Ye Qingtang narrowed her eyes, and her lips curled into a devilish smile. Her gaze swept across the four people standing around, and her right hand quietly held onto the hilt of the Demonic Blood Sword. However, she did not make any move to draw the sword.
Seeing that Ye Qingtang did not draw her sword out, Song Junqiu immediately smiled and said, "I heard that Junior Sister Ye used the School of Sword Drawing to win in one strike during the inner sect assessment. Today, I shall witness your School of Sword Drawing with my own eyes."
The School of Sword Drawing required extreme speed. Using all the strength in the body, the moment the sword was drawn, and all the profound meaning was on the point when the sword was drawn out of the sheath.
That day, Ye Qingtang used this move to break Ji Xianyuan's defense.
However …
There was a trace of mockery in Song Junqiu's eyes.
The sword in his hand was not an ordinary sword. The toughness of the Cold Pool Iron was extremely high, and it could not be broken by ordinary weapons. Even if Ye Qingtang had the School of Sword Drawing, it could not possibly break his Cold Frost Sword!
Then, Song Junqiu and the other three exchanged a look, and almost at the same time, the four of them attacked. Four sharp swords were revealed, and they struck towards Ye Qingtang who was standing in the middle!
However, the moment Song Junqiu and the other three attacked, Ye Qingtang closed her eyes slightly and lowered her head slightly.
"What is she doing?" The disciples below the ring were instantly shocked when they saw Ye Qingtang's action.
Facing the four people's attacks at the same time, she did not dodge or evade and even showed such an indifferent attitude. Wasn't she courting death!
Ni Shang and Fei Ying were also shocked by Ye Qingtang's action. Seeing that the four sharp swords were already hanging above Ye Qingtang's head, their hearts were in their throats instantly.
"Miss! Be careful! "
Just as Ni Shang screamed in fear, Ye Qingtang's eyes suddenly widened. Her petite figure trembled slightly in everyone's sight, and it was as if there were countless shadows intertwining with each other.
A ray of cold light suddenly flashed past her waist and turned into a whirlwind that swept in all directions!
In an instant, there were a few crisp sounds!
Song Junqiu and the rest could not see Ye Qingtang's movements at all. They only felt a sharp pain in their hands that were holding their swords, and they instinctively retreated temporarily.
A few crisp clanging sounds rang out.
However …
On the huge arena, there were three broken swords on the ground!
"What's going on?" The three disciples beside Song Junqiu were shocked. They just realized that the swords in their hands were actually cut in half, and the tip of the sword fell beside Ye Qingtang's feet.
How was it possible!
Although their swords were not as good as Sword, none of them were worth, the Xuanling Sword, the Xuanling, the Xuanling swords of the Sword.
It was obviously a treasured sword that was hard to obtain. How could it be directly cut in half?
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Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios The three disciples' faces darkened, and they wanted to go forward instinctively. However, they then realized that there was a sharp pain in their hands. When they looked down, they realized that …
The area between their thumb and index finger that they were holding their swords was already cracked, and blood was dripping from the sword hilt onto the ground beside their feet.
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