Chapter 1004

Under the tense gazes of the crowd, Ji Feibai's heart couldn't help but rise along with them.

He gripped his long spear tightly, secretly mobilizing his strength, preparing to face the opponent's sword strike with his full power!

After all, the other party had also said that if he could withstand this sword strike, then this battle would count as his victory.

And looking at his own strength foundation and many hidden cards, wanting to withstand a single sword strike was no difficult matter.

Thinking of this, Ji Feibai's expression eased slightly, but he still did not dare to be careless in his heart.

After all, if he was really defeated by the opponent's single sword strike, then he would truly lose all face today.

Just as Ji Feibai stood in full readiness.

Accompanied by a gentle breeze blowing past.

Jiang Zhi moved slightly.

There were no superfluous movements, nor any gorgeous fancy moves.

Only a terrifying speed whose trajectory could not be captured by the naked eye, and an utterly ordinary... single sword strike!

Not good!!

Ji Feibai's pupils shrank, and he instinctively wanted to use his divine ability secret technique to dodge the attack.

But this sword strike was truly too fast, far beyond his imagination, causing his mind to go blank!

This was a killing sword art that abandoned everything, only pursuing the extreme of speed and the extreme of slaughter!

It also contained a Reincarnation Sword Intent that transcended above billions of sword intents, ascending to the supreme!

The sword intent brimmed, its might pressed upon the divine soul, locking onto the target!

One sword emerges, all things break!

Whoosh—

The blade of the Qingming Sword swept past Ji Feibai's face, severing several strands of hair, and then went with the momentum to slash onto the spear shaft in the opponent's hand.

A muffled "bang" sounded.

In just an instant, the originally seemingly indestructible lower-grade Heaven-tier long spear actually split in two, breaking into two pieces, and falling to the ground!

Immediately after, Jiang Zhi slightly held the Qingming, flipped it gently, and laid the sword's spine upon Ji Feibai's neck.

Feeling the bursts of bone-chilling sensation transmitted from his neck, Ji Feibai's heart trembled!

His face turned deathly pale, losing all color.

He nervously swallowed, stiffly lowered his head, looked at his life-bound magic treasure that had already fallen to the ground in a scrapped state, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"My Soul-Slaying Spear... broke?"