Martial Arts Crossover: Me, the Immortal Venerable, Opens a Pawnshop in the Martial Arts World

That's why they refused to fight without hesitation and even tried to escape Chonglou!

……

"Clang—"

A sword rang out, piercing the sky.

Just as Ling Tian thought he had escaped and was secretly pleased with himself,

The demonic sword slashed through the air, suddenly appearing before them, plunging straight into the ground and cutting off their path.

As Ling Tian gazed at the pitch-black sword blade that almost brushed past him, a chill ran through his body, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

He turned around blankly, and when that scarlet hair fluttered in the wind and the figure of Demon Lord Chonglou suddenly appeared, he froze instantly.

This guy who suddenly appeared...

Why are even the children following behind him?

"Fei Peng, where exactly do you think you're trying to escape to?"

Chonglou stood with his arms crossed, hovering in mid-air, his gaze sharp as a knife, piercing straight to Lingtian's brow.

In an instant, a suffocating sense of oppression swept over me, as if an entire mountain had pressed down on my heart.

But Ling Tian wasn't one to back down from trouble, and he immediately glared at him and demanded:

"Didn't I tell you to wait for me where I am?"

"Why are you following me?"

"Are you planning to come with me to the bathroom?"

Chonglou remained unmoved, his voice deep and thunderous:

"I want you to fight with your true skills!"

Ling Tian's mind raced, and he immediately came up with a story:

"You should have said so earlier!"

"True kung fu can't be used casually."

"Shouldn't we at least warm up a bit?"

While saying this, he secretly moved backward, trying to slip away.

"Buzz—"

A sword cry pierced the sky, and the demonic sword shot forward again, landing steadily at Ling Tian's feet.

Black and red demonic energy surged from Chonglou's body, like a surging abyss, drawing ever closer.

"Take it."

"Your Demon-Slaying Sword has long been lost to the mortal realm. I will retrieve this demonic sword that is connected to your lifeline for you."

"I want to fight you fair and square!"

"Help—me—!"

"Help—me—!"

Ling Tian was so frightened that he fell to the ground with a thud, his face turning deathly pale.

"Forget about fighting fair and square, I can't even beat the eldest daughter of the Tang family!"

In the void, Chonglou stared at the person before him, remaining silent for a long time before finally letting out a soft sigh:

"General Fei Peng, how could you have fallen so low?"

Ling Tian struggled to his feet and hurriedly waved his hands in denial:

"I'm really not the general you're talking about!"

"You've mistaken me for someone else!"

"Who has ever seen a general get vegetable leaves stuck in his teeth while eating?"

Chonglou stepped forward, his imposing presence and tone brooking no argument:

"I don't care!"

"I command you—draw your demonic sword now and fight me!"

Ling Tian retreated repeatedly, waving his hands wildly:

"I won't fight! I won't fight!"

"I can't beat you at all. If you kill me, wouldn't that be a huge loss?"

"Death? You're afraid of death?"

A cold glint flashed in Chonglou's eyes.

"Of course I'm scared, I value my life the most..."

Ling Tian nodded vigorously.

"it is good."

Chonglou actually nodded. Ling Tian breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he had escaped a calamity—

Unexpectedly, the next moment, the other party lightly waved his right hand, and the surrounding air suddenly distorted.

"Since you're afraid of death..."

"Then choose—die now, or fight me!"

In an instant, Ling Tian felt as if he had fallen into the void, or as if he had sunk into the deep sea.

The feeling of suffocation was rapidly eroding my consciousness, and just as I was about to stop breathing, the confinement suddenly dissipated.

Having miraculously survived, he stared at Chonglou, still shaken, and kept backing away.

At that very moment—

A flash of sword light suddenly tore through the night!

The longsword, enveloped in a stream of light, lifted Ling Tian and sped away into the distance.

At the same time, the sword formation was activated with a roar.

Thousands of sword energies converged into a river, pouring down from the sky like the Milky Way flowing backwards, heading straight for the top of the Demon Lord's tower!

Faced with overwhelming killing intent, Chonglou remained unmoved, casually waving his hand, causing black and red demonic energy to surge like a tide.

A wisp of residual energy escaped, and it utterly crushed the entire expanse of sword light into dust.

His gaze locked onto the direction Ling Tian had fled, and he pointed—

"Bang!"

Several miles away, the fleeing sword light suddenly exploded!

A Taoist priest in white robes fell from mid-air, his long sword being knocked away by the impact; it was Xu Changqing.

"Hey! Tofu!"

"Bai Doufu, are you alright?"

"If you knew you were no match for him, why did you even come to save me?!"

As the sword light fell to the ground, Ling Tian looked anxiously at Xu Changqing, who had barely managed to block one attack, filled with regret.

"I've come on my master's orders; I must bring you back to Mount Shu!"

"Brother Ling Tian, ​​don't worry about me..."

"I'll hold off the Demon Lord Chonglou!"

"You must arrive at Mount Shu safely!"

His white robes were stained with blood, his face ashen, and Xu Changqing swayed as he tried to stand up. Despite being covered in wounds, he was determined to protect the person behind him.

However, the power gap between him and the Demon Lord Chonglou was truly bottomless.

Even though Chonglou was only playing around and clearly hadn't used his full strength in that attack, he still managed to completely incapacitate Xu Changqing with just one move, leaving him lying on the ground unable to get up!

"Would you rather see him die?"

Amidst the surging of demonic energy intertwined with black and red,

Chonglou's figure appeared like a shadow, standing silently in front of Ling Tian and Xu Changqing.

His gaze fell on the unconscious Xu Changqing on the ground, then turned to Ling Tian, ​​his tone carrying a hint of mockery and challenge:

"Rise up! Fight me in a true battle!"

"Otherwise—he will surely die."

Under Chonglou's icy threat, Ling Tian's mind raced, and he finally tentatively uttered three things that no mortal could possibly do.

To his shock, Chonglou actually believed it!

He spoke with even greater concentration and solemnity:

"In my life, I, Chonglou, have never kept my promises."

"Only with you... Fei Peng is an exception."

"I look forward to a battle with you without any constraints."

After saying this, Chonglou gave Lingtian a deep look, then his figure transformed into wisps of black and red blood light, instantly dissipating into the void without leaving a trace.

After Chonglou left, Ling Tian immediately bent down, picked up the weak Xu Changqing, and tried to control the flying sword, imitating the other party's previous actions.

In an instant—

The long sword soared into the air, carrying the two of them straight up through the clouds, speeding towards Mount Shu.

This scene...

It shocked all the people of the Nine Provinces.

If they remember correctly

Ling Tian in the past was nothing more than a commoner with no cultivation.

Let alone the immortal techniques of controlling flying swords.

Even the most ordinary acquired martial artist could easily defeat him.

But now, such an ordinary person with no foundation, having only observed the sword-controlling technique a few times, has instantly mastered the seemingly mysterious and unpredictable Shu Mountain Sword Controlling Technique.

Is this... still the idle, mediocre scoundrel Ling Tian they remember?

"Am I seeing things?"

"He...really learned it?"

"This sword control technique may not be considered a top-tier supernatural ability in the legends of Immortal Longyang, General Feipeng, or even Lingtian."

"But... Ling Tian has absolutely no foundation in cultivation!"

"Moreover, he's only watched Master Xu perform his magic a few times, yet he can perform it on the spot?"

"Such comprehension is simply astonishing!"

"Is this still the Ling Tian I know?"

"Was he hiding his strength all along? Is he actually the reincarnation of Fei Peng? Or... is his talent truly so heaven-defying?"

"Regardless of which one, Ling Tian now exudes an elusive mystery."

"Yes, I thought I had seen through him."

"I only realize now that I was too naive."

"Could it be that Ling Tian has never changed—he has always been General Fei Peng, and everything before was just a disguise?"