Eons Venerable Lord

2When the two of them saw Ling Feng leave, they immediately fell to the ground and wiped the cold sweat off their foreheads.    2

    

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There was a huge square in the center of Sword City. At this moment, the square was filled with people. It was a sea of people, a sea of black.    

    

In the center of the square, there was an arena. It was made of Thousand Year Cold Iron, and it was extremely hard. There was also a formation engraved on it. It was used by all the major powers in Sword City to resolve conflicts, as well as to compete among the younger generation.    

    

At this moment, there was a beautiful figure standing on the arena. She had a slim figure, delicate facial features, and snow-white skin that could be broken with a flick of her finger. Her eyebrows were like a painting, her red lips were like cherries, and she had a gentle temperament. Many people looked at her with burning eyes. Their hearts were itching.    

    

She was too beautiful. She was simply too beautiful for anything else. It was not something that could be found in the mortal world.    

    

However, her blue eyes carried a wisp of coldness and arrogance.    

    

Opposite her stood a young man.    

    

The youth's skin was dark, and he carried a black scabbard on his back. The sword hilt was also completely black, as if it had become one with him. The thin figure stood upright, like a long sword. It even revealed a sharp sword intent.    

    

The young man's eyes were clear, but in his pupils, it was as if the sword was floating. It was extremely strange.    

    

"Take out your sword!" The woman said coldly. There was no emotion in her eyes.    

    

The swarthy youth did not speak. His body moved as fast as lightning. Like a sharp sword that had been unsheathed, he appeared in front of the girl in an instant. The sword on his back had appeared in his hand at some point in time.    

    

The dark sword light cut through the sky, carrying an incomparably sharp aura as it slashed down.    

    

The corners of the young girl's mouth curled into a cold smile of disdain. "So what if he activates the Innate Sword Physique?"    

    

Immediately after, her jade-like arm trembled, and her slender fingers lightly clenched. A flexible sword appeared in her hand, and instantly, sword flowers filled the sky. The sword radiance flickered, and swept towards the young man.    

    

Both of them used swords. However, one was fierce and overbearing, while the other was drizzling. In an instant, they had exchanged more than ten moves in the arena.    

    

"If you only have this much ability, then it's better to end it!"    

    

The young girl's strength was formidable. She had been neither fast nor slow, and she was able to do it with ease. She had probably already reached the True Martial Stage a long time ago.    

    

However, although the young man's sword was fast and his attacks were fierce, he was still suppressed by his opponent. Although he had an innate sword body, his strength was only at the peak of the Essence Condensing Stage, and he had just activated the innate sword body. How could he be a match for his opponent?    

    

"You have the Innate Sword Body, but I also have the Yin Body, and I have already activated it. You are no match for me!"    

    

The young girl's face was cold and indifferent, and she revealed a mocking smile. Then, she waved her soft sword, and in an instant, countless sword shadows that looked like dancing butterflies appeared in the sky. Swish! Swish! Swish! It rained down on the young man like a storm.    

    

The young man's face sank, and a solemn expression appeared in his eyes.    

    

His sword moves were extremely simple, and they were firm and steady. His entire body was suffused with a dense sword intent, and it was as if he was a sword at this moment, and the sword was him. There was only a sword between the heavens and the earth, or rather, there was only him between the heavens and the earth.    

    

Chirp! Chirp! Chirp! Chirp!    

    

However, in the next moment, the young man staggered backwards and almost fell off the arena. A trace of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.    

    

On his chest, his clothes were completely torn apart, revealing his solid chest. There were three butterfly blood marks on it.    

    

"Do you still want to continue?" The young girl said disdainfully.    

    

"Why not?"    

    

The youth clenched his teeth and attacked again. However, he was still forced back by the young lady's sword, and was directly blasted off the arena.    

    

Puchi!    

    

The youth spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, and his face was incomparably pale.    

    

A middle-aged man flew up and caught the youth. His face was extremely gloomy, and he said, "Ping'er..."    

    

"I'm sorry, father, I lost!" The young man's expression darkened, and his eyes were filled with guilt.    

    

"It's not your fault!"    

    

The middle-aged man landed on the ground, and he let out a soft sigh. His eyes were filled with bitterness.    

    

Does the Hu family really want to suffer such humiliation? I can't even protect my own divine sword!    

    

"Who else from your Hu family is going to fight?"    

    

Right at this moment, a young man walked onto the stage. He looked at the middle-aged man with disdain and spoke indifferently.    

    

"Zhou Zilin, don't you go too far!" The middle-aged man was so angry that his face turned green.    

    

This young man was actually Zhou Zilin. The corner of his mouth revealed a cold smile, "I'm going too far? When your precious eldest son defiled a female disciple of my Haotian Sect, why didn't he say that he was going too far?"    

    

"You..." The middle-aged man was furious, but he couldn't say a word. How could he not know that the other party was framing him? But now, there was nothing he could do. His eldest son had been beaten half to death by the other party, and he was still unconscious.    

    

This middle-aged man was the Hu family's Patriarch, Hu Xinghai. The young man was naturally Hu Ping.    

    

"Under the age of eighteen, your Hu family won't be able to produce any decent men. I might as well just surrender the Ancient Lunar Sword so that I won't lose face again!" Zhou Zilin said, "Besides, you won't lose out either. Not only did my Haotian Sect nurture a good wife for your son, but also for your son. And promised to work with you for a long time. You earned it!"    

    

When Hu Xinghai heard these words, he was so angry that he almost vomited blood.    

    

"Oh? According to what you said, the Hu family will still be grateful to you? Since that's the case, I'll reward you with some sweet dates! "    

    

Right at this moment, a figure walked out from the crowd. His figure leaped and landed on the arena.    

    

Zhou Zilin's eyes widened when he saw this figure, but soon, his eyes revealed a look of resentment, like a poisonous snake, "Ling... Feng!"    

    

These two words seemed to have come out from the cracks between his teeth. It could be seen how much he hated Ling Feng.