"Not dead yet?!" Wang Yue looked at the looming figure behind the giant ding with an unbelievable expression, and said with his mouth wide open.

The four demon swords struck with all their strength and retreated safely, according to common sense, even if the cultivation of the Yuan Infant Stage was under the four demon swords, they would be wiped out by the four demon swords!

At this time, the figure behind Xiao Ding, although it was hazy and unclear, but who else was that person besides Ji Fei!

"The four holy swords can't kill him!It seems that we have to wait until Senior Brother Wang Zhuo comes, and with the strength of the two of us, we will leave this person behind!" Wang Yue's face was less shocked, and a smile crossed the corner of his mouth.

His consciousness moved, and it shrouded Ji Fei's body.

"This son's breath is unstable... This is a sign of qi failure, the opportunity will not come again, take this opportunity, maybe I can kill it with one blow!"

"Although the four holy swords did not wipe him out, they must have caused him serious injuries that were difficult to repair, so that with just a single sword from me, I could finish this powerful and arrogant boy. ”

Wang Yue's heart was ruthless, he wiped the storage bag, and an emerald green bead flew out of it, and the green light on it was shining, and a layer of floating runes floated on the surface.

"Hongchen Zhu, this magic weapon is best used to hide the breath, but unfortunately this treasure is only a one-time magic weapon. ”

Swallowing this bead, the body is as light as a feather, like a trace of dust.

Wang Yue's eyes showed a trace of ruthlessness, he opened his mouth, slapped the Tianling Gai, and immediately swallowed the dust bead into his stomach.

The Void King Yue's body moved and disappeared.

When the disciples of the Sword Sect saw Senior Brother Wang Yue's body disappear into the void, they must have known that Senior Brother Wang Yue would take action at this time, and everyone looked at Ji Fei who was meditating cross-legged on the ground, with a hint of cruelty in their eyes.

"Senior Brother Wang Yue's cultivation and magic weapon are definitely not comparable to this kid!"

The Sword Sect brothers' trust in Wang Yue is almost blind, just because Wang Zhuo and Wang Yue are one of the few legendary figures in the Sword Sect.

...

On the ground, a small Ding Youyou hovered in front of Ji Fei, his eyes were closed, and he held a spirit stone in his left and right hands frantically absorbing the spiritual power in it.

His face was originally like dirt, but after a few breaths, he was as red and ugly as a pig's liver, and only after a few breaths did he return to normal.

"The four demon swords swept over, although their power was grand, but most of their power was resisted by this small ding!"

Ji Fei exhaled and opened his eyes to look at Xiao Ding in front of him.

He was a little empty, and suddenly Xiao Ding flashed in the void and appeared in his hand.

"This Xiao Ding is worthy of the magic weapon that Tianxuanzi once used, and it is really extraordinary. ”

Ji Fei played with Xiao Ding with one hand, his eyes swept over Xiao Ding curiously, Xiao Ding, who could resist the blow of the four demon swords, must be extraordinary. For the first time, he looked at the treasure closely.

"Huh?" he stared at Xiao Dingzhong, whose internal patterns were engraved with runes, undulating, but there were three big characters inscribed on the edge, "Meridian Ding"

This tripod was originally named "Meridian".

Ji Fei suddenly realized, and seemed to inadvertently look towards the void, frowning.

In that place, there seemed to be a trace of spiritual power aura fluctuations, but it was very weak, and it was fleeting.

He didn't dare to underestimate it, stood up, and looked around, except for some junior disciples of the Sword Sect, there were no outsiders.

Ji Fei's consciousness moved, enveloping the four fields, and after a few breaths, his brows relaxed, and he became suspicious......

As soon as he turned around, he was about to fly away, anyway, now that Jian Nantian and Fan Rushen couldn't come back for a while, he didn't have to worry too much.

But, at this moment, a golden spear shot straight into the center of his eyebrows!

The incomparably abrupt arrival of this golden spear made Ji Fei's heart tremble, and a trace of blood red suddenly appeared in the center of his eyebrows.

"It's a Killing Spear!"

"Sure enough, it's Senior Brother Wang Yue, as soon as the big killing spear comes out, he laughs at my peers!"

At this moment, the disciple of the Sword Sect was relieved and exhaled a breath, which was a breath of relief.

At the door of the Sword Sect, Ji Fei overturned the river and the sea, and their faces were very faceless. With this spear, though, everything will change!

"Poke him!"

"A spear poked a bloody hole in his head......" The clamor was endless, and with a crisp clang, the sound of the noise came to an abrupt end.

I saw a black shadow flash in the void, and Wang Yue held the golden killing spear in his hand, like a god, and a spear was against Ji Fei's eyebrows.

Drops of blood flew out along Ji Fei's white forehead...

This blood is not red, but black as ink, ink blood!

After a brief silence, a hula cheer resounded through the void.

"Senior Brother Wang Yue is doing well!"

"Finally killed this pervert!"

"Look at that pervert, the blood is black!"

......

The disciples of the Sword Sect below cheered, but they didn't notice that Wang Yue and Ji Fei were still standing opposite each other in the void!

In the void, Wang Yue was in a cold sweat at this time.

At this time, he was the only one who felt a hint of weirdness...

The hand holding the Golden Killing Spear wanted to use a trace of strength to pick Ji Fei away, but this arm was like a noodle, soft everywhere and unable to exert a trace of strength.

Wang Yue wanted to take away the Golden Killing Spear, but found that the Golden Killing Spear couldn't move a single bit!

Fear, a feeling called fear haunted him.

Wang Yue was dripping with cold sweat, the expression in his eyes changed several times, and he lowered his head to look at the golden killing spear he was holding, wanting to abandon this war spear that he had used all his life.

However, Wang Yue was surprised to find that his arm could no longer move at this time.

The expression on Wang Yue's face was no longer the relaxed look he had before, and he looked at Ji Fei with a little fear and doubt.

It's just that after he took a look, a deep regret arose in his heart!

At this time, when he saw Ji Fei's face, there was a trace of black aura like light ink. His eyes were as black as ink, and he didn't blink at all, looking at Wang Yue coldly.

At the center of his eyebrows, a few drops of ink-like blood that had originally oozed out suddenly volatilized in the void and were sucked into his nostrils again.

Wang Yue's body was clearly trembling faintly, and under Ji Fei's flashing black pupils, Wang Yue felt the muscles on his body tense for a while, as if they were about to shatter.

Fear, fear!

Every minute, every second is frantically devouring Wang Yue's nerves...

His mind, under Ji Fei's cold gaze, was already blank and blank.

"Who is this?"

After the boundless and endless fear, Wang Yue's heart palpitated, but at this time, he remembered for no reason that the breath of this person in front of him and Ji Fei was suddenly different.

Although Ji Fei is strong, he hasn't reached this terrifying realm...... Just a glance didn't make him want to rebel.

Wang Yue twitched, wanting to leave Ji Fei's side, although he was extremely frightened, he was unwilling.

A hoarse, ghost-like voice squeezed out of Ji Fei's throat:

"Die..."

This sound was not much vigorous, but it was endlessly chilling in Wang Yue's ears.

This sound, like Nine Heavens Xuan Bing, made people cold to the bone.

"Ji Fei, when did he become so powerful......

Wang Yue looked down, but saw a layer of cold qi wrapped around the golden killing spear, faint, like light ink, at this time, it was like a snake wrapped around Wang Yue's arm!

Wang Yue's pupils were getting bigger and bigger, his face had turned into a frightened look, and he knew in his heart what would happen if this black aura met his arm.

"No ......"

A long roar pierced the sky, and the disciples of the Sword Sect who were cheering discovered the strangeness on Wang Yue's body, and when they looked closely, they saw a trace of pitch-black aura wrapped around Wang Yue's arm.

The black aura lingered, and the arm disappeared into the void for no reason.

And just like that, it's gone!

Accompanied by Wang Yue's mournful wail, the corners of Ji Fei's mouth on the opposite side crossed a trace of cruel pleasure.

Wang Yue didn't dare to look directly at Ji Fei's face, but at this moment, he sincerely regretted it in his heart, this person was not a demon, but a god of death!

Wang Yue knew that he was going to die, and his heart was unwilling...

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared beside him, and with a kick, Wang Yue's body flew out upside down, and the black aura that lingered on his arm turned into a streamer and shot into the void.

The void shatters for no reason... Annihilation, repair, as if nothing had happened.

"Fellow Daoist, be merciful!"

Wang Yue looked at the disappeared arm, and after seeing the person clearly, he hurriedly shouted: "Big brother, retreat!"

The person who came was Wang Zhuo.

This person has fairy bones, eyebrows like swords, eyes like stars, and his appearance is the same as Wang Yue, but he is more sophisticated and mature.

Wang Zhuo glanced at Ji Fei, and after seeing his face clearly, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

At this moment, he seemed to fall into an ice cave.

"Let's go!"

After a few breaths, Wang Zhuo was dripping in cold sweat, he stepped out, came to Wang Yue's side, helped Wang Yue up, turned into two streamers and disappeared into the sky.

"Let's go!" Wang Yue's terrible cry echoed in the sky, and he said it to the disciples of the Sword Sect.

All this happened, and the disciples of the Sword Sect were still immersed in the joy of Senior Brother Wang Yue's spear poking Ji Fei, but at this time, they saw Wang Zhuo and Senior Brother Wang Yue fleeing in embarrassment.

At this point, it seems to have an illusion that it is not real.

The disciples of the Sword Sect, some of them are clever, as if they have understood something, and they have already walked. And some of the sluggish ones looked into the void, but saw that a layer of black aura lingered on the golden killing spear, and the breeze swept by, turning into powder.

Only then did they understand what had happened, and fled with their flying swords.

Ji Fei stood in the void, slowly standing in the void, he looked at everyone, his facial expression, just said a faint word: "Death..."