Li Yulun and Ling Qianxue felt a little hot on their faces, Ling Qianxue's eyelashes moved slightly, and she nodded at Situ Xuan and did not speak, Li Yulun smiled and said: "Senior Situ has won the award, when he was in the Sword Gate, if it wasn't for the later Lingfeng junior brother, I am afraid that it would have been carried in Duan Jinfeng's hands, speaking of which, thanks to him." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Situ Xuan looked at Lingfeng, he didn't feel any surprise, the previous battle with Lingfeng left a very deep impression on Situ Xuan, at that time, Lingfeng's scheming and wit, that is, Situ Xuan, he had to admire, with his scheming, dealing with that section of the seal, naturally there would be no problem.

"The four of you go to rest first, I have already arranged your accommodation, tomorrow morning, gather in the living room, I want to give the Sword Gate a big surprise."

Ling Feng lay alone on the bed, looking at the ceiling decorated with gorgeous patterns above his head, his hands crossed on his chest, his ten fingers kept rubbing together, although the patterns on the ceiling looked gorgeous, at this time in Ling Feng's eyes, they slowly rotated, and those complicated lines converged into several black lines that looked dizzying, and these lines gradually became round, slowly, slowly rotating in front of his eyes.

One, two, three...... There are more and more of them......

When he was in an irritable mood, it was all the most commonplace things that he usually saw, and now it seemed that they had become so unusual, Ling Feng thought for a long time about how to deal with Duan Jinfeng, he didn't come up with any better way, in fact, he was not afraid that Duan Jinfeng would send someone to assassinate him, this is Situ Mansion!

Got up from the bed, walked to the table and sat down, wiped a handful of dry eyes with both hands, Lingfeng pinched his eyebrows with two fingers of his right hand, closed his eyes, and blinked heavily, after that, he opened his eyes and looked at the door covered with a layer of golden sunlight, through a layer of hazy window paper, the sunlight does not look like that channel, as if he raised his hand and put it in the sun to look at it, the kind of material that seems to be transparent and transparent, it looks like it can't help but make people reverie.

Perhaps, at midnight today, there will be a killer standing outside the door, his long shadow cast on the window paper, hazy and mysterious.

Putting away his hand, Ling Feng stared straight at the door of the room, and bursts of pressure continued to press down on him.

Your assassination target is Duan Jinfeng, the head of the Sword Sect.

If you don't know, you can't leave any clues pointing to Taibai Immortal Mountain.

The Hidden Division, born in the darkness, serves the darkness, and the night is their destination.

Ling Feng suddenly laughed, not because he was happy, not only because of the pressure, but also because of the darkness that ran counter to his path of light, the two, in the eyes of ordinary people, would never have any intersection, but miracles, there will always be, with the path of great light, he has now joined the Awakening Hidden Division, a dark organization.

Where do you go from here?

It seems to be a definite number, right?

Ling Feng sat from afternoon to evening, he only felt that time was constantly passing, but he didn't know what time it was at the moment, whether it was midnight.

Even if it's midnight, what can it do? The killer of the Sword Gate is coming? Then let him come!

Ling Feng slowly got up, moved his sore legs, turned his neck around, and made a bone popping sound.

He's really tired.

When he lay back on the bed, a wave of tiredness suddenly hit, it was just like a small wave in the sea at first, but in the end, this wave quickly expanded, becoming a monstrous wave, constantly beating Ling Feng's tired nerves.

Slowly, his consciousness was a little blurry.

Suddenly, he felt a chill, this extreme chill was as cold as the one he had encountered before, like a basin of cold water poured on his head, Ling Feng instantly woke up, opened his eyes, and sat up from the bed.

There was no need for him to deliberately summon it, and the Mixed Yuan Sword that had been put aside had already turned into a cold light and fell into his hand.

His eyes scanned the surroundings, in front of the bed, there was no one.

Under the table, a faint moonlight through the crack in the door fell between the legs of the table, reflecting the ground white, and the moonlight reflected from the floor illuminated the small space under the table, where there was no one.

"Is it a delusion?"

Lingfeng got out of bed, withdrew his gaze from under the table, and looked at the door, at this time, the wooden beam on the door blocked part of the moonlight, casting an extremely regular and beautiful pattern, there, except for the moonlight, there was nothing else.

Frowning, Ling Feng walked to the door step by step, slowly, his feet were the first to touch a touch of moonlight thrown in from the crack in the door, according to common sense, there should be a shining moonlight on the surface of his feet, but now, the scene Ling Feng saw made him feel shocked.

The surface of his feet was still pitch black, his shoes were black, and at this time, it seemed that his feet were only showing a trace of outline.

He looked up, then at the flash of moonlight that had come in through the crack in the door, and then at his feet, which were still dark.

There should be many reasons for this phenomenon, and the first thing Ling Feng thought of was that something was blocking the moonlight, and that thing couldn't be seen, but he didn't know if he could touch it.

Suddenly, Ling Feng stabbed a sword forward, his sword was full of strength, but he tried his best to suppress the fluctuations on the Mixed Yuan Sword, and there was no sound of sword roaring.

The sword blade like autumn water drew a thin and black crack in the space, and the sword qi that shot out from the tip of the sword looked at the hard door as if it were nothing, and with a click, it tore apart the pattern on the left door, turned into a little debris, scattered to the ground, and projected onto the floor.

There was wind, blowing from the hole in the door, blowing Lingfeng's long hair slightly, and the blade of the sword shook slightly.

Outside, what a full moon!

The mirror-like front of the Mixed Yuan Sword reflected the silver disc in the sky, and the silver disc was deformed at the protrusion in the center of the sword body, as if it had been cut in half, and below the full moon, a pitch-black shadow was shaking.

The shadow looked like a human, but it didn't seem to be human, its head was strangely small, its arms were strangely long, and its legs were more than twice as long as its arms, and it looked like a monster standing upright on the edge of the sword.

After Ling Feng saw the strange shadow reflected on the Mixed Yuan Sword, he slashed out towards the front almost instantly, just as he guessed, in the room, there was something he couldn't see!

It's just that he didn't have time to think about what it was, and he didn't have time to think about it!

The crisp sound of the sword broke through the silence of the night, and the fierce sword qi rolled up a whirlwind to wreak havoc in the room, almost in an instant, all the decorations in the room, including the table and bed, were torn apart by the sword qi, and the door flew outward under the impact of the powerful sword qi, leaving only half of the inclined door leaf standing in place.

"Whew!"

A terrible cry mixed with the sound of splintering wood suddenly sounded, and then, from the left side of the room came a deafening loud noise, as if the thing had been slashed by the Mixed Yuan Sword, and in pain, it hit the wall, and the force of this impact was so strong that the whole room trembled.

"Demons!"

Ling Feng shouted, at this time he already understood that the thing he saw in the reflection was definitely not a person, a person would not make that kind of cry like a ghost, let alone be stupid enough to hit the wall, he couldn't guess what it was now, but he knew that this thing was probably made by the Sword Sect to see the hall of fame and wanted his life!

Almost without thinking, the soul fire burned on the Mixed Yuan Sword, and the blue flame illuminated the room as if it were day, completely overshadowing the white moonlight shining in from outside the door, and the flame of the fiery temperature emitted a blue light, and the room looked a little cold!

Shadow! In the left corner of the room, there is a pitch-black shadow! The appearance of this shadow is the same as what Ling Feng saw in the reflection, but the size is more than twice as small! At this time, he landed on one foot, raised his unusually long arms, and the other leg and one of the arms formed a line, and fixed in the corner of the wall in a very peculiar posture.

It's the soul fire that can penetrate even darkness, but it can't illuminate that strange shadow!