Six Realms Immortal Emperor

Xu Jingtian, unarmed, made Qu Feixiong suffer greatly with just a feint.

"How's it going? Can you still catch it?" he asked, feigning concern.

"Hmph! Take this!" Qu Feixiong's face turned cold as he wrapped himself in a flying sword and pounced on Xu Jingtian.

Xu Jingtian actually came to the appointment empty-handed. What a fool! Qu Feixiong sneered inwardly. As long as he could get close to Xu Jingtian, he could end his life with just a few sword strikes.

Xu Jingtian wasn't without magical weapons, but that sharp blade was too powerful and too conspicuous; he didn't want to expose it in front of everyone.

With the advantage of his weapon, Qu Feixiong launched a fierce attack, his flying sword spitting out sharp sword energy as he thrust repeatedly at Xu Jingtian's vital points.

Seeing the flying sword hurtling towards him, Xu Jingtian suddenly retreated, temporarily avoiding its sharp edge.

Qu Feixiong, however, pressed his advantage relentlessly, harboring a deep resentment and eager to behead Xu Jingtian with a single sword strike. He finally unleashed his true skills, his flying sword flashing incessantly as he launched a series of attacks.

The sharp sword energy repeatedly slashed across the ground, leaving marks several feet deep, forcing Xu Jingtian to retreat repeatedly, while Qu Feixiong grew increasingly confident. He was going all out, and estimated that Xu Jingtian wouldn't be able to hold out for long.

"Hahaha, Xu Jingtian, I thought you were all that capable, but it turns out that's all you've got!" Qu Feixiong couldn't help but laugh smugly.

"This seems too unfair! Qu Feixiong is holding a magic weapon, while the other side is unarmed!" A disciple watching spoke up for Xu Jingtian.

"Hmph! There is no such thing as fairness or unfairness among cultivators, especially since it is a life-or-death battle between the two sides. Both sides should try their best and go all out. If the reason is attributed to not having a magic weapon, it can only be said that Xu Jingtian is too stupid!" Another disciple said with some disdain.

Once the two sides enter Feiye Gorge for the final battle, it's as if they've signed a death warrant, and they can only rely on their own abilities. This is an indisputable fact, and all the disciples are fully aware of it.

Therefore, most of the disciples around him nodded secretly upon hearing this, and began to worry about Xu Jingtian's situation.

Although Qu Feixiong's attacks were fierce, they posed no threat to Xu Jingtian, who handled them with ease. In fact, the fiercer Qu Feixiong's attacks were, the happier Xu Jingtian was. Since his cultivation had improved, it was rare to have someone to practice with, which was a good opportunity to test his current strength.

Faced with Qu Feixiong's increasingly ferocious attacks, Xu Jingtian revealed a disdainful expression and said indifferently, "Tch, isn't it a bit premature for you to say such things now? Defeat me first!"

"Hahaha, is that so! Even if you kneel down and beg for mercy later, I still won't let you off!" Qu Feixiong roared angrily, his words full of threat.

Qu Feixiong was truly enraged. At this moment, all the disciples' eyes widened, staring intently at Xu Jingtian in the arena. No one wanted to miss the spectacle of him being tortured to death.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Qu Feixiong roared continuously, his flying sword flashing dozens of times, not giving Xu Jingtian a chance to catch his breath, but each time he failed and almost hit Xu Jingtian.

Xu Jingtian, who had been dodging the attack, maintained a smile as he looked at Qu Feixiong, whose offensive was slowing down, and said mockingly, "Come on, is that all you've got?"

Qu Feixiong had just said those words, and now Xu Jingtian was turning the tables on him, which was incredibly ironic. Qu Feixiong was extremely displeased and felt very embarrassed, but he was helpless against Xu Jingtian. He could only roar angrily, "Xu Jingtian, you're courting death! This day next year will be your death anniversary!"

As he spoke, Qu Feixiong stomped forward with both feet, and with a bang, he flew into the air. His flying sword locked onto Xu Jingtian, who was several feet away. This attack was executed in one go, full of a sense of indomitable courage and unstoppable spirit.

"Good!" the disciples watching shouted. Some disciples who were closer to the battle felt a chill and couldn't help but shrink back. If this move had happened to them, they would have been dead for sure.

Qu Feixiong was finally provoked by Xu Jingtian and unleashed his full power.

"That's more like it!" Xu Jingtian looked at Qu Feixiong, who was rapidly approaching, and his smile disappeared, replaced by a serious expression. As he spoke, Xu Jingtian's arms moved quickly, and his fists flew everywhere. He instantly unleashed a powerful aura, transforming into a wild and ferocious beast as he charged towards Qu Feixiong.

He wanted to use the pressure from Qu Feixiong to force himself to take action and train in adversity, which was much faster than cultivating on his own. He was gradually unleashing the power of the sixth level.

"Ah!?" The onlookers erupted in surprise once again. There was no way to withstand Qu Feixiong's attack head-on; the only option was to dodge. If Xu Jingtian rushed forward like that, he'd be lucky to escape without being pierced through the heart by Qu Feixiong's flying sword!

However, what surprised them even more was yet to come. With a wave of Xu Jingtian's bare hands, he stirred the surrounding spiritual energy, causing subtle changes in the arena. This feeling was quite wondrous, and it was the first time Xu Jingtian had experienced the exhilaration of increased spiritual power.

Qu Feixiong on the field was also shocked. His rapidly advancing figure suddenly felt a strong pressure, and his chest felt so painful that he wanted to vomit blood. The flying sword in his hand weakened by three points.

"What kind of magic is this?" Qu Feixiong asked, somewhat puzzled.

Xu Jingtian certainly wouldn't tell him that this was just the spiritual power he released through his palm. If Qu Feixiong knew, he would definitely be so ashamed that he would vomit blood on the spot.

"Guess!" With a cold shout from Xu Jingtian, he suddenly exchanged his true energy, reversed his spiritual power, crossed his hands, and slapped the flying sword in Qu Feixiong's hand.

At this moment, Qu Feixiong's offensive had ended, so he had no choice but to retract his flying sword and prepare for the next move.

The onlookers were all astonished. Xu Jingtian was actually going to confront a sharp flying sword head-on with just his bare hands. No matter how powerful Xu Jingtian's magic was, how could he possibly win against a flying sword?

"You're courting death!" Qu Feixiong laughed wildly inwardly, increasing the force of his flying sword as he changed direction and slashed at Xu Jingtian's palm. Xu Jingtian's actions were tantamount to suicide.

Xu Jingtian revealed a mocking smile. He first spread his arms to the sides, then his wrists moved as nimbly as a small snake, making it impossible for the opponent's flying sword to pinpoint his true location.

Qu Feixiong's flying sword was not as nimble as his hand. He followed closely behind with a series of thrusts, but his spiritual power was ultimately limited. After more than ten thrusts, he ran out of spiritual power, and his swordplay slowed down.

"This is the moment I've been waiting for!" Xu Jingtian calculated in his mind, suddenly activating the Golden Sun True Skill in his hands, and fiercely grabbed at the flying sword.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

The countless palm shadows almost obscured Qu Feixiong's vision, rushing towards him with the sound of wind breaking.

Qu Feixiong had exhausted his spiritual energy and was about to replenish it when Xu Jingtian grabbed the flying sword with both hands. He sneered inwardly; as soon as Qu Feixiong's hands touched the flying sword, he could easily sever his fingers by the root with a simple twist!