Chapter 387
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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 Song Junqiu's Frost Sword showed signs of breaking.
But at this moment, Song Junqiu's expression was frighteningly gloomy. Blood seeped out from between his thumb and index finger and stained the hilt of the Frost Sword red. On the blade of the Frost Sword that he was so proud of, there was actually a gap the width of a finger!
"The Frost Sword is broken? How is this possible? "
The spectating disciples were dumbfounded as they watched the strange scene unfold on the stage.
Ye Qingtang actually broke the weapons of the three people with one attack and damaged 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 the one who was slapped in the face. He held the Frost Sword's handle 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?"
Ye Qingtang's lips curled into a faint smile. "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 was completely incomparable to the Frost Sword. If the two swords clashed head-on, the Demonic Blood Sword would definitely be the one that broke.
However …
But now, it was his Cold Frost Sword that had a cut on it!
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. However …
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 simply did not intend to fight with Ye Qingtang with his sword. Instead, he closed the distance and did not give Ye Qingtang a chance to escape. He gathered his qi in his palm and struck towards Ye Qingtang's face.
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