"And this?"

"That's natural, if you want me to say, Ye Qingtang is afraid that he won't even be able to make the second move, so he will die on it."

The chaotic voices of discussion sounded one after another, and the flying shadows and neon clothes standing next to the ring were already sweating nervously at the moment, and everything that came into their ears was not good for Ye Qingtang, even though Ye Qingtang was determined to go to the ring, but at this moment their hearts were already hanging in the air.

"Oh my God...... Please, please bless Miss. Nishang clasped her hands to her lips and whispered begging for heaven's favor.

And Feiying had already narrowed his eyes, staring at Song Junqiu and the others in the ring unsmoothly, his hands at his side were quietly clenched, and there was an unusual evil aura in his eyes.

If Miss is really defeated, he will let Song Junqiu and the four of them pay for their blood debts in this life!

On the battle of life and death, Song Junqiu and the four of them looked casual, and their eyes quietly looked at Ye Qingtang's body.

"Senior Brother Song, although this Ye Qingtang's temperament is not self-sufficient, but this appearance is ...... It's really gratifying...... It's a pity to die in this ring now. A disciple who had been ill-intentioned towards Ni Shang before, when he saw Ye Qingtang's beautiful little face, he couldn't help but have a trace of malicious thought in his heart.

"It's a pity, it's a pity. I don't want to see her walk out of the ring alive today. Song Junqiu whispered.

Twice before and after, Ye Qingtang lost his face, if he didn't return the color, how would he do things in the inner door in the future?

When the three disciples got Song Junqiu's words, they naturally knew what to do.

Song Junqiu raised his eyes, and his ill-intentioned gaze fell straight towards Ye Qingtang.

"Senior Sister Ye, you are so bold today, we will not lose your interest, life and death are in the fight, life and death are fate, Senior Sister Ye has to take care."

He quietly gave the other three a look, and the three disciples immediately understood what Song Junqiu meant, and the four of them immediately dispersed, and surrounded Ye Qingtang in the middle of the ring with four corners.

There is one person in the southeast, northwest and northwest, Ye Qingtang stands in the center, once the war starts, these four people will attack together, and the danger can be imagined.

"Song Junqiu really doesn't plan to stay, I think Ye Qingtang is really going to explain here this time."

"Song Junqiu even brought the Frost Sword over today, and he was not ready to let Ye Qingtang go for a long time." A disciple spotted the sword on Song Junqiu's waist.

"Frost Sword?"

"The Frost Sword was brought by Song Junqiu from the family, it is said that this Frost Sword is simply expensive, if it is placed in the Xuanming Pavilion, I am afraid that there will be no sixty or seventy thousand Xuanming Points, and it will not be exchanged at all."

"I heard that this Frost Sword is not only extremely sharp, but also made of deep cold iron, which is extremely tough, but if you are injured by the Frost Sword, the wound will immediately be eroded by the cold poison. Ye Qingtang is really hanging ...... now"

Song Junqiu's background is not low, the family power is strong, and the frost sword in his hand is also quite famous, although it is not a top-level divine weapon, but it is also as sharp as clay, coupled with the attribute of cold poison, it has also fallen into the name of the weapon spectrum.

Song Junqiu pulled out the frost sword on his waist, and a trace of cold air spread from the blade of the sword, he raised his eyes slightly, and his slightly contemptuous gaze skimmed over the sword on Ye Qingtang's waist.

The scabbard was simple and old, and it didn't look brilliant, but Song Junqiu glanced at it, and then raised his eyebrows sarcastically.

"Senior Sister Ye, draw your sword."