Song Junqiu and the others are crazy?!" Under the roar, the disciples watching the battle around were really startled by the three phantom dragons.
This is one of the inner martial arts of the Xuanling Sect, and it is extremely lethal. No one thought that Song Junqiu and the others would use this technique on Ye Qingtang.
"How much does Song Junqiu want Ye Qingtang to be smashed to pieces?"
Amidst the dust, Song Junqiu's eyes shone with a vicious cold light, and the three disciples had already jumped to his side, and the four of them worked hand in hand, looking at the surging dust and mist in front of them.
"Senior Brother Song, Ye Qingtang is really dead this time." A disciple said with a smile.
Song Junqiu said: "Since she chose it herself, she can't blame others. The winner has been decided, we can go back."
The three disciples nodded slightly. Ye Qingtang, who was at the first level of the first level, could not resist the joint attack of the three first-level and second-level disciples. They were sure that Ye Qingtang would die, and they were ready to follow Song Junqiu immediately. Get off the ring.
When they reached the edge of the ring, the three disciples saw Nishang who was standing there in a daze, with a face that was about to cry.
"Little beauty... Your lady is probably dead right now. Why do you say you are doing this? If you obediently obeyed us back then, you wouldn't have hurt her like this. Now that she is dead, I'm afraid no one will come to see you again." I can protect you, you can wait for us." The three disciples smiled viciously, and their tone was extremely arrogant.
One of them even bent down, ready to reach out to touch Nishang's small face.
Feiying hurriedly put the neon clothes behind her.
But the moment the disciple stretched out his hand, a cold light suddenly flew out from the dust, the cold light flickered, and a scream burst out directly from the frivolous disciple's mouth!
The Blood Fiend Sword, shining with the light of the stars, was inserted upright on the edge of the ring, and the sword was covered with blood.
The hand that wanted to tease Nishang fell to the bottom of the ring with a thud, and a large amount of blood spurted out from the disciple's severed arm in an instant!
"my hand!!"
"Those who want to touch me? You are afraid that you will die." A slightly cold voice suddenly sounded from the middle of the ring.