Eons Venerable Lord

Tens of thousands of sword beams shot out, intertwining with each other. Ling Feng's expression changed, especially when he saw that there were still some sword beams flying towards Yem Ruling. His eyes were wide open, and he hurriedly used his movement technique to save Yem Ruling.    

    

Ling Feng's speed was as fast as lightning, and he appeared next to Yem Ruling in an instant. The long spear in his hand swept across and dispersed the sword beams that were killing Yem Ruling. He lifted Yem Ruling up with one hand. But when he saw Yem Ruling's pale face, what?    

    

Because on Yem Ruling's face, there was actually a shallow bloodstain.    

    

"Liang Zishan, how dare you! If I don't kill you today, I won't be called Ling Feng!"    

    

Ling Feng looked at Liang Zishan coldly, as if he was looking at a dead man. His killing intent exploded. Yem Ruling's injury had completely ignited his anger.    

    

Liang Zishan's facial expression changed slightly. He could see the cold killing intent in Ling Feng's eyes. He couldn't help but shiver.    

    

However, when he saw the Rakshasa Ghost Sword Formation in the surroundings, he heaved a sigh of relief in his heart. He knew very well how powerful the Rakshasa Ghost Sword Formation was. It wasn't any weaker than the Haotian Sect's guarding formation. Even a Martial King warrior like him who was trapped in the formation was almost unable to escape. Besides, he had also added himself and another Martial King old man into the formation, increasing its power by several times. It was absolutely effortless for him to kill Ling Feng.    

    

"Shameless boasting! I would like to see how you are going to kill me!"    

    

Liang Zishan revealed a cruel smile, "Kill!"    

    

Following his command, the grand formation circulated rapidly. Dozens of figures shuttled back and forth at lightning speed. Thousands of sword lights whistled towards Ling Feng, carrying a strong killing intent.    

    

As the main formation, Liang Zishan's feet moved in a strange manner. The treasured sword in his hand spread out. Streams of sharp sword intent were like ice awls in the winter, bringing with them a bone-piercing chill.    

    

The chaotic and violent sword intent cut the stone wall of the cell, making a sizzling sound. It drew many sword marks on the wall, making it impossible for Ling Feng to dodge. It was almost impossible for him to escape even if he had wings.    

    

Ling Feng's expression was cold. He hurriedly put Yem Ruling into the Seven-story Exquisite Pagoda and shouted. His entire body was instantly turned into jade. Strong Gang Qis surged around his body, and he quickly dodged the sword light that was shooting towards him.    

    

However, even with his superb movement technique, he was still hit by several sword strikes. Furthermore, these sword beams were unleashed by dozens of True Martial Stage warriors, and at the same time, there were two Martial King warriors involved. It was extremely powerful, even with his powerful body. * Hong Long...... *    

    

However, Ling Feng seemed to be unaware of the pain. His feet moved quickly, and he kept pushing the sword light away like an iron hammer.    

    

However, the sword light seemed to never stop, and it kept ravaging his body. The sword light that was broken by him would be replenished in an instant.    

    

Not long after, his entire body was covered with sword scars, and blood flowed down like a fountain.    

    

It wasn't that he hadn't thought of finding a breakthrough point to rush out, but every time he concentrated on attacking, this sword formation would also rapidly change, hitting the place where he had broken through with all his power. It was simply impossible to open up a gap.    

    

"Hahaha, kid, no matter how great your abilities are, you must die here today!" Liang Zishan laughed complacently. Just now, Ling Feng had blocked his attack in front of everyone in front of the mountain gate. Although she had found some excuses, she was also very angry and embarrassed in her heart.    

    

Now that she had gained the upper hand, she was naturally happy.    

    

"If you hand over Gui Wanjian now and agree to join the Haotian Sect, I might spare your life!"    

    

Liang Zishan said with a cold smile. His biggest taboo right now was that Gui Wanjian was in his opponent's hands. Of course, if Ling Feng agreed to join the Haotian Sect, it wouldn't matter even if he lost Gui Wanjian.    

    

"Old dog, you want me to join your Haotian Sect? Dream on!"    

    

Ling Feng shouted angrily, making Liang Zishan so angry that he kept yelling. The dignified Supreme Elder of the Haotian Sect was called an old dog by someone else. This was intolerable. Even if Ling Feng joined the Haotian Sect now, he would never agree to it.    

    

"If I don't kill you today, I swear I won't be human!" Liang Zishan's eyes were cold, and his withered face revealed a cruel expression. There was no room for negotiation between him and Ling Feng.    

    

"Old dog, I will also give you this sentence today!"    

    

Ling Feng said as he formed a seal with both hands. The soul power spear in his sea of consciousness circulated rapidly. He had received Ma's reminder that the best way to break the formation was to use the formation to break it. After all, he was weak at the moment. It was almost impossible to break the formation with brute force.    

    

How could a single person be compared to a group of well-trained people? Furthermore, there were two old Martial King experts among them, causing the power of the formation to rise by several levels once more.    

    

Ling Feng forcefully withstood the sword light river that was sweeping towards him at high speed. He endured the intense pain and continuously arranged the Array Pattern.    

    

"Haha, I forgot that you also know formations, but how many attainments do you have in formations? Could it be that you can resist my Rakshasa Ghost Sword Formation? "    

    

Liang Zishan looked at Ling Feng's formation and said with disdain.    

    

However, Ling Feng turned a deaf ear to his words. He closed his eyes and quickly set up the Array Pattern. No matter how you attack me, I will not move. No matter how you cut me into pieces, my heart will be as calm as water.    

    

At this moment, he was completely immersed in his formation. The Array Pattern quickly took shape and interweaved in the air. At the same time, he used the 'Lin' character to almost forget himself.    

    

Gradually, the ten thousand sword lights could no longer hurt him in the slightest. His body was like a slippery loach, shuttling through the sword lights. Although there would occasionally be a few sword gleams that would injure him, they were unable to cause him any major injuries.    

    

In his mind, two formations had appeared. One of them was naturally the Four Inages Fatal Formation that he wanted to set up, and the other was the Rakshasa Ghost Sword Formation that Liang Zishan had used.