Chapter 389
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Startled, Song Junqiu and the rest turned around instinctively.
A black shadow suddenly flew out from the falling dust. It was so fast that they could not react at all.
The black shadow was like a ghost. With a flash of cold light, it dashed to the side of the three disciples.
Before the three of them could see the other party's face clearly, a sharp pain came from their throats.
They wiped their throats instinctively, and their fingertips touched a warm liquid!
Before they could return to their senses, scarlet blood spurted out from the wounds on their throats like a rain of blood, splattering everywhere!
Everything happened in the blink of an eye. There was dead silence in the arena.
A fair hand quietly pulled out the Demonic Blood Sword that was stuck at the edge of the ring. As blood splattered, Ye Qingtang's devilish smile was reflected in everyone's eyes. Ye Qingtang's eyes lit up.
With three dull thuds, the three disciples who had their throats slit suddenly fell to the ground. They covered the wounds on their necks tightly, but they could not stop the blood from gushing out.
Ye Qingtang's smiling gaze swept across the three bastards. When her gaze passed by Ni Shang and Fei Ying below the arena, a trace of a smile flashed across her eyes.
"Why are you crying? Aren't I not dead? " Ye Qingtang looked at Ni Shang, whose face was full of tears, and threw a handkerchief over. "Wipe your tears and watch how these three people die."
Ni Shang caught the handkerchief in a panic. Her eyes widened as she looked at Ye Qingtang's figure on the arena. Her eyes were filled with surprise and joy.
Miss is fine!
Miss is really fine!
Ye Qingtang turned around and looked at Song Junqiu, the only one who was still standing on the arena among the four people.
At that instant, Song Junqiu's face was already splattered with blood. Under the blood, there was only a trace of shock in his sinister eyes.
"You … Why are you not dead?!" Song Junqiu looked at Ye Qingtang in disbelief. He could not believe that Ye Qingtang was actually unscathed after three strikes of the Dragon Qi!
"Dead?" Ye Qingtang raised her brows slightly, and the smile on her lips deepened. "Just three people at the second stage of the First Heaven. How can they hurt me?"
"What do you mean?" Song Junqiu suddenly felt uneasy.
Merely three First Heavenly Layer Stage Two?
How could she say that?
She herself was obviously only at the first stage of the first heaven!
Ye Qingtang did not respond to Song Junqiu and merely lowered her head to wipe off the bloodstains on the Demonic Blood Sword. Without even looking up, she said coldly, "I originally wanted to play with you guys for a while longer, but you guys are seeking your own deaths. How dare you touch my people? I'm afraid I won't have such a good temper to allow you guys to live any longer."
Song Junqiu was shocked.
The moment Ye Qingtang finished her sentence, she suddenly attacked. Her attacking method had completely changed, and a layer of crimson sword aura covered the Demonic Blood Sword!
In the blink of an eye, the situation was reversed. Song Junqiu raised his sword in a panic and wanted to block Ye Qingtang's attack.
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