However, Ling Feng didn't even think about it. He immediately slashed out the Cold Dragon Sword in his hand. The ice gem (demon crystal) at the handle shot out a silvery white spiritual light, which spread along the sword body and turned into a white Cold Dragon, rushing towards it. To the middle-aged man in yellow shirt!
The middle-aged man in yellow robe slightly raised the corner of his mouth, stretched out his hand to hold it, a big yellow hand suddenly condensed, and then in a flash, he actually pinched the white cold dragon. The spiritual energy body, which was originally just a condensed part of Han Jiao's soul and ice spiritual power, was restrained like an entity, struggling desperately, but to no avail.
At the same time, Ling Feng silently thought in his mind to redeem a fourth-level Thousand Miles Magic Talisman, and a red true talisman instantly appeared in the palm of his hand. As he activated his true energy, the true talisman turned into a red spiritual light and integrated into his body. He suddenly felt that his body was much lighter and his whole body seemed to be filled with strength. This fourth-level true talisman can exert its full amplifying effect on him. His movement attributes instantly increased by 50%, reaching a terrifying level of 190 points, which is also an extremely high level among the masters!
The next moment, the white cold dragon was crushed by the big yellow hand, turning into white spiritual power and dissipating, and some of the souls of the cold dragon were instantly annihilated!
At this time, Ling Feng turned around and ran away without any hesitation. After a brief acceleration, he escaped at a terrifying speed of more than 100 meters per second.
"Want to run!"
The middle-aged man in yellow shirt turned his big yellow hand into real energy, put it into his body, and used light skills to quickly catch up.
However, Ling Feng's speed at this time has reached an incredible level, and the middle-aged man in yellow shirt has always been unable to catch up.
However, as a strong martial artist, his soul is extremely powerful, and he already has the ability to lock souls from thousands of miles away. As long as he locks on the enemy's breath, he can sense the enemy's general position within a hundred miles. The so-called thousand miles is just an imaginary number. The stronger the martial spirit, the farther the range of sensing.
The middle-aged man in yellow shirt continued to track with the help of the wisp of Ling Feng's aura he had just captured. Because he knew that Ling Feng's spell blessing must have a time limit, and as long as he continued to pursue him, he would definitely be able to catch him.
The black-robed Taoist priest was also chasing after him, and he wanted to get his Xuanyin Flying Sword back.
About ten minutes later, Ling Feng came to a river. This river is a tributary of the Canglang River. There is a small boat parked by the river. In the bright moonlight, a green figure wearing a bamboo hat is fishing next to it.
Ling Feng approached and vaguely saw strands of silver hair. He was obviously an old man, and he said: "My father-in-law, I can borrow your boat for a while."
After he finished speaking, he left a piece of silver and was about to take a boat to Taicang Lake.
At this time, the old fisherman said: "Young man, why are you so anxious? If you want to go to Taicang Lake, when I catch a big fish, I will take you there myself!"
Ling Feng held the Hanjiao Sword and said in a deep voice: "Who are you!"
At this time, when he looked at the old fishing man again, he suddenly felt something strange. He could see this person with his eyes, but when his soul thought swept away, the old man was like transparent air, completely imperceptible, and he could not detect any fluctuations in energy, blood or true energy. arrive. His expression suddenly changed, and he was horrified in his heart. This was a deep state of unity between heaven and man, which was not something that ordinary martial arts masters could achieve. He never imagined that after the powerful martial artist from Netherworld Palace, he would encounter an even more unpredictable powerful martial artist again!
But after Ling Feng was frightened, he quickly calmed down, because it was impossible for the Nether Palace to send out two martial arts masters for his mere master. He was silent for a moment and said, "Is my father from the Canglang Sword Sect?"
The old fisherman smiled and said: "You young man is quite clever. Now that you know it, sit down so as not to disturb my big fish."
Ling Feng picked up the silver ingot, sat next to the old man, and looked at his fish basket. There was no fish in it. He looked towards the river again and saw that the fishhook was actually hanging in the air, and it was still a straight hook! He suddenly found it funny, fishing with a straight hook, and those who wished would take the bait, playing Jiang Taigong's old trick again. Are these senior masters all so weird in their appearance?
After a while, Ling Feng vaguely guessed that maybe he was really fishing for a big fish, and the big fish really took the bait voluntarily.
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Seven or eight minutes later, the middle-aged man in yellow shirt came to the riverside and immediately spotted Ling Feng. As for the old fisherman, he subconsciously ignored him, so he smiled and said: "Lin Feng, why can't you run away? Could it be that you finally feel that you have taken refuge in our Netherworld Palace?" , but the deputy hall leader is gone, I will give you a position of guardian at most!"
Although he was a little surprised that Ling Feng didn't run away, he was not worried at all, because it was really difficult for an innate martial artist to pull off tricks in the hands of a strong martial artist.
Ling Feng turned around and said with a faint smile: "It's okay to seek refuge, but the position of guardian is too low. If you don't have the position of hall leader, I definitely won't do it!"
The middle-aged man in yellow shirt laughed and was about to tease Kai Lingfeng a few words.
At this time, the angler next to him suddenly turned around, took off his hat, and revealed his true face. He was a middle-aged man wearing a green gown, with handsome features and two short beards.
Ling Feng was also a little surprised. It turned out that he was not an old man, and his silver hair was just a disguise. However, this was normal. Except when his life span was about to expire, the strong men of the Wuzong generally did not show their age.
However, the expression of the middle-aged man in yellow shirt changed, as if facing a formidable enemy, he immediately grasped the handle of the knife at his waist, the true energy in his body condensed sharply, and the consciousness of the sea of knife also condensed instantly. He said coldly: "Yuan Cang, how did you discover me?"
Before he took action, he secretly observed Ling Feng chasing the black-robed Taoist priest for a long time and made sure that no master of the same level was ambushing him before taking action. Moreover, he just made one move, and his Qi was restrained and condensed, and it disappeared in a flash, so it should not be noticed by masters of the same level so quickly. He was really curious about how the other party discovered him!
The angler Yuan Cang raised his lips slightly and said with a smile: "Xie Zhenkun, in order to kill you, I have been fishing on the riverside outside Cangzhou City for ten years. Today I finally caught a big fish like you. Ten years. Before, you killed my disciple, today the grudge has been settled, you must die!"
The middle-aged man in yellow shirt, Xie Zhenkun, the master of Cangzhou Hall of Netherworld Palace, suddenly changed his expression. He never imagined that the other party would waste ten years here just to kill him! Such a terrifying enemy was really frightening, and he vaguely regretted getting rid of that person back then.
Unfortunately, it's too late!
Yuancang's figure flashed, like a fleeting image, spanning a distance of seven feet in an instant, and appeared in front of Xie Zhenkun, punching out his fist condensed with white fists!
As a strong martial artist, Xie Zhenkun naturally reacted quickly. A ray of yellow light suddenly appeared, and the magic weapon-level sword in his hand was instantly unsheathed. The golden blade condensed an inch of light and he slashed out quickly!
The fist collided head-on with the divine weapon-level sword!
With a clanging sound, like gold and iron clashing together, yellow and white spiritual waves surged, Xie Zhenkun retreated sharply!
Yuancang's fist was not damaged at all. He flashed and appeared in front of Xie Zhenkun, as if he had moved instantly. He punched out, but before the force of the punch came, a mighty fist force was already like the waves of the Tianhe River. Tilt the world and blast into his mind.
