Ye Qingtang and Ji Xianyuan had more than a hundred attacks on the arena . Every attack was intense and fatal .
The arena that was cracked was about to collapse under the constant force .
Under the intersections of the sword light, Ye Qingtang pulled herself away from Ji Xianyuan as she jumped to the corner of the arena .
The delicate face was full of sweat now . No one could even imagine being able to break through Connate Level Nine in such a short period of time . Ye Qingtang put in all her effort to reach today’s level and had the ability to fight against Ji Xianyuan .
However…
She could not drag this on anymore .
Ye Qingtang narrowed her eyes .
She had just entered the peak of Connate Level Nine, so her spirit energy was not as strong as Ji Xianyuan’s . She mainly relied on her fighting experiences from her previous life to be able to fight against Ji Xianyuan up to now .
If she dragged on further, her spirit energy might not be able to hold on anymore .
Ye Qingtang immediately made a decision in her heart .
Ji Xianyuan’s breath was not as stable as before as well . He was surprised by Ye Qingtang’s abilities . If he did not experience the fight against Ye Qingtang, he could not believe the fifteen-year-old young lady had entered the state of Connate Level Nine
However, when Ji Xianyuan was about to attack, Ye Qingtang moved first .
Ye Qingtang lowered her body as she dashed over . It was surprising that she kept her sword back . Her right hand was placed on the handle of the sword, but it seemed that she did not intend to pull out her sword .
Ji Xianyuan felt something was peculiar, but Ye Qingtang was dashing towards him . He shouted and focused all his spirit energy on his sword . The moment he raised his sword, countless gales were concentrated on the edge of his sword .
Ji Xianyuan split his sword down immediately . The strong sword breath crushed everything around him . As Ye Qingtang approached him, her figure suddenly sparkled across his eyes . The tiny figure suddenly split into two, and he could not tell which one was the real one .
Ji Xianyuan was stunned . Before he could differentiate which one was the real one…
Ye Qingtang pulled her sword and pierced forward with her fastest speed as he was distracted .
Ji Xianyuan only saw a streak of cold light flying out of Ye Qingtang’s waist . As he withdrew his sword to defend himself, he then realized…
His sword dropped onto the messy arena without him realizing that . A deep wound appeared on the hand that was holding the sword, and the wound spread across his entire hand . Blood was flowing out of his wound and dripping onto the ground .
A sudden pain spread out from his chest .
Ji Xianyuan lowered his head instinctively . His chest was cut by the sword…
Ye Qingtang raised her sword up under the sight . The sword was covered with blood . A drop of blood flowed down the sword and landed in front of her .
The whole square was dead silent . Everyone’s gaze was focused on Ye Qingtang’s sword .
“Senior Brother Ji, do not mind that . ” Ye Qingtang swung her sword to get rid of the blood and kept the sword back .
Ji Xianyuan touched the wound on his chest gently . The warm blood filled his fingers . His eyes were full of surprise . The wound was not very deep, but he was clear that if this were not a battle, Ye Qingtang’s sword would have killed him if she had used slightly more strength .