"Go!" Feng Jingyu said immediately.

Xiaobai, Yuan Ze, and Long Zichen left quickly.

They have already discussed that once the people in King Jiang City are trapped, the three of them will leave first. Feng Jingyu must support the formation here.

Moreover, Feng Jingyu himself had Soul King A and Soul King Sword, so he still had the means to save his life.

Feng Jingyu rushed into the formation, wearing the Soul King Armor, holding the Soul King Sword, and then swung the sword to kill the middle-aged man.

Although the middle-aged man was restrained by the banned football formation, he was still a strong soul martial artist, and wanted to kill the middle-aged man, which was still impossible for Feng Jingyu at this realm.

The middle-aged man trembled all over, and a powerful moment burst out, coldly said: "Can you trap me just with a formation like yours?"

The middle-aged man's spirit aura burst out, but just after he exploded, he suddenly discovered that his spirit aura was being absorbed by the formation, becoming part of the formation's power, and used to trap him.

Feng Jingyu held the Soul King Sword without hesitation and slashed it down. The sword light of the Soul King sword slashed towards the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man used his soul energy to resist, shaking Feng Jingyu's sword light. Up.

Feng Jingyu held the Soul King Sword in one hand and wiped the other hand on the Soul King Sword. He cut his palm and used his own blood to feed the Soul King Sword, hoping to revive the Soul King Sword.

The Soul King Sword is a sacred weapon. If it can be recovered, its power is absolutely terrifying, and it can definitely kill a middle-aged man.

The Soul King Sword was stained with Feng Jingyu's blood, but there was still no response. Feng Jingyu felt a little helpless. He originally had a fascination with the Soul King Sword, but it was completely shattered now.

"Boy, you are dead today." The middle-aged man shouted, and a terrifying force rushed out, directly breaking the ban.

The middle-aged man broke through the formation, and then killed Feng Jingyu.

The speed was extremely terrifying, Feng Jingyu was shocked, and immediately dodged quickly, while resisting with the Soul King Sword.

Bang!

Feng Jingyu's entire body flew out. Fortunately, with the Soul King armor body and the Soul King Sword, Feng Jingyu was able to survive after receiving a blow from the middle-aged man.

"Boy, it seems that your armor is indeed good, but it still can't save your life." The middle-aged man snorted coldly, and then rushed to Feng Jingyu again.

Feng Jingyu's expression was extremely ugly. With the strength of the fifth level of his Soul Sect, it was indeed too difficult to deal with this Soul Martial Realm.

But fortunately, Feng Jingyu still has the power of Thunder in his body. If it fails in the end, he can only use the power of Thunder to make the final fight.

When the middle-aged man came, Feng Jingyu waved the Soul King Sword and slashed it. The sword aura of the Soul King Sword slammed out, but it was so vulnerable in front of the middle-aged man.

The sword aura shattered, and the middle-aged man smashed towards Feng Jingyu.

Feng Jingyu is already operating the power of Thunder secretly, this is also his last force of Thunder, I don't know when the power of Thunder will appear next time.

The middle-aged man blasted out with a punch, and Feng Jingyu's body flew out again. Under the resistance of the Soul King A, he still blocked all the power.

The middle-aged man was also shocked. With a blow like this, the armor was able to block all the power. This armor was absolutely extraordinary.

The middle-aged man's eyes were greedy, and then the soul in his hand quickly condensed two balls, his body flashed in an instant, and he came to Feng Jingyu in the blink of an eye.

The middle-aged man blasted towards Feng Jingyu again, and Feng Jingyu's body flew out like a kite with a broken wire.

Then, the middle-aged man appeared in front of Feng Jingyu, grabbed Feng Jingyu's neck, and lifted Feng Jingyu up.

"Fight with me, even if you have such an armor, you will still die." The middle-aged man said coldly.

Feng Jingyu felt that he couldn't breathe anymore, his hand slowly raised, and then pointed at the middle-aged man's face.

The middle-aged man didn't care about Feng Jingyu's movements at all. For him, Feng Jingyu no longer poses any threats. He is completely under control. As long as he uses a little bit more force, he can break Feng Jingyu's actions. neck.

However, he was completely wrong.

The power of thunder that Feng Jingyu had prepared for a long time suddenly burst out, and instantly passed his fingertips and went towards the middle-aged man's eyes.

The distance is too close, and Feng Jingyu's other hand is holding the middle-aged man's hand, the middle-aged man has no chance to avoid Feng Jingyu's blow.

The power of thunder rushed out, and the middle-aged man's eyes shrank. Too suddenly, without any defense, the power of thunder rushed into the middle-aged man's eyeballs.

puff!

A burst of blood spurted out, and the middle-aged man's eyeballs exploded directly, and the power of thunder followed the middle-aged man's eyeballs directly through his head.

"what"

The middle-aged man screamed, the strength of the hand that had grasped Feng Jingyu suddenly disappeared, and his body slowly fell to the ground.

Feng Jingyu coughed twice and took a few deep breaths before it eased.

If it weren't for the middle-aged man's carelessness this time, if he still had a hint of thunder power, I'm afraid it would really be fatal.

After Feng Jingyu beheaded the middle-aged man, Liantian Formation immediately absorbed the blood of the middle-aged man and turned his body into a pool of flesh and blood.

After absorbing the blood qi of the powerful soul martial realm, the color of the eighty-one blood flag became more vivid, and its power increased a lot.

After Feng Jingyu put away the eighty-one blood streamer, he quickly left to join Long Zichen and the three of them.

On the other side of the mountain, there is a small town under the mountain. Long Zichen, Xiaobai, and Yuan Ze are waiting for Feng Jingyu outside the town.

After seeing Feng Jingyu's safe meeting, he was relieved.

Long Zichen hugged Feng Jingyu directly. She was so afraid that the previous goodbye would become a goodbye.

"This dog food is enough." Xiaobai pouted.

Feng Jingyu and Long Zichen kissed if there was no one next to them. Yuan Ze couldn't stand it anymore, "Okay, it's okay, and then we will leave."

After Feng Jingyu and Long Zichen separated, Xiaobai asked, "Where is that guy?"

"I killed it." Feng Jingyu said.

Yuan Ze said with a look of surprise: "That's a strong soul martial artist, killed by you?"

Feng Jingyu said: "Can't the soul martial expert kill it?"

"The boss deserves to be the boss, he's a cow." Xiaobai said with a thumbs up, "Now let the old dog growl."

Feng Jingyu said: "We still have to leave here as soon as possible, after all, this place is still under the jurisdiction of King Jiang City."

Xiaobai nodded their heads, then left the town and headed to the next city.

"Xiao Bai, have you been in the Chujiang Palace for so long?" Feng Jingyu asked.

Xiaobai said, "No, I have only been to Chujiang King Palace less than a month ago and have been on the stage of life and death five times. Seeing that I won five times, the old dog's son wanted to go on stage with me. I cut it off."

On the way, Feng Jingyu passed half of "Soul Jue" to Xiaobai.

Then none of them was in a hurry to go to the next city, but they were all accumulating strength.

They are still only about the fifth and sixth levels of the Soul Sect, and their strength is relatively not strong enough, and they are basically bound to die when they meet a strong soul martial artist.

It's impossible to have the kind of good luck just now.

Feng Jingyu also felt that he was going to improve his strength, he hadn't broken through for a long time, and he had been accumulating.

Now Feng Jingyu intends to break through to the sixth level of Soul Sect.

Long Zichen gave a hair protector, and Feng Jingyu searched for a place with a little stronger soul and began to hit the realm.

Feng Jingyu ran the "Soul Art", and then released his own breath, not suppressing it, and broke out in an all-round way, and then used "Soul Art" to desperately absorb the spirit energy to impact the realm.

Feng Jingyu had absorbed the spirit energy for three days before it began to hit the realm.

With enough accumulation, Feng Jingyu smoothly hit the sixth floor of the Soul Sect, activated one of the spirit veins in his body, and then madly absorbed the spirit energy.

After the breakthrough, Feng Jingyu had absorbed the spirit energy for seven days and stored all the eighty-one spiritual veins in his body.

Feng Jingyu's current aura is ten times stronger than when he was on the fifth floor of the Soul Sect, and his combat power has also risen.

During this period of time, Xiao Bai also worked very hard in cultivating, comprehending "Soul Jue".

With the help of "Soul Jue", Xiaobai's cultivation improved faster, as if it had been suppressed because there was no more complete ancient method before, but now he has made rapid progress in just a few days.

The four of them continued to set off, stopping and stopping all the way. When they reached a place with a strong spirit, they began to practice, working hard to improve their realm.

After half a month, they came to another city in the Chujiang King Palace-Tianma City.

This city is very huge. If viewed from above, it looks like a winged pegasus, very majestic.

Before Feng Jingyu entered the city, they saw a group of people rushing out of the city gate. To be precise, a group of people were chasing a girl.

The girl looked like a porcelain doll, very cute.

But now he is frowning, his face is unusually ugly, and there is a trace of anger in his eyes, and he can't wait to kill all the heat behind her.

The porcelain doll girl saw Feng Jingyu and the four walking towards the city, and she immediately hid behind Long Zichen.

"Sister, you are finally here!" After the porcelain doll hid behind Long Zichen, she said something that caused Long Zichen to be stunned.

Feng Jingyu soon knew that this porcelain doll wanted to use them as a shield.

"Little girl, what do you want to do?" Feng Jingyu asked.

"Help me." The porcelain doll looked at Feng Jingyu with pleading eyes.

Feng Jingyu saw this look in his eyes, his heart suddenly softened, and then looked at Long Zichen and asked him for advice.

"My sister has yelled, can you not save it?" Long Zichen said.