Ye Qingtang's eyes narrowed slightly, the corners of her mouth hooked up a wicked smile, her gaze swept over the four people standing in the four directions, and her right hand quietly held the hilt of the bloody sword, but there was no move to draw the sword.

Song Junqiu looked at Ye Qingtang and did not draw his sword, and immediately smiled: "I have heard that Senior Sister Ye won with one blow in the inner door assessment, and today I want to see Senior Sister Ye's sword drawing flow with my own eyes." ”

What is needed to draw the sword flow is to be extremely fast, with the strength of the whole body, crowned at the moment when the sword is drawn, all the mysteries are above the point where the sword is unsheathed.

On the same day, Ye Qingtang used this trick to break Ji Xianyuan's defense.

But......

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

The sword in his hand is not an ordinary sword, the toughness of the iron of the cold pool is extremely high, and it is definitely not an ordinary blade that can be cut, even if Ye Qingtang has such a move to draw the sword, it is impossible to break his frost sword!

At that moment, Song Junqiu and the four of them exchanged a look with each other, and almost at the same time, the four of them made a direct move, and the four sharp swords were sharp, directly hitting Ye Qingtang who was standing in the middle!

But at the moment when Song Junqiu and the four of them made a move, Ye Qingtang was unusual, his eyes were slightly closed, and his head was slightly lowered.

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

In the face of four people making moves at the same time, she didn't dodge or dodge, and showed such an indifferent posture, isn't she asking 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, the hearts of the two of them 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 everyone's sight, making Ruo turn into countless phantoms and intertwine together.

A cold light flashed from her waist and turned into a whirlwind, sweeping in all directions!

In an instant, several crisp sounds suddenly appeared!

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

A few clanging clicks, followed by a few cracks.

Saw......

On top of the huge ring, three severed blades suddenly fell!

"What's the situation?" The three disciples outside Song Junqiu were slightly shocked, and at this moment they noticed that the sharp sword they were holding in their hands was actually cut off by the waist, and the tip of the sword fell at Ye Qingtang's feet.

How can it be!

Although the swords of the three of them were not as good as the Frost Sword in Song Junqiu's hand, none of them were less than 10,000 Xuan Shen points if their value was calculated.

It's obviously a hard-won sword, how could it be cut off directly!

Ye Qingtang was in the middle of the independent ring, at this moment on that delicate little face, she suddenly raised a wild and evil smile, she raised her chin slightly, her eyes swept over the broken broken swords of the three disciples, the corner of her eyes skimmed over the three broken swords at her feet, and said with a chuckle: "Senior brothers' swords, doesn't it seem to be good?" ”

The three disciples' faces turned dark, and they subconsciously wanted to step forward, but with this move, they realized that there was a tingling pain coming from their tiger's mouth, and they lowered their eyes to see it, and then they found out......

The place where they held their swords had been shattered, and large patches of blood were dripping down the hilt of their swords.

How so?