Song Junqiu and the others were suddenly startled, and subconsciously turned their heads to look.

I saw a black shadow suddenly fly out of the falling dust, so fast that they couldn't react at all.

The black shadow was like a ghost, accompanied by a cold light flickering, and it rushed directly to the side of the three disciples.

The three of them didn't have time to see each other's appearances clearly, and a tingling pain came from their throats in an instant.

They subconsciously wiped it off, and their fingertips suddenly touched a touch of warm liquid!

Before they could come to their senses, scarlet blood splattered directly from the wound in their throats, like patches of blood raining down all around!

Everything happened in the blink of an eye, up and down the ring, and instantly turned into a dead silence.

A white little hand quietly pulled out the bloody sword inserted on the edge of the ring, and under the splash of blood, Ye Qingtang's evil smiling face came into everyone's sight.

There were three muffled sounds, and the three disciples who had been wiped on their throats fell to the ground suddenly, their hands clutching the wound on their necks, but they couldn't stop the blood gushing out.

Ye Qingtang's smiling gaze swept over the three beasts, and when his eyes skimmed over the neon clothes and flying shadows under the stage, he couldn't help but have a smile in his eyes.

"Crying for what? Am I not dead? Ye Qingtang looked at the tear-stained Ni Dress, shook his hand and threw a handkerchief over, "Wipe away your tears and see how these three people are breathing." ”

Nishang caught the handkerchief in a panic, opened her eyes wide, and looked at Ye Qingtang's figure standing in the ring, her eyes were surprised and happy.

Miss is fine!

Miss is really fine!

Ye Qingtang turned his head and looked at Song Junqiu, the only one of the four who was still standing in the ring.

At this moment, Song Junqiu's face had already been splashed with blood, and under the blood, there was only a trace of shock left in those vicious eyes.

"You...... Why didn't you die?! Song Junqiu looked at Ye Qingtang in disbelief, he couldn't believe that Ye Qingtang could still be unscathed under the three blows of the phantom dragon qi!

"Dead?" Ye Qingtang raised his eyebrows slightly, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became even thicker, "How can three people from the First Heaven and Second Order hurt me?" ”

"What do you mean?" Song Junqiu's heart suddenly rose with a touch of unease.

Just three of them, one day, two orders?

How can Ye Qingtang say this?

She herself is obviously just a heaven and a first order!

Ye Qingtang didn't respond to Song Junqiu's words, she just lowered her head and wiped the blood stains on the bloody sword, she didn't raise her eyelids, and said lightly: "I was going to play with you for a while, but you are looking for death yourself, and those who dare to touch me, I am afraid that you will not have such a good temper, and I will allow you to live longer." ”

Song Junqiu was shocked.

The moment Ye Qingtang's words landed, she suddenly made a move, and at this moment, the way she attacked completely changed, and on top of the bloody sword, it was already covered with a layer of crimson sword qi!

However, in an instant, the offensive and defensive momentum reversed, and Song Junqiu raised his sword in a panic, wanting to block Ye Qingtang's attack.

The sound of the two swords colliding suddenly sounded, and under the sonorous sound, sparks flew everywhere, Ye Qingtang's face did not have the slightest nervousness, only a smile bloomed at the corner of his mouth, on the other hand, Song Junqiu, but in an instant, he was already sweating profusely, and the arm holding the sword had been shaken numb.