Song Junqiu and the others were startled, and subconsciously turned their heads to look.
They saw a black shadow flying out of the falling dust suddenly, the speed was so fast that they couldn't react at all.
The black shadow was like a ghost, and accompanied by a flash of cold light, it rushed directly to the side of the three disciples.
Before the three of them had time to see each other's appearance clearly, a tingling pain came from their throats in an instant.
They wiped it subconsciously, and immediately felt a touch of warm liquid with their fingertips!
Before they came back to their senses, scarlet blood splashed out from the wound in their throats, like a rain of blood, splashing all around!
All of this happened in the blink of an eye, and the ring was completely silent in an instant.
A small white hand quietly pulled out the bloody sword stuck on the edge of the ring. Under the splash of blood, Ye Qingtang's evil smiling face came into everyone's sight.
There were three muffled sounds, and the three disciples who had their throats wiped fell to the ground suddenly. Their hands were tightly covering the wounds on their necks, but they couldn't stop the gushing blood.
Ye Qingtang's smiling gaze swept over the three beasts, and when her gaze skipped over the neon clothes and Feiying under the stage, a smile could not help but flash across her eyes.
"Why are you crying? Didn't I die?" Ye Qingtang looked at the tear-stained neon clothes, and threw a handkerchief over, "Wipe away the tears, let's see how these three die."
Nishang caught the handkerchief in a panic, opened her eyes wide, and looked at Ye Qingtang's figure standing on the ring with surprise and joy in her eyes.
Miss is fine!
Miss is really fine!
Ye Qingtang turned her head and looked at Song Junqiu, the only one among the four who was still standing on the ring.
At this moment, Song Junqiu's face was already splattered with blood, under the blood, in those sinister eyes, there was only a touch of shock left at this moment.
"You... why didn't you die?!" Song Junqiu looked at Ye Qingtang in disbelief. He couldn't believe that Ye Qingtang was still unscathed under three blows of Phantom Dragon Qi!
"Dead?" Ye Qingtang raised her eyebrows slightly, and the smile on the corner of her mouth deepened, "How can three people of the first level and second level hurt me?"
"What do you mean?" Song Junqiu suddenly felt uneasy.
Just three first-tier heavens and second-order
How could Ye Qingtang say this
She herself is obviously only the first level of the first level!
Ye Qingtang didn't respond to Song Junqiu's words, but just lowered her head to wipe off the blood on the bloody sword, without even raising her eyelids, she said calmly: "I planned to play with you for a while, but you are looking for death, dare to touch me People, I'm afraid I don't have such a good temper, so I will allow you to live longer."
Song Junqiu was startled.
The moment Ye Qingtang's words fell to the ground, she struck out suddenly. At this moment, her attacking method completely changed. On top of the Blood Fiend Sword, a layer of crimson sword energy was already covered!
But in an instant, the offensive and defensive momentum reversed, and Song Junqiu raised his sword in a panic, trying to block Ye Qingtang's attack.
The sound of the two swords colliding suddenly resounded, and under the clang, sparks flew everywhere. Ye Qingtang's face showed no trace of nervousness, only a smile bloomed at the corner of her mouth. Sweating profusely, the arm holding the sword was numb from the shock.