The faces of the three of them were really shocked.

Just now they didn't have time to see how Ye Qingtang made a move, even though they had learned from Song Junqiu that Ye Qingtang understood the mystery of drawing a sword, they didn't care too much.

After all, their strength can stabilize Ye Qingtang, even if she uses the sword flow, she will definitely not be able to block their blow.

But everything in front of them made the three of them a little confused.

The four of them shot, and the three swords were broken together, only the frost sword in Song Junqiu's hand only showed signs of damage.

But at this moment, Song Junqiu's complexion was already gloomy and amazing, the blood oozing from his tiger's mouth was staining the hilt of the Frost Sword red, and on the blade of the Frost Sword that he was proud of, a gap of one finger wide was actually broken!

"The Frost Sword is damaged? How is this possible? ”

The disciples who were watching under the ring looked at the strange scene in the ring in amazement.

Ye Qingtang actually cut off the blades of the three people with a single blow, injuring the frost sword, what a strange thing is this?

Everyone's eyes involuntarily fell on the seemingly inconspicuous sword in Ye Qingtang's hand, and at this moment, the disciples realized that on the seemingly ordinary sword blade, it was as if it had accepted the stars, and under the scorching sun, there were a few bright points of light.

"What kind of sword is Ye Qingtang in his hand? Can you even damage the Frost Sword? ”

"I haven't seen it......"

Song Junqiu's eyes narrowed slightly, he thought that Ye Qingtang would definitely die under the blow of the four people, but he didn't want to, but he was slapped in the face, he clenched the hilt of the frost sword, his eyes fell on the sword in Ye Qingtang's hand, and said coldly: "Senior Sister Ye's sword, it seems to have some origins, I don't know what kind of sword it is?" ”

The corners of Ye Qingtang's mouth chewed a vague smile, "Blood Sword." ”

"Bloody Sword?" Song Junqiu frowned slightly.

He had also heard of the name of the Bloody Sword, it was a good sword, the sharpness of the Bloody Sword was very high, and the evil spirit was vertical and horizontal, but if it was compared to the toughness, it was completely incomparable to the Frost Sword, if the two swords were hard to match, the one that broke must be the Bloody Sword.

But......

Now, it was his frost sword that was cut out!

Song Junqiu faintly felt that the bloody sword in Ye Qingtang's hand was strange, they were too light before, but he didn't expect Ye Qingtang to have such a good sword in his hand, but ......

Next, they won't give Ye Qingtang another chance.

"Senior Sister Ye's sword is good, but ...... If you want to win the ring, you can't just get it with a good sword. Song Junqiu spoke coldly, exchanged glances with the other three, and immediately raised his sword and took the lead in attacking Ye Qingtang.

This time, only Song Junqiu made a move, but the other three still stood aside.

A sneer flashed in Ye Qingtang's eyes, looking at the oncoming Song Junqiu, the smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't help but be a little colder.

All of a sudden, Song Junqiu and Ye Qingtang fought, and the air currents rolled up by the two were like a whirlwind, stirring the air around them.

Song Junqiu is now the strength of the third order of the First Heaven, his moves are fierce, his strength is amazing, and the bloody sword in his mind Ye Qingtang is a little strange, so he doesn't plan to fight with Ye Qingtang with a sword at all, he directly closes the distance, and does not give Ye Qingtang a chance to get rid of it.

Ye Qingtang flew and avoided Song Junqiu's palm.