Deacon Song stared at the breathless Song Junqiu in disbelief. He suddenly raised his head and met Ye Qingtang's smiling eyes.
"you!"
Ye Qingtang smiled slightly, and pulled out the dagger that had been nailed into Song Junqiu's heart. Blood gushed out and splashed all over her face, but she was still full of smiles.
"Deacon Song, the rules of life and death are set by the suzerain. I haven't violated any of them, have I?"
Deacon Song's expression became rather ugly. As far as the rules are concerned, Ye Qingtang did not violate the sect's rules. Even if she took Song Junqiu's life in front of her, it was within the scope of the rules. However, if he used this to make trouble, on the contrary, he himself broke the rules.
Ye Qingtang's eyes swept across Deacon Song's face, and the corners of her mouth raised slightly, she pulled out the bloody sword stuck in Song Junqiu's shoulder, and after wiping off the blood on the sword and dagger, she jumped off the ring.
Song Junqiu couldn't stay, not to mention the grievances between the two, even if she really cared about Deacon Song's face and let Song Junqiu go, with Song Junqiu's temperament, she would never let it go, and would still borrow This incident instigated Deacon Song to stand up for him.
Anyway, this hatred has already been forged.
There is a saying that it is better to act first, and Ye Qingtang will not leave any trouble later.
In the battle of life and death, only four lifeless corpses remained, lying in a pool of blood.
The disciples watching around were dumbfounded. They never dreamed that today's battle would end like this. Song Junqiu and the four of them attacked together, but they couldn't stop Ye Qingtang alone. Now it's his last breath.
At this moment, the way everyone looked at Ye Qingtang changed completely.
Song Junqiu who can crush the third level of the first level, Ye Qingtang's strength must have stepped into the realm of the second level...
She has only been in the inner sect for a month...
What is the background of this girl
Isn't it rumored that she is just a red spirit root
How can there be such a monstrous red spirit root in the world? !
Ye Qingtang walked up to Nishang and Feiying, looked at the stunned faces of the two little guys, and raised her hand to pinch Nishang's soft cheeks with great interest.
"The people who bullied you are dead, now you can feel at ease?" There was a comforting warmth in the smiling voice.
Nishang regained consciousness in a trance, looking at Ye Qingtang who was unharmed, the tears rolling in Hong Dandan's eyes completely burst, she burst into tears, and threw herself into Ye Qingtang's arms, her little hands Hold Ye Qingtang's slender waist tightly.
God knows how worried Nishang was throughout the competition. She was deeply afraid that Ye Qingtang would be harmed because of herself.
Ye Qingtang looked at Nishang who was lying on her chest, crying, patiently patted Nishang's back, then called Feiying, and left the scene handsomely in the eyes of everyone.
A strong smell of blood spread from the life and death ring, and now that the dust had settled, the disciples gradually dispersed with their frightened thoughts.
Today's battle, Ye Qingtang's three words, can be regarded as a battle in the inner sect. In more than a month, he rushed from the ninth level of innate to the first and second level of martial arts. This speed of ascension can be described as extremely monstrous!
As the crowd gradually dispersed, Deacon Song stood alone on the edge of the ring, looking at Song Junqiu who had fallen on the ring, a stern look flashed in his eyes, he slowly raised his head, and looked in the direction Ye Qingtang was leaving Go, eyes full of dangerous displeasure.