Chapter 2161
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The three of them were shocked.
They did not manage to see how Ye Qingtang attacked just now. Even though they knew from Song Junqiu that Ye Qingtang knew the profoundness of the Sword Drawing Style, they did not pay much attention to it.
After all, their skills were enough to suppress Ye Qingtang. Even if she used the Sword Drawing Style, she would definitely not be able to block their attack.
However, the scene before them left the three of them dumbfounded.
The four of them attacked, and the three swords broke at the same time. Only the Frost Sword in Song Junqiu's hand showed signs of breaking.
However, Song Junqiu's expression was frighteningly gloomy. Blood seeped out from between his thumb and index finger and dyed the hilt of the Frost Sword red. On the blade of the Frost Sword that he was so proud of, there was actually a crack that was as wide as a finger's width!
"The Frost Sword is broken! How is this possible!"
The disciples who were watching from below the stage were dumbfounded as they watched the strange scene unfold on the stage.
Ye Qingtang actually broke the weapons of the three people with one strike and injured the Frost Sword. How strange was this?
Everyone's eyes landed on the seemingly inconspicuous sword in Ye Qingtang's hand. At this instant, the disciples finally realized that the seemingly ordinary blade seemed to contain stars, and it shone brightly under the scorching sun.
"What sword is that in Ye Qingtang's hand? It can actually damage the Frost Sword!"
"I've never seen it before!"
Song Junqiu narrowed his eyes. He originally thought that Ye Qingtang would definitely die under the four people's attack, but unexpectedly, he was slapped in the face instead. He gripped the hilt of the Frost Sword tightly, and his eyes landed on the sword in Ye Qingtang's hand. He said coldly, "Junior Sister Ye's sword seems to have some background. What sword is it?"
There was a faint smile on Ye Qingtang's lips. "Demonic Blood Sword."
"Demonic Blood Sword" Song Junqiu frowned slightly.
He had heard of the Demonic Blood Sword before. It was a rather good sword. The Demonic Blood Sword was very sharp, and it had a murderous aura. However, in terms of toughness, it could not be compared to the Frost Sword at all. If the two swords clashed head-on, the Demonic Blood Sword would definitely be the one that broke.
However …
Now, it was his Frost Sword that had been cut open.
Song Junqiu faintly felt that the Demonic Blood Sword in Ye Qingtang's hands was a little strange. They underestimated the enemy too much previously and did not expect Ye Qingtang to have such a good sword.
They weren't going to give her any more chances.
"Junior Sister Ye's sword isn't bad, but winning the arena isn't something that can be achieved with just a good sword." Song Junqiu said coldly. He exchanged a look with the other three and immediately raised his sword to attack Ye Qingtang.
This time, only Song Junqiu attacked while the other three stood by the side and did not move.
A sneer flashed across Ye Qingtang's eyes, and her smile became colder as she looked at Song Junqiu.
In an instant, Song Junqiu and Ye Qingtang fought with each other. The air current that they stirred up was like a whirlwind that stirred up the surrounding air.
Song Junqiu's current skills were already at the third stage of the First Heaven. His attacks were fierce and powerful, and he knew that the Demonic Blood Sword in Ye Qingtang's hands was a little strange. Thus, he did not intend to fight with Ye Qingtang with his sword. He directly closed the distance between them and did not give Ye Qingtang a chance to escape. He gathered his qi in his palm and struck towards Ye Qingtang's face.
Ye Qingtang flew away and avoided Song Junqiu's attack.
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