บท 389: Receive Your Death (1)

Alarmed, Song Junqiu and the rest turned around instinctively.

What appeared before them was a black shadow that suddenly flew out from the dust at such a rapid speed that they could not react in time.

The black shadow was like a force of evil. Accompanied by a cold glint, the shadow directly scurried to the side of those three disciples.

Before the three people could take a good look at the opposing party's face, a sharp pain spread from their throats.

They wiped the spot instinctively but touched a warm liquid!

Before they returned to their senses, scarlet blood immediately spattered out from the cut on their throats and showered everywhere like a blood rain!

Everything happened merely in the blink of an eye. It was utter silence.

A fair hand silently plucked out the Demonic Blood Sword that was stuck on the edge of the ring. Against the splattering blood, Ye Qingtang's devilish smile entered everyone's eyes.