The ruffian enters the fairyland

"Since you are in a hurry to die, you can't blame me. ∑Fly㊣≥" Ruan Jialin was annoyed, stepping on the flying sword and posing what he thought was extremely cool, triumphantly accepting the challenge under the arena of life and death. The female disciples cheered and the elders paid attention. I didn't expect Ye Feng to be so ignorant.

With a single finger of the sword formula, another sword on the back leaped out with a "Zheng" sound. Under Ruan Jialin's command, it flew back and forth in the air like a swimming dragon with a cold light.

"Whoosh!" The cold light flashed, and the flying sword stabbed at Ye Feng at a speed beyond the reach of the naked eye.

Ye Feng squinted his eyes slightly, and tried his best to feel the trajectory of the flying sword. Since he couldn't see the flying sword clearly, he should sense it with his mind.

Lowering his waist and bowing his head, he avoided Ruan Jialin's sure blow.

"It's amazing!" Someone under the life-and-death arena couldn't help shouting, at such a speed, with the cultivation base of the energy-gathering period, there was no possibility of dodging, and Ye Feng just dodged it.

"Huh!" Fei Jian turned back and stabbed Ye Feng's back.

"Whoosh!" Ye Feng took a big step to the left side of his body, and the flying sword barely brushed against Ye Feng's ribs, leaving a hole in Ye Feng's clothes. Take a step slower, what the flying sword cut through was not his clothes, but inserted into his ribs from behind, it was heartbreaking, and the battle would be over.

"Ah!" Zhen Xuetian from the audience exclaimed, she saw the danger of Ye Feng at this time.

"Hahaha, let's see where you hide." Ruan Jialin saw that Ye Feng was being forced into a panic by one move, and he was determined that the situation was completely under control.

Stepping on the flying sword proudly, directing another flying sword, every time it is aimed at Ye Feng's chest and back. This part is not only large in size, but also a fatal part. If a sword stabs Ye Feng Ye Feng's arm could be injured but not fatal, and once the flying sword pierced Ye Feng's chest or back, Ye Feng's life would end here.

For a moment, Ye Feng's upper body was surrounded by sword lights, making people dazzled.

Ye Feng tossed and turned, always in dodge, without the slightest strength to fight back, the danger accompanied him all the time.

"Oh! It's over." Everyone drew a full stop to Ye Feng's ending. If this continues, Ye Feng will be exhausted even if he is not pierced by the flying sword. How can a person have so much spiritual energy for consumption? Once the supply of spiritual energy is insufficient, Ruan Jialin's flying sword will pierce Ye Feng mercilessly.

Elder Sun Qi stared at the embarrassed Ye Feng with a solemn expression.

Li Xinchen, the elder of Jiange, twisted his beard with his hands, and looked confident.

"Whoosh!" Feijian went straight to Ye Feng's door, with such a fast speed and strong strength that Ye Feng had nowhere to hide.

After showing off for a while, Ruan Jialin felt that the time had come, the limelight was almost over, and it was time to end the battle. A strong aura focused on the flying sword, "Zheng!" To stab Ye Feng's face.

"Ah!" Seeing that there was no way to escape, Ye Feng roared and slapped Fei Jian with his palm.

Could it be that Ye Feng lost his mind due to the persecution?This thought flashed through everyone's minds, not to mention the energy gathering period, even a monk in the energy refining period would not be able to catch the flying sword of a monk of the same level with his palm, let alone Ruan Jialin's powerful blow.

Everyone felt that this was Ye Feng's last struggle, and the arena of life and death was over.

However, to everyone's surprise, Ye Feng hit the sharpest tip of Feijian with his palm, and what he made was not a "poof" piercing through, but a crisp impact.

"Ding!"

Feijian's sword tip pressed against Ye Feng's palm and couldn't penetrate an inch.

At this time, Ye Feng's palm was like a piece of pig iron, completely resisting Feijian's attack.

Everyone was stunned, completely ignorant of what was happening in front of them. Such a situation was beyond everyone's cognition.

Weird, so weird.

In fact, only Ye Feng knows the mystery here. He has been on guard against Ruan Jialin's flying sword for a long time. The fighting spirit was even stronger, and he had already held a piece of petrified talisman paper in his palm.

He was afraid that if he couldn't dodge Feijian, he used his petrified palm to meet Feijian.

When this imposing sword struck, Ye Feng turned his palm into a petrified state without hesitation.

"I don't believe it anymore." Ruan Jialin was not a kind person either, Ye Feng inspired the cruelty in his heart, and he gathered spiritual energy and concentrated it into the flying sword crazily.

The flying sword suddenly gained momentum, and the hilt of the sword shook to exert force towards Ye Feng.

In the contest of spiritual energy, Ye Feng was at an absolute disadvantage, there was no way to do it.

Ye Feng felt a huge thrust in his palm, and then spread it to his whole body along his arm, and then his body retreated under the thrust.

Ye Feng's feet desperately tried to stand firm, but they couldn't resist the force, and the soles of his feet slid backwards on the ring.

"Stick!" Ye Feng's soles rubbed against the bluestone of the ring, and a burnt smell wafted out.

"Crack!" Ye Feng's palm made a broken sound.

"Crack, click!" The broken sound came continuously, and cracks began to appear on Ye Feng's palm.

A little bit of blood dripped in the broken lines, dripping on the ring, it was so eye-catching.

"Pfft!" Ye Feng's palm finally failed to resist the strength of the flying sword, and the flying sword pierced through his palm.

"Ah!" Ye Feng roared crazily, when Feijian's blade pierced half of his palm, five bloody fingers suddenly moved together.

The fingers that were close together firmly grasped the flying sword, and the other hand suddenly exerted force, hitting the flying sword held in the palm of the right hand.

"Crack!" After the crisp sound, the flying sword held in the palm of Ye Feng's right hand was crushed by Ye Feng's left palm, turning into pieces of scrap iron and thrown on the ground by Ye Feng.

Enduring the severe pain from his palm, Ye Feng looked ferociously, and looked at Ruan Jialin who was stepping on the flying sword.

"Come again!"

A piercing roar shifted everyone's attention from Ye Feng to Ruan Jialin.

It was really wonderful, full of blood and violence, no one thought that at this juncture, Ye Fengfeng gave up one palm and disabled Ruan Jialin's flying sword.

It seems that Ye Feng may not be so easy to defeat, some disciples began to think that Ye Feng won.

Ruan Jialin was also overwhelmed by Ye Feng's aura. This kind of action was really a blow to his aura, and Ruan Jialin felt a little shaken in his heart.

Looking at Ye Feng's palm still dripping with blood, Ruan Jialin was in a trance for a while. If he hadn't possessed a cultivation level that was definitely higher than Ye Feng's, Ruan Jialin would even admit defeat.

"Whoosh!" Leaping down from the flying sword, Ruan Jialin began to look squarely at Qi Ye Feng, put away the contempt just now, and completely regarded Ye Feng as an opponent that needed to be taken seriously.

"Why, you think you can win by destroying one of my flying swords, naive." Ruan Jialin shouted loudly, and at the same time boosted his momentum.

"Sword Dance Mountains and Rivers!" Ruan Jialin's expression was solemn, his eyes fixed on Feijian.

The flying swords shone brightly, suddenly, one flying sword seemed to have turned into tens of thousands, covering the sky above the arena of life and death like covering the sky and the sun, and each flying sword was pointing at Ye Feng.

The piercing cold came, and the disciples who were a little closer to the life and death ring felt their hairs stand on end. It was summer, but there was no warmth at all.

"Well, Ruan Jialin's comprehension is pretty good." Seeing Ruan Jialin unleash his sword dance, the elder Li Xinchen kept nodding his head proudly and said, this is the housekeeping skill of Jiange disciples. With the comprehension of ordinary disciples, it is impossible for them not to have more than five years of cultivation. Show the power of sword dance mountains and rivers.

Looking at the shadow of the sword in front of him, Ye Feng calmly concentrated his attention.

"Slay the enemy with flying swords! Go! Let's end!" Ruan Jialin commanded the flying swords all over the sky to rush towards Ye Feng.

For a moment, it was like a rain of swords all over the sky, and the stars were dotted with cold light, and murderous aura surged.

The ancient arena of life and death seemed to have life in an instant, and with the flying sword, it emitted an overwhelming killing intent.

"This is!"

"That's right, the murderous intent of the life-and-death ring!" Some elder-level masters understood the source of the killing intent. The life-and-death ring has killed countless disciples over the years, and they have experienced countless life-and-death duels. Among them, it was ignited by Ruan Jialin's flying sword many years later.

The murderous intent rushed towards his face, Ye Feng only felt that the whole life and death arena had turned into Ruan Jialin's flying sword, and the strong breath almost broke Ye Feng's body inch by inch.

Well, this Ruan Jialin is really a talented person. Li Xinchen seems to have discovered a treasure that can arouse the killing intent in the ring. Not everyone has this opportunity.

"Aww!" Under the pressure, Ye Feng howled almost like a beast.

"The trapped beast is still fighting!" Li Xinchen's comment was accurate, Ye Feng's performance at this time was that he was dying.

On the other hand, Sun Qi was disheartened. He regretted his carelessness very much. At the beginning, because he saw that Ye Feng was a useless body, he didn't care much about him. Unexpectedly, everyone was shocked by Ye Feng's strong will. If he could pay more attention to Ye Feng, maybe the current situation would no longer be the case. Sun Qi couldn't even bear to see Ye Feng's tragic death, so he closed his eyes.

"Crack!" There was a small sound, something like a bottle was smashed.

Some sharp-eyed disciples noticed that Ye Feng said just now that the bloody right hand was intact, as if it had never been injured.

Then Ye Feng waved his arm, and hit the rain of swords all over the sky with his right hand.

The left hand kept throwing talisman papers to the right hand in his arms, and the petrified talisman papers were quickly blessed on the right hand.

"Dang, dang, dang!" With a piercing impact, Ye Feng put his right hand together with Jian Yu.

"Pfft, puff!" The petrified talisman is not omnipotent, and the sword light also pierced Ye Feng's right hand, but it recovered after the jade bottle thrown by the left hand was broken.

After a while of clanging and clanging, the situation that everyone expected did not appear. It stands to reason that Ye Feng should have been stabbed into a sieve by the rain of swords all over the sky.

Unexpectedly, Ye Feng completely resisted it with his right hand.

And Ye Feng's palm will be repaired immediately if there is even a slight injury.

What's going on, everyone was stunned, including Jiange Elder Li Xinchen.

The jade bottle contained Xiaoqiang's excrement. Ye Feng had prepared a lot for this life-and-death competition. He filled dozens of jade bottles with Xiaoqiang's excrement.

When his palm was injured for the first time, he didn't repair it immediately, but wanted to play a role in paralyzing Ruan Jialin, and then he repaired the palm by surprise, using Ruan Jialin's shock and carelessness to kill him with one blow.

Who would have thought that Ruan Jialin's shit luck today would resonate in the arena of life and death, and Ye Feng had to reveal his trump card.

The rain of swords all over the sky fell on the ground and disappeared.

In the end, there was only one flying sword fixed in the sky between Ruan Jialin and Ye Feng.

Ruan Jialin stared dumbfounded at Ye Feng breaking his special attack.

Even such an attack can be broken, Ruan Jialin is really helpless.

Ye Feng calmed down, he was so nervous, if he hadn't thrown petrified talisman papers one after another, the speed of repairing his palm would not be able to keep up with the speed of being pierced.

At the last critical moment, Ye Feng threw a tortoise shell talisman, relying entirely on the abnormal defense of the tortoise shell talisman to withstand the sword light that missed Ye Feng's palm.

Finally, he survived a wave of danger, but Ye Feng lost a support, this tortoise shell talisman can only be used once within twelve hours.

The duel is not over yet.