"(Free.) 'Since you're in a hurry to die, don't blame me then.' Ruan Jialin was furious in his heart, standing on the flying sword with an air of unmatched coolness, proudly accepting the cheers and attention from the female disciples and elders below the life-and-death arena, when suddenly Ye Feng, this guy, turned out to be so uncooperative."

  With a sword finger grasp, another treasure sword behind him "Dang" flew out, under Ruan Jialin's command, swallowing cold light in the air like a flying dragon.

  "Whoosh!" The cold gleam flashed by, and the flying sword shot towards Ye Feng at a speed that was imperceptible to the naked eye.

  Ye Feng narrowed his eyes and concentrated on sensing the trajectory of the flying sword, since he couldn't see it clearly, he used his spiritual sense to feel its movement.

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

  "How formidable!" someone in the arena couldn't help but exclaim, this speed, with his cultivation at the Gathering Qi stage, there was simply no way to dodge, yet Ye Feng had dodged it.

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

  "Whoosh!" Ye Feng took a big step to the left, the flying sword barely grazing his ribs, leaving a gash on his clothes. It was a close call; if Ye Feng had been a fraction of a second slower, the sword would have sliced through his clothes and into his ribs from behind, ending the fight with a fatal blow.

  "Ah!" exclaimed Zhen Xuetian from under the stage, she saw the danger that Ye Feng was in at this moment.

  "Haha, see where you hide." Ruan Jialin saw that with one move, Ye Feng was forced to be busy and flustered, his heart was greatly settled, the situation was completely under control.

  Triumphant, he stepped on the flying sword and directed another flying sword. Each time, it was aimed at Ye Feng's chest and back, which not only had a large area but also were fatal spots. If one sword stabbed Ye Feng's arm, it could injure him but wouldn't be fatal. However, once the flying sword stabbed Ye Feng's chest or back, his life would end there.

  For a moment, Ye Feng's upper body was surrounded by sword light, dazzling people's eyes.

  Ye Feng dodged and weaved, always on the defensive, without any chance to counterattack, danger following him constantly.

  "Alas! It's all over." Everyone had already put a period to Ye Feng's fate. At this rate, even if Ye Feng wasn't pierced by the flying sword, he would still be exhausted to death. How could one person have so much spiritual energy to consume? Once his spiritual energy became insufficient, Ruan Jialin's flying sword would mercilessly pierce him.

  Elder Sun Qi's expression was solemn, staring at Ye Feng who looked disheveled.

  The elder of Jianmen, Li Xincen, was twirling his mustache with a confident look.

  "Whoosh!" The flying sword shot straight at Ye Feng's face, its speed and power leaving him no room to dodge or evade.

  Ruan Jialin, after showing off a bit, felt that it was time to end the battle. A strong surge of spiritual energy flowed into the flying sword, "Clang!" The flying sword shone brightly, carrying an unstoppable momentum, and was about to stab Ye Feng's face.

  "Ah!" Ye Feng saw no way to dodge, let out a loud roar, and slapped his palm towards the flying sword.

  Was Ye Feng driven to the point of insanity? This thought flashed through everyone's mind. To say nothing of the Gathering Qi stage, even a Cultivating Qi stage cultivator wouldn't be able to use their palm to catch a flying sword from a same-level cultivator, let alone Ruan Jialin's powerful strike.

  Everyone thought this was Ye Feng's last struggle, and the life-and-death arena would end here.

  However, what shocked everyone was that the tip of the flying sword, which was supposed to be the sharpest, did not make a "puff" sound as it pierced through Ye Feng's palm, but instead made a clear and crisp impact.

  "Ding!"

  The sword tip of Fei Jian was pressed against Ye Feng's palm and couldn't advance an inch.

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

  Everyone was stunned and completely bewildered by what was happening before their eyes, a situation that had already exceeded everyone's cognitive range.

  Weird, too weird.

  Actually, the secret inside was only known to Ye Feng himself. He had long been prepared for Ruan Jialin's flying sword. Although Ruan Jialin's cultivation shocked Ye Feng as soon as he stepped onto the stage, Ye Feng did not lose his rationality and fighting spirit. Instead, his will to fight became even stronger, and in his palm, he was already holding a petrification talisman paper.

  He feared that he might not be able to dodge the flying sword, so he used his petrified palm to meet it.

  When this imposing sword strike came, Ye Feng didn't hesitate and directly turned his palm into a petrified state.

  "I don't believe it." Ruan Jialin was not a kind person either, and Ye Feng's words ignited the cruel intention in his heart, gathering spiritual energy to frantically infuse into the flying sword.

  The flying sword suddenly gained momentum, its hilt shaking as it shot towards Ye Feng with force.

  In terms of spiritual energy, Ye Feng was at a complete disadvantage, which was an unavoidable situation.

  Ye Feng's palm felt a huge thrust, which then spread along his arm into his entire body, and his body retreated backward under the thrust.

  Ye Feng's feet desperately tried to stand firm, but couldn't withstand this force, his soles sliding backwards on the arena floor.

  "Whoosh!" The soles of Ye Feng's shoes scraped against the bluestone platform, releasing a strong burning smell.

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

  "Ka, ka!" The sound of shattering continued to come, and cracks began to appear on Ye Feng's palm.

  Dripping with blood in fragments, sprinkled on the arena, is so eye-catching.

  "Pffft!" Ye Feng's palm finally couldn't withstand the force of the flying sword, and it pierced through his palm.

  "Ah!" Ye Feng's frantic roar, as the flying sword pierced through his palm halfway, five blood-soaked fingers suddenly converged together.

  The fingers of one hand tightly grasped the flying sword, and the other hand suddenly exerted force, striking the flying sword held in the palm of his right hand.

  "Clang!" After the crisp sound, the flying sword held in Ye Feng's right palm was shattered by Ye Feng's left hand, turning into pieces of scrap iron that were thrown to the ground.

  Enduring the intense pain transmitted from his palm, Ye Feng's face was twisted in a grimace as he glared at Ruan Jialin who was stepping on the flying sword.

  "Come again!"

  A thunderous roar that shook everyone's soul shifted all eyes from Ye Feng to Ruan Jialin.

  What a wonderful scene, full of blood and violence. No one expected that at this critical moment, Ye Feng would sacrifice a palm to render Ruan Jialin's flying sword useless.

  It seems that Ye Feng is not necessarily so easy to defeat, and some disciples begin to think that Ye Feng will win.

  Ruan Jialin was also shocked by Ye Feng's momentum, and this approach was indeed a blow to his morale. A hint of wavering appeared in Ruan Jialin's heart.

  Looking at Ye Feng's palm still dripping with fresh blood, Ruan Jialin was stunned for a moment. If he didn't have absolute cultivation higher than Ye Feng, Ruan Jialin would even admit defeat.

  "Whoosh!" With a leap from the flying sword, Ruan Jialin began to take Ye Feng seriously, putting away his earlier underestimation and treating him as an opponent who needed to be dealt with sincerely.

  "You think you can win just by destroying one of my flying swords? How naive." Ruan Jialin shouted loudly, also boosting his own morale.

  "Xian Wu Shan He!" Ruan Jialin's expression was solemn, his eyes fixed tightly on the flying sword.

  The flying sword's light flashed in all directions, and in an instant, one flying sword seemed to have turned into tens of millions, covering the sky and shading the sun, hovering above the life-and-death arena, with every single flying sword pointing towards Ye Feng.

  A chill ran down their spines, and the disciples who were slightly closer to the life-and-death arena all felt their hairs stand on end. It was midsummer, yet there wasn't a hint of warmth.

  "Hmm, Ruan Jialin's comprehension is not bad." Seeing Ruan Jialin perform the Sword Dance of Mountains and Rivers, Elder Li Xincheng nodded his head in satisfaction, saying that this was the signature skill of the Sword Pavilion disciples. With ordinary disciples' comprehension, without more than five years of cultivation, it would be impossible to display the power of the Sword Dance of Mountains and Rivers.

  Looking at the faint and real sword shadow in front of him, Ye Feng was calm and focused, his attention fully concentrated.

  "Fly sword, slash enemy! Go! End it!" Ruan Jialin commanded the flying swords to rush towards Ye Feng.

  For a moment, it was as if a rain of swords had fallen from the sky, with stars twinkling and carrying a cold gleam, and a surge of murderous intent.

  The ancient arena of life and death seemed to have come alive in an instant, as the flying swords emitted a pervasive killing intent.

  "This is it!"

  "That's right, the killing intent of the life-and-death arena!" Some elder-level masters understood where the killing intent came from. The life-and-death arena had witnessed countless disciples losing their lives over the years and had experienced innumerable life-and-death battles, with the killing intent generated by past duels infusing into the arena, only to be ignited by Ruan Jialin's flying sword many years later.

  A killing intent filled the air, and Ye Feng felt that the entire arena had turned into Ruan Jialin's flying sword. The intense aura almost made Ye Feng's body shatter inch by inch.

  "Hmm, this Ruan Jialin is indeed a talented individual. Li Xincheng seems to have discovered a treasure, able to stir up the intent to kill in a life-or-death duel. Not everyone has this opportunity, it's not determined by one's level of cultivation, but rather by their luck."

  "Ah!" Ye Feng let out a beast-like howl under pressure.

  "A dying beast is still struggling!" Li Xincheng's comment was apt, for at this moment, Ye Feng's performance was like a last-ditch effort.

  Sun Qi's face was ashen, he regretted his carelessness, originally because he saw that Ye Feng was a waste, he didn't pay much attention to him, unexpectedly Ye Feng's strong will shocked everyone, if only he had paid more attention to Ye Feng, maybe the situation wouldn't be like this now, Sun Qi couldn't bear to look at Ye Feng's miserable appearance, closing his eyes.

  "Bang!" A small sound, like something like a bottle being smashed.

  A sharp-eyed disciple found that Ye Feng's right hand, which was previously covered in blood and flesh, had returned to its original state, as if it had never been injured.

  Ye Feng swung his arm and struck out with his right hand at the sword rain filling the sky.

  The left hand in the bosom continuously throws talismans to the right hand, and the petrified talismans are quickly added to the right hand.

  "Dang, dang, dang!" A piercing crash, Ye Feng's right hand merged with Sword Rain.

  "Pffft, pffft!" The petrification talisman wasn't omnipotent, and the sword light pierced through Ye Feng's right hand. However, it recovered as before after the jade bottle shattered from his left hand.

  After a series of clangs and clashes, the expected outcome did not occur. Logically speaking, Ye Feng should have been pierced through by the sword rain like a sieve.

  Who would have thought that Ye Feng completely blocked it with his right hand.

  And as soon as Ye Feng's palm was injured even a little bit, it would be immediately healed.

  What's going on? Everyone was stunned, including Li Xincheng, the elder of Jian Ge.

  The jade bottles were filled with Xiao Qiang's excrement, and Ye Feng had prepared for this life-and-death battle, filling dozens of jade bottles with Xiao Qiang's excrement.

  When his palm was first injured, he didn't immediately heal it, but instead wanted to use it to numb Ruan Jialin, and then suddenly heal his palm, taking advantage of Ruan Jialin's shock and carelessness to kill him with one blow.

  Who would have thought that Ruan Jialin's good luck today would trigger a resonance of life and death, forcing Ye Feng to reveal this trump card.

  Swords rain down from the sky and disappear into the ground.

  In the end, only one flying sword was left suspended in mid-air between Ruan Jialin and Ye Feng.

  Ruan Jialin stared blankly at Ye Feng as he broke through his ultimate move.

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

  Ye Feng calmed his mind and thought to himself, "It's a good thing I managed to throw out the petrification talismans in time. If not, my palm wouldn't have been able to heal fast enough to keep up with the speed at which it was being pierced."

  In the end, Ye Feng relied on a tortoise shell symbol to defend against the sword's edge that had slipped past his palm.

  They finally survived a crisis, but Ye Feng lost a prop. This tortoise shell symbol can only be used once within twelve hours.

  The duel is not over yet.