Chapter 1290 The Death-Breaking Soul Sword Formation
Lu Feiyu stared at Ji Tianxing with splitting eyes, and his whole body was filled with angry flames.
Half of the dozen elders and deacons were killed by Ji Tianxing!
The six surviving strong men were also covered in blood and seriously injured.
They were already frightened out of their wits. Even if they stayed to fight, it would be of no use and they would not be able to hurt Ji Tianxing at all.
Thinking of this, Lu Feiyu launched nine blazing white divine eyes and flew in all directions.
"Whoosh!"
In the blink of an eye, nine divine eyes fell on the surrounding night, lighting up the sky with white light.
A huge white sky appeared, covering a radius of sixty miles, trapping him and Ji Tianxing inside.
This is exactly the realm of Lu Feiyu’s soul.
As for the injured elders and deacons, they had already fled the battlefield and rushed to the sect eight hundred miles away to report the news.
In the Soul Realm, Lu Feiyu stood on the night sky and stared at Ji Tianxing expressionlessly, his eyes dark red, as if he was possessed by a demon.
His clothes were ragged, his hair was disheveled, and there was still a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, and he looked a little embarrassed.
But his injuries were not serious, his combat power was well preserved, and there was still terrifying power brewing in his body.
He and Ji Tianxing were the only two people left within a radius of dozens of miles.
He stared at Ji Tianxing and said in a cold tone: "Ji Tianxing! I have to admit that you are the youngest and most evil genius I have ever seen!
With your talent and strength, you will definitely be able to dominate the entire Tianxuan Continent, and you may even become the Supreme Soul in the near future."
Ji Tianxing also temporarily stopped attacking and stood still in the night sky thousands of feet away from him, facing him with his sword.
After listening to Lu Feiyu's words, he raised a playful smile and said: "It is a certainty that I will become the Supreme Soul, and you don't need to comment.
But you, the Sword King of the East China Sea, do not live up to your reputation. It is really disappointing!
When it comes to swordsmanship, you are not even as good as me!"
Ji Tianxing's words were like sharp knives, piercing Lu Feiyu's heart, making him extremely humiliated and angry.
However, what Ji Tianxing didn't expect was that Lu Feiyu didn't fight back furiously.
He actually endured this tone and said in a deep and expressionless voice: "Ji Tianxing, it's not good for you or me if we continue to fight at this point.
This sect has been passed down for more than two thousand years, so it is not as simple as it seems, and it also has trump cards and killer moves that you can't expect.
You can be called the number one genius in the mainland. It would be a pity if you died here..."
Ji Tianxing raised his eyebrows, looked at him playfully, and asked: "Lu Feiyu, what do you mean? Do you want to sue for peace?"
"No, it's not about asking for peace!" Lu Feiyu shook his head and said in a majestic and low tone: "It's about negotiating a solution that is beneficial to everyone."
"Haha... interesting." Ji Tianxing smiled and said in a playful tone: "Then tell me, how can it be beneficial to everyone?"
Lu Feiyu said with an arrogant expression: "You have no grievances with this sect. The trouble was all caused by Murong Zheng, but from now on, our sect will not interfere with your grudges with Murong Zheng.
I can give you a way out and let you leave this sect alive.
However, you must keep that black dragon to compensate for the lives of several protectors, elders and deacons of our sect!"
Ji Tianxing immediately laughed and said in a joking tone: "Haha, Murong is your disciple, and those protectors, elders and deacons are your subordinates.
You can disregard their life and death, but you only want to exchange for a black dragon. You are indeed the leader of a sect, and you only think about the overall situation!"
Even a fool can hear the irony in his words.
Lu Feiyu's expression remained unchanged, as if he didn't understand, and said calmly: "Ji Tianxing, you should know that I am not the strongest person in our sect.
No matter how strong you are, you can only be tied with me. If I am determined to kill you, you will never get out alive.
Your life, or that black dragon, choose one of the two, you make the decision!"
Ji Tianxing sneered contemptuously and said: "A robber is indeed a robber! He can still be so plausible in taking plunder, as if he is giving alms to others.
Lu Feiyu, I really admire your shamelessness!"
Hearing this, Lu Feiyu frowned, stared at him coldly, and asked: "So, you don't agree?"
"Of course!" Ji Tianxing said without hesitation: "The black dragon is my pet, why should I give it to you?
As for the death of those protectors, elders and deacons, they were themselves to blame.
The same goes for you. If you know the truth and get out of the way, you can still save a small life.
If you dare to stop me, I will definitely let you die here and your soul will fly away!"
Ji Tianxing's tone was cold, his attitude was very tough, and he exuded incomparable domineering power.
Lu Feiyu's face was livid with anger, his eyes were filled with cold murderous intent, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Ji Tianxing, since you don't have to drink the wine as a penalty, don't blame me for being rude!
I will cut you into pieces, pull out your soul, make it into a puppet, and together with your black dragon, serve as a watchdog for me!"
When he finished speaking, he held the magic formula with both hands, used the secret technique to control the realm of the soul, and launched a fierce attack on Ji Tianxing.
"Death-killing Soul-Severing Sword Formation!"
As his angry shout rang out, 3,600 dark gold sword lights immediately emerged from the blazing white light curtain with a radius of sixty miles.
Each sword light was three feet long, and more than three thousand sword lights flew from all directions, carrying the majestic power of the soul, piercing Ji Tianxing like a rain of arrows.
"Boohoo!"
In an instant, the night sky was covered by golden sword light, and Ji Tianxing's figure was also submerged.
Lu Feiyu stood in the sky, controlled the sword formation with all his strength, strangled Ji Tianxing, and shouted with a ferocious face: "Damn little beast, do you think I will really let you go?
Even if you hand over the black dragon, I will still crush you to ashes!
Our sect has been in the East China Sea for three thousand years and has never been afraid of any powerful person except the imperial courts of various clans.
If you dare to break into this house and start killing people, even if I kill you ten times, it won’t be enough to satisfy you!”
Among the three thousand six hundred golden swords, Ji Tianxing is folding his wings to protect himself.
No matter how those golden swords stabbed and banged on his wings, they could not do anything to him.
However, the power of more than three thousand golden swords is endless. As long as the realm of the soul is not broken, the golden swords will always exist.
He was besieged by golden swords all over the sky for a hundred breaths of time, and then he stopped resisting blindly and began to use his secret skills to fight back.
"God-Killing Spear!"
He suddenly raised his left palm, and the golden mark on the back of his hand released a mysterious flame with terrifying power, spurting out from the palm of his hand.
"Whoosh!"
The mysterious fire pillar condensed into a three-foot-long flame spear. With the momentum to penetrate everything, it instantly passed through the blockade of thousands of golden swords and killed Lu Feiyu.