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"It's impossible."

Ju Douluo just glanced at Feng Bailong and Yan Bao, and then turned his attention to the martial arts field, especially the battle between Arhat and Feng Jiye. "This windy night is really a genius."

Feng Bailong and the other two didn't pay much attention to the compliments.

Because now, what comes to their minds is Ju Douluo's half-smiling smile. They must discuss whether the two major sects should attach themselves to Wuhun Palace.

"Brother Yan, let's talk."

Feng Bailong sighed and glanced at Ju Douluo.

Then he stretched out his hand and signaled Yanbang to come to the side to talk.

Watching the two people leave, Ju Douluo just glanced at them and then stopped paying attention. Because in his opinion, what the two sect leaders talked about was no longer important. Because anyone who is smart can see that joining the Spirit Hall is the best thing.

Immediately, his eyes turned to the martial arts arena again.

After a while, he murmured: "That Feng Jiye's talent is really amazing. Can he become the next Kendo Chenxin?"

……

"What an amazing defense."

Watching your own attack, it is difficult to build a project.

Even in the indifferent Feng Jiye, his expression changed slightly.

Even his attitude began to change at this time.

The third soul ring lit up, and at this moment, Arhat punched out again with lightning speed. But this time, before Arhat could touch Feng Jiye, Feng Jiye's third soul skill landed on Arhat's fist.

Although the third soul skill's attack was extremely harsh and landed directly on the Arhat's body, it did not have the real feeling of hitting flesh and blood. Because - iron block, deliberately armed!

At the last moment, Arhat made a timely response with the help of your fighting consciousness. By mobilizing the muscles of the whole body and covering the position where the wind sword falls, the weapon is deliberately deployed and defended. Even when the wind sword is extremely cold, the coldness of the sword energy can be weakened the moment before it hits!

But even so, Arhat's continuous attacks were blocked. Seizing this opportunity, Feng Jiye subconsciously clenched the hilt of his sword. But just when he was about to attack...

Feeling the crisis, Arhat Iron Fist paused slightly.

But then, the crown of his teeth clenched and his muscles bulged.

For a moment, there was even a shuddering light in the Arhat's eyes. He endured the stagnation and mobilized his muscles like an iron block. He forcibly pointed his finger at Feng Jiye.

Suddenly, in Feng Jiye's unbelievable eyes.

The movement that should have been blocked actually started moving again.

But what shocked him even more was that Arhat's finger activated the soul skill in an unbelievable way.

Deliberately armed and covered with golden light, a strong soul power passed along the fingers and reached the fingertips. The next second...

"Flying fingers and gun!"

Shock waves the size of a finger suddenly formed.

Abandoning defense, the power of deliberate weapons and six-type finger guns exploded simultaneously. Feng Jiye was hit before he could react!

"Bang bang bang... buzz-boom!"

The blood swords shot out one after another, and the whole person was blown away.

The smoke and dust were even more stirred up.

When several disciples from Fengjian Sect saw this scene, they frowned and became worried about their young sect master.

But obviously, their worries were unnecessary.

Standing up in the dust all over the sky, the wind stopped the flowing blood. Feeling the changes in his body, the pain from the impact of the "Flying Finger Gun" seemed to remind him all the time. At the same time, there was a little more solemnity in his eyes.

"It is indeed very powerful. It seems that I need to use the fourth soul skill."

Opposite the Arhat, he glanced at the bloodstains on his fists that were deep enough to see the bones but were already healing, and then glanced at the Queen of Feng Jiye. The smile on the corners of the Arhat's lips did not diminish.

It turned out that just now, after he attacked Feng Jiye with a flying finger gun, Feng Jiye reacted and swung the wind sword in time, injecting soul power to the maximum extent, and slashed out with one sword.

This left a scar on the Arhat's hand.

At this moment, adrenaline was secreted at a high speed that was far beyond the endurance of ordinary people. Under the stimulation, the Arhat's fighting spirit soared again!

So he took another step forward.

But someone's action was faster.

Feng Jiye's eyes were staring at him coldly.

"The fourth soul skill, heavy sword without edge!"

As the purple light shines, Feng Jiye still holds the wind sword. But his momentum also changed at this time. Especially the wind sword in his hand gave him a different feeling.

If you say before, it was like a wind blade.

Now, it's like a mountain.

"Let me show you a different sword!"

After saying that, Feng Jiye, who was holding swords in both hands, moved.

Although his speed is much slower than before, he feels more powerful than all previous attacks.

The seemingly slow and heavy wind sword immediately swept across.

As the wind sword slowly swept across, a ravine several meters deep appeared on the solid ground, and it continued to extend as Feng Jiye's figure slid, getting deeper and deeper!

The moment Feng Jiye flashed out, the Arhat moved as if being pulled by the air.

He felt the power of this blow, and if he were to dodge it, it would be easy with his speed. But it would be a pity if he didn't try such a powerful attack himself.

His left foot suddenly took a step forward, but it did not rush out like Feng Jiye. The moment his left foot landed, a low muffled sound burst out from the ground.

The body is half turned and the fists are clenched.

It seemed that everything was well-rehearsed. When the wind sword finally swept across, Arhat's body finally turned around, and his golden right fist suddenly collided with the tip of the wind sword.

When the fists and swords met, the air in a radius of more than ten square meters seemed to collapse with the collision point as the center, and everything became distorted and unreal.

Although, this only lasted a moment.

The fist and sword were in a stalemate for about a second after the collision.

The next moment, a violent roar suddenly exploded.

"boom--"

Centered at the point where the two collisions occurred, cracks and collapses appeared on the ground, which instantly extended to the periphery, extending to a diameter of more than ten meters before gradually converging.

Arhat and Feng Jiye also flew away at the same time.

At this moment, Feng Jiye held the hilt of the Fengjian tightly with both hands. The tiger's mouth was dripping with blood, and it no longer looked as elegant as before.

The Arahant's situation is much better than him. To be precise, it was just embarrassing.

Although the entire sleeve of his right arm had completely exploded from the impact just now, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.

However, such injuries are nothing.

It only takes one meal to recover.