C40 Thrilling soul

"Since you are in a hurry to die, you can't blame me for that." Ruan Jialin was furious in his heart, standing on top of the flying sword, he revealed an appearance that was extremely eye-catching, proudly accepting the cheers of the female disciples and the attention of the elders from the Life and Death Arena. He did not expect Ye Feng to be such a fool.

Pointing his finger at the sword technique, the other treasure sword behind him jumped out with a "Zheng" sound. Under Ruan Jialin's instructions, it flew around in the air like a dragon flying around.

"Whoosh!" With a flash of cold light, the flying sword pierced towards Ye Feng at a speed beyond the reach of the naked eye.

Ye Feng narrowed his eyes and tried his best to feel the flying sword's trajectory. Since he couldn't see the flying sword clearly, he would use his mind to sense it.

He lowered his head and dodged Ruan Jialin's killing blow.

"So powerful!" Some people from below Life and Death Arena could not help but shout out. With this speed, with the Qi Condensation stage, there was no possibility of dodging at all, and Ye Feng managed to dodge it.

"Hu!" The flying sword turned around and stabbed towards Ye Feng's back.

"Whoosh!" Ye Feng took a big step to the left of his body, the flying sword just barely brushed past his ribs, leaving a cut on his shirt, it was really close, if Ye Feng was just a little bit slower, then the flying sword wouldn't have cut his clothes, but would have stabbed into his ribs from behind, it would have caused his heart to go cold, and then the battle would have ended.

"AHH!" Zhen Xuetian, who was below the stage, cried out in alarm. She could see the danger that Ye Feng was in right now.

"Hahaha, let's see where you can hide." When Ruan Jialin saw that he had forced Ye Feng into a state of chaos with just one move, he made a decision in his heart.

This area was not only large, it was also a fatal area. If a sword were to stab into Ye Feng's arm, it would be able to injure him, but not kill him, and once the flying sword stabbed into Ye Feng's chest or back, Ye Feng's life would end here.

For a time, Ye Feng's upper body was surrounded by a sword aura, dazzling everyone's eyes.

Ye Feng kept dodging, and he had no way of fighting back. He was constantly surrounded by danger.

"Sigh!" "We're finished." At this rate, even if Ye Feng was not pierced through by the flying sword, he would be exhausted to death. How could a person have that much spirit energy to consume, when there was a shortage of spirit energy, Ruan Jialin's flying sword would mercilessly pierce through Ye Feng.

Elder Sun Qi's expression was gloomy, staring at the battered Ye Feng.

As for the Sword Pavilion elder, Li Xinchen, he stroked his beard with confidence.

"Whoosh!" The flying sword flew straight towards Ye Feng. It was so fast and powerful that Ye Feng had no way of dodging it.

After Ruan Jialin showed off for a bit, he felt that it was time. When the limelight was out, it was time to end the battle, and a strong surge of Spirit Qi was concentrated on the flying sword. The flying sword shone brightly with an indomitable aura. It was about to pierce Ye Feng's face.

"AHH!" Seeing that he had no way of dodging, Ye Feng loudly roared and threw his palm towards the flying sword.

Could it be that Ye Feng's mind was being forced out of control? Everyone had the same thought in their minds. Even Qi Condensation cultivators would not be able to block a flying sword with their palms, let alone Ruan Jialin's powerful attack.

Everyone felt that this was Ye Feng's last struggle and Life and Death Arena had ended it.

However, what surprised everyone was that Ye Feng's palm did not pierce through the sharp tip of the flying sword with a "pu" sound. Instead, it emitted a crisp sound of impact.

"Ding!"

The sword tip of the flying sword could not advance an inch forward against Ye Feng's palm.

At this time, Ye Feng's palm was like a piece of iron, completely blocking the flying sword's attack.

Everyone was stunned. They didn't understand what was happening right in front of their eyes. This kind of situation was beyond their knowledge.

Weird, too weird.

Actually, only Ye Feng himself knew of the hidden secrets, he had long been on guard against Ruan Jialin's flying sword. Although Ruan Jialin's performance on stage had greatly shocked Ye Feng, he did not lose his reason and will to fight.

He was afraid that he would be unable to avoid the flying sword, so he used his petrified palm to meet the flying sword.

When this oppressive sword attack arrived, Ye Feng did not hesitate and directly turned his palm into a petrified state.

"I don't believe it." Ruan Jialin was not a kind person, after being provoked by Ye Feng, he began to gather spirit energy and pour it into the flying sword.

The flying sword immediately released a strong aura, the sword's hilt shook as it pushed against Ye Feng.

In a competition of spirit energy, Ye Feng was at an absolute disadvantage.

Ye Feng's palm felt a huge pushing force, and then it flowed through his arm into his entire body, and his body was pushed back.

Ye Feng's feet desperately tried to stand firm, but he couldn't withstand this force. His feet slid back on the stage.

"Sssii!" The soles of Ye Feng's shoes were rubbing against the blue stones of the arena, and a burnt smell was wafting in the air.

"Crack!" Ye Feng's palm actually emitted a shattering sound.

"Ka, ka!" The sound of something shattering continuously rang out, and cracks began to appear on Ye Feng's palm.

Drops of fresh blood were sprinkled onto the stage. It was extremely eye-catching.

"Pfft!" Ye Feng's palm was finally unable to withstand the power of the flying sword, and the flying sword pierced through his palm.

"AHH!" Ye Feng crazily roared. When the flying sword pierced his palm, five bloody fingers suddenly came together.

His closed fingers firmly held onto the flying sword, and his other hand suddenly exerted force towards the flying sword in his right palm.

"Crack!" After a clear sound, the flying sword in Ye Feng's right palm was shattered by Ye Feng's left hand, turning it into pieces of scrap iron and thrown onto the ground by Ye Feng.

Suppressing the pain from his palm, Ye Feng's face turned sinister as he looked towards Ruan Jialin who was stepping on his flying sword.

"Again!"

A heart-breaking roar shifted everyone's gaze from Ye Feng to Ruan Jialin.

It was truly exciting, full of violence and bloodshed. No one would have thought that at this moment, Ye Feng would give up one of his hands and destroy Ruan Jialin's flying sword.

It seemed that Ye Feng might not be so easy to defeat. Some disciples even started to think that Ye Feng was the winner.

Ruan Jialin was also shocked by Ye Feng's imposing manner. This kind of action was really a blow to his imposing manner, causing the bottom of Ruan Jialin's heart to waver.

Seeing that Ye Feng's hand was still dripping with blood, Ruan Jialin became absent-minded. If not for his cultivation that was absolutely higher than Ye Feng's, Ruan Jialin would have even admitted defeat.

"Whoosh!" After jumping down from the flying sword, Ruan Jialin started to look straight at Ye Feng. He put away his earlier contempt and completely treated Ye Feng as an opponent that he needed to treat seriously.

"What, do you think you can win by destroying one of my flying swords, childish?" Ruan Jialin shouted loudly, at the same time raising his own aura.

"Sword Dance of the Mountains and Rivers!" Ruan Jialin's expression turned gloomy as he stared at the flying sword.

The swords shone brightly, suddenly, one flying sword seemed to have turned into millions of them, covering the sky and covering the sky above Life and Death Arena, every flying sword was pointing towards Ye Feng.

All of the disciples who were slightly closer to Life and Death Arena felt their hairs standing on end. It was a summer day, but there was not the slightest bit of warmth.

"Mn, Ruan Jialin's comprehension ability is not bad." Seeing Ruan Jialin displaying the Sword Dance Mountain and River, Elder Li Xinchen nodded his head proudly. This was the ability of the disciples of the Sword Pavilion, with their perception, it was impossible for them to display the power of the Sword Dance Mountain and River without a cultivation of more than five years.

Looking at the illusory sword in front of him, Ye Feng calmed his breathing and concentrated.

"Flying Sword, behead the enemy!" Go! It's over! " Ruan Jialin commanded the flying swords that filled the sky to rush towards Ye Feng.

For a moment, it was as if a rain of swords had rained down on the earth. The icy light they emitted brought with them a strong killing intent.

The ancient Life and Death Arena seemed to be alive in that instant, as the flying swords released a killing intent that blotted out the sky and covered the earth.

"This is!"

"That's right, the Life and Death Arena's killing intent!" Countless disciples had died in the Life and Death Arena over the years and they had gone through countless life and death battles. It was the killing intent from the battles in the past that had concentrated in the Life and Death Arena and was ignited by Ruan Jialin's flying sword many years later.

Murderous intent filled the air as they assaulted Ye Feng's face. Ye Feng felt as if the entire Life and Death Arena had turned into Ruan Jialin's flying sword, and the strong aura almost caused Ye Feng's body to break inch by inch.

Yes, this Ruan Jialin is truly talented, it was as though Li Xinchen had found a treasure that could stimulate the killing intent of the Life and Death Arena, that was a chance that did not happen to just anyone, it did not depend on their cultivation to determine the outcome, it all depended on their luck.

"Aooo!" Under the pressure, Ye Feng howled like a wild beast.

"Fight even if you are trapped!" Li Xinchen's comment was spot on, and Ye Feng's performance was as though he was struggling in death's door.

He regretted his carelessness extremely, because he had seen that Ye Feng was a cripple and thus did not care about him at all. He did not expect Ye Feng to display such a strong willpower that would shock everyone, and if he could pay more attention to Ye Feng, then it might not be the same situation he was in now. Sun Qi could not bear to watch Ye Feng die so miserably, and closed his eyes.

"Pah!" With a small sound, something that sounded like a bottle was shattered.

Some sharp-eyed disciples realized that Ye Feng had just said that his badly mutilated right hand was perfectly fine, as if he had never been injured before.

Then, Ye Feng waved his right hand and attacked the rain of swords.

While his left hand was in his bosom, he kept throwing talismans to his right hand. Streams of Petrifaction Symbol paper were being quickly added to his right hand.

"Dang, dang, dang!" With an ear-piercing collision, Ye Feng's right hand collided with the sword rain.

"Pu, pu!" The Petrifaction Symbol paper was not omnipotent, and a sword light pierced Ye Feng's right hand, but after the jade bottle in his left hand shattered, it recovered to its original state.

After a series of clangs, the situation did not appear as everyone had expected. Logically speaking, Ye Feng should have been pierced into a sieve by the sword rain that filled the sky.

Who would have thought that Ye Feng would use his right hand to completely block it.

Moreover, if there was even the slightest injury on Ye Feng's palm, it would immediately be healed.

Everyone was stunned, including Sword Pavilion Elder Li Xinchen.

What was inside the jade bottle was Xiao Qiang's excrement. Ye Feng had prepared quite a few for the Life and Death Arena this time, so he had filled dozens of jade bottles with Xiao Qiang's excrement.

When he was injured for the first time, he did not immediately repair his palm. Rather, he wanted to use this to numb Ruan Jialin, and then fix his palm when he was caught unawares. He took advantage of Ruan Jialin's shock and carelessness to kill him in one strike.

Who would have thought that Ruan Jialin's dog shit luck would cause a resonance with the Life and Death Arena, forcing Ye Feng to reveal his trump card.

The sword rain that filled the sky fell to the ground and disappeared.

Finally, only one flying sword remained in the air between Ruan Jialin and Ye Feng.

Ruan Jialin was dumbstruck as he watched Ye Feng destroy his ultimate move.

To be able to break such an attack, Ruan Jialin felt really helpless.

Ye Feng calmed himself down. It was so close. If it wasn't for him continuously throwing out the Petrifaction Symbol paper, his palm's healing speed would have simply been unable to keep up with the speed of the pierced hand.

At the final critical moment, he had relied on Ye Feng to throw out a tortoise shell talisman. Only by relying on the perverse defense of the tortoise shell talisman could he resist the sword light that passed through Ye Feng's palm.

Finally, he was able to get past a wave of dangers, but Ye Feng had lost a person to rely on. This kind of tortoise shell talisman could only be used once in twelve hours.

The duel was not over.