C214 Die You(2)
C214 Die You(2)
At their age, they were all hovering around the Essence Condensing Stage, and had yet to reach the True Martial Stage. How could they possibly be a match for Ling Feng?
However, some of the older young men were still in shock, but they didn't think it was a big deal. Their eyes were filled with anger.
How dare they humiliate their goddess like this? This was intolerable.
"Brat, don't leave later if you have the guts! I'm a Middle Period of True Martial Stage, I'll beat you until you're all over the ground!"
"That's right! How dare you bully our goddess! You must be tired of living!"
A few young men with decent strength were immediately filled with righteous indignation.
However, Ling Feng did not even look at them. Instead, his gaze fell upon Zhou Zilin.
"It's your turn!"
The two words were like thunder exploding next to Zhou Zilin's ears, pulling him back from his shock. His face instantly turned ugly, red, and white.
He was not much weaker than Yem Ruyu. Ling Feng could easily defeat Yem Ruyu, so naturally he could also easily defeat him.
Wasn't asking him to go up now purely looking for trouble?
However, Ling Feng had already spoken. He had no choice but to go up. Otherwise, he would lose even more face.
For a moment, he stood where he was and didn't know what to do. He looked left and right, hoping to get a hint, or to say that he didn't need to fight anymore.
Zhou Pingshu looked at Ling Feng with a gloomy face and said, "Ling Feng, don't go too far!"
"I go too far? It's just a competition. Winning and losing is a common thing in the army. How can you lie to others? " Ling Feng said indifferently, but his eyes were as cold as a blade.
"What's wrong? You don't dare to send anyone to fight? You don't have confidence in your grandson?" Ling Feng casually added, instantly making Zhou Pingshu so angry that he gnashed his teeth in anger.
"Lin Er, let's go up and show him how powerful our Haotian Sect is!"
A crimson longsword suddenly appeared in Zhou Pingshu's hand. He handed it to Zhou Zilin and said coldly.
"Scarlet Flame Heavenly Sword!"
Zhou Zilin's facial expression changed. This was Zhou Pingshu's own sword, it was a heaven-grade sword with extraordinary strength. When combined with the sword technique of Haotian Sect, it could often bring out greater power.
"We must take this kid down!"
Zhou Pingshu encouraged him.
Zhou Zilin received the Scarlet Flame Heavenly Sword and nodded heavily. "Don't worry, grandfather. Grandson will definitely cripple him and avenge Yu-er!"
As he spoke, he looked at Yem Ruyu. "Yu-er, don't worry. I will go and get revenge for you now!"
As he spoke, he tapped the ground with the tip of his foot and his body landed elegantly on the arena. He raised his long sword and pointed it at Ling Feng. The long sword gave off a cold and sharp aura.
"You think you can be awesome just because you changed your sword?" The corner of Ling Feng's mouth lifted and revealed a look of disdain.
"Sharp teeth and sharp lips! I want to see if your mouth is better or my Scarlet Flame Heavenly Sword is better!" Zhou Zilin's face sank, and with a shake of his arm, boundless Yuan energy instantly rolled out. The long sword emitted a shocking sword Qi with a chi sound, causing the surrounding space to vibrate and produce hissing sounds.
"It really is a good sword. What a pity! The person who used it is too useless!"
Ling Feng smiled coldly, "Take out your strongest attack. Otherwise, you will not be convinced of your defeat!"
"You..." Zhou Zilin almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Bastard, I'm going to kill you!" Zhou Zilin was completely enraged.
"Vast Heaven Sword Art!"
He waved his long sword, and instantly, sword light that filled the sky erupted, sweeping towards Ling Feng like a furious storm.
The sky full of sword light cut through the air with a hissing sound, as if it had cut through the entire space. The shocking sword light even made the people around feel a sharp pain all over their bodies. The dazzling sword light made them unable to open their eyes.
"The Great Heaven Sword Art really lives up to its reputation. It truly deserves to be called the ultimate technique of Haotian Sect!"
"This time, that brat is going to be in trouble. I can guarantee that that brat will definitely not be able to withstand this sword attack!"
"I also believe that. Humph! He's being overly arrogant. I want to see how he dies!"
There were whispers below the stage. Obviously, they were still brooding over Ling Feng's humiliating way of defeating their goddess.
"Are you sure this is your strongest power?" Ling Feng's expression was still indifferent. There was not the slightest bit of panic on his face as he spoke with an indifferent tone.
"Hmph! Die!"
Zhou Zilin didn't want to waste any more time talking nonsense. He knew that he couldn't fool Ling Feng with words. He had already experienced this back in Clear Spirit City.
Trying to talk to Ling Feng with words was akin to finding trouble for himself.
He mixed all the anger he had towards Ling Feng into his sword. The imposing sword current swept towards Ling Feng. If he was attacked, he would instantly be turned into a sieve.
The corner of Ling Feng's mouth curled up. His eyes were clear, and the sword current reflected in his pitch-black eyes. He didn't panic at all.
When the sword current was only a foot away from him, Ling Feng's eyes suddenly became sharp. He stretched out his palm and put his two fingers together to counter Yem Ruyu's attack.
Swoosh!
His entire person was as fast as lightning, pulling out numerous afterimages.
Could it be that this fellow's head was kicked by a donkey? He actually dared to use his hand to block it. Heaven grade Profound Artifact, he even thought that it was scrap metal?
Many people felt that Ling Feng was too arrogant, he was completely a fool.
However, the following scene made everyone shut their mouths tightly, and their eyes widened.
They saw Ling Feng casually poke both of his fingers on the sword stream, and the sword stream immediately collapsed and vanished into thin air.
In the end, they only saw Ling Feng's two fingers tightly holding Zhou Zilin's Red Flame Heavenly Sword. No matter how hard Zhou Zilin tried, he could not pull it out at all.