Rebirth of the Strongest Female Emperor

Chapter 387 is just like this (2)

The faces of the three men were really shocked.

They only had no time to see how Ye Qingyi came out. Even though they learned from Song Junqiu's mouth, Ye Qingyi knew how to draw the sword, but he didn't care too much.

After all, their strength can stabilize Ye Qingyi, that is, she makes the sword flow, and it can't stop their blow.

Everything in front of me can make the three people feel a little worried.

The four men shot, the three swords were broken, only the cold frost sword in the hands of Song Junqiu only showed signs of damage.

But at this moment, Song Junqiu's face is already gloomy and amazing. The blood that he oozes from the tiger's mouth is the silky sword of the red frost sword, and he is proud of the frost sword Jianfeng. On, it was broken a gap of one finger wide!

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

The disciples who watched the audience under the stage looked at the strange scene on the stage.

Ye Qingyan actually used a single blow to break the three-man blade and hurt the frost sword. What a strange thing?

The eyes of the people involuntarily fell on the seemingly inconspicuous sword in Ye Qing’s hands. At this moment, the disciples found out that it seemed to be above the seemingly ordinary sword. In general, under the scorching sun, there is a little bit of light shining.

"What sword is Ye Qingying's hand? Can it damage the frost sword?"

"I haven't seen it..."

Song Junqiu's eyes narrowed slightly, and thought that Ye Qingyi would die under the attack of four people, but he did not want to, but instead he was beaten. He clenched the sword handle of the frost sword and his eyes fell on Ye Qing. On the top of the sword in the hand, the cold voice: "Ye Shimei's sword, it seems that some come, I don't know what sword?"

Ye Qing’s mouth twitched with a smile that seemed like nothing. “Blood sword.”

"Blood sword?" Song Junqiu brow slightly wrinkled.

He also heard of the name of the **** sword. It is a good sword. The sharpness of the **** sword is very high, and the suffocating aspect is arrogant. If it is stronger than the upper one, it is completely incomparable with the frost sword. If the sword is hard and hard, the broken one must be a **** sword.

but……

Nowadays, it is his frost sword that is cut off by a gap!

Song Junqiu faintly felt that the **** sword in Ye Qing’s hand showed a strange look. Before they were too lightly enemies, I did not expect that Ye Qingqi had such a good sword in his hand, but...

Next, they will not give Ye Qing a chance.

"Ye Shimei's sword is good, but... I want to win the downfall, but it can be achieved without a good sword." Song Junqiu snorted and exchanged a look with the other three, and immediately took the lead in attacking the sword. To Ye Qingyu.

This time, only Song Junqiu shot, the other three are still standing by the side.

Ye Qingyan flashed a sneer in the eyes, looking at the oncoming Song Junqiu, the smile of the corner of his mouth could not help but be a bit cold.

For a time, Song Junqiu and Ye Qingqi fought in a group, and the airflow rolled up by them was like a whirlwind, stirring the air around them.

Song Junqiu is now a strong third-order strength, and he is very aggressive. His **** sword in the hands of Ye Qing’s mind is somewhat weird, so he does not intend to fight with Ye Qingying’s sword. , do not give Ye Qingyi the opportunity to get rid of, luck in the palm, fiercely rushed to Ye Qingyu's face.

Ye Qingyan flew in a flash and avoided the shoulder of Song Junqiu.

(End of this chapter)