Chapter 0387: But so (1)

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Ye Qingtang's eyes narrowed slightly, a sinister smile evoked at the corners of her mouth, her eyes swept over the four people standing in the four directions, and her right hand quietly held the hilt of the bloody sword, but did not draw the sword. move.

Song Junqiu looked at Ye Qingtang who didn't draw the sword, and immediately smiled, "I heard that Junior Sister Ye used the one-shot sword-drawing style in the inner sect assessment to win with one shot, but today I have to see it with my own eyes. Immediately, Junior Sister Ye's drawn sword flowed."

What the sword-drawing flow needs is the extreme speed, with the strength of the whole body, crowning the moment when the sword is drawn, all the profound meanings are above the point where the sword is unsheathed.

That day, Ye Qingtang used this move to break Ji Xianyuan's defense.

but……

There was a hint of irony in Song Junqiu's eyes.

The sword in his hand is not an ordinary saber. The toughness of the iron in the cold pool is extremely high. It is definitely not an ordinary weapon that can be cut off. Even if Ye Qingtang has such a move to draw the sword, it is impossible to break his sword. Frost Sword!

Immediately, the four of Song Junqiu exchanged glances, and almost at the same time, the four of them made a direct move. The four sharp swords showed their sharp edges, and they directly attacked Ye Qingtang who was standing in the center!

But at the moment when Song Junqiu and the four made their move, Ye Qingtang was uncharacteristically, her eyes closed lightly and her head lowered slightly.

"What is she doing?" The disciples under the ring were shocked when they saw Ye Qingtang's actions.

In the face of four people making moves at the same time, she can't hide, and she also shows such an indifferent attitude. Isn't she looking for her own death!

Nishang and Feiying were also taken aback by Ye Qingtang's move. Seeing that the four sharp swords were already hanging above Ye Qingtang's head, their hearts instantly rose to their throats.

"Miss! Be careful!"

At the moment when Nishang screamed in horror, Ye Qingtang's eyes suddenly opened, and the petite figure trembled slightly in the eyes of everyone, making Ruo turn into countless phantoms intertwined.

A cold light suddenly flashed past her waist, turning into a whirlwind, sweeping across all directions!

In an instant, several crisp sounds suddenly sounded!

Song Junqiu and the others couldn't see Ye Qingtang's movements at all. They only felt a sharp pain in the tiger's mouth holding the sword, and they subconsciously pulled away temporarily.

There were a few clanging clangs, and then it sounded.

only see...

On the huge ring, three severed blades suddenly fell!

"What's the situation?" The three disciples other than Song Junqiu were slightly shocked. At this moment, they noticed that the sharp sword they were holding was cut off in the middle, and the tip of the sword fell on Ye Qingtang's feet. side.

how is this possible!

Although the swords of the three of them were not as good as the Frost Sword in Song Junqiu's hands, none of them was lower than 10,000 Xuanming points.

It was obviously a hard-earned sword, how could it be cut off directly!

Ye Qingtang was in the middle of the independent arena. At this moment, on that delicate little face, a arrogant and wicked smile appeared. She raised her chin slightly, and looked at the broken hands of the three disciples. He swept over the sword, glanced over the three broken swords at his feet, and said with a chuckle: "The swords of the brothers don't seem to be very good?"

The three disciples turned black, and subconsciously wanted to step forward, but after this movement, they realized that there were bursts of stinging pain from their tiger's mouth, and looked down, only to realize that...

The tiger's mouth where they held the sword was actually cracked, and a large piece of blood was dripping down at their feet along the hilt of the sword.

How could this be?

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