In the darkness of the night, a dark shadow was galloping across the vast plains. It wasn't until he couldn't see the light of the fire in the camp where the caravan was located that the shadow stopped and leaned against a large rock to catch his breath.

Although the inexplicable spiritual power swept over his body and never returned, the foreboding in his heart at that time told him that if he didn't run quickly, he would be finished. Over the years of his career as a hitman, he has saved him many times with this peculiar talent. After this foreboding, he immediately abandoned his mission and chose to retreat.

"That's not right!" The dark shadow's face suddenly became ugly, and the ominous premonition in his heart did not disappear, but became more and more intense.

Suddenly, the black shadow noticed something strange, the faint shadow of the stone he was leaning against in the moonlight seemed to be a little higher......

A black blade appeared in the black shadow's hand, and although he still looked like he was gasping for air, in fact, the strength of his whole body was increased to the extreme, like a taut string.

Suddenly, the figure of the black shadow suddenly bounced, and the dagger in his hand stabbed towards the stone. At this moment, the speed at which the black shadow erupted had already surpassed the limit of the ninth order, and even left an afterimage in place. The speed of this blow was so fast that it could even catch some Sacred Realm masters off guard. The most terrifying thing is that this lightning-fast attack did not make the slightest sound.

"Ding-" A spark splashed in the night, and the pupils of the black shadow couldn't help but shrink. I don't know when there was a man squatting on top of the stone, and now the man was holding out a finger and pointing it at his dagger. And at this time, the afterimage he left behind began to slowly dissipate.

Black Shadow couldn't help but feel a storm in his heart, you must know that his dagger was a murder weapon that he had polished over the years, and even the Dou Qi armor of the Holy Domain could penetrate it. But now this man is resisting his dagger with one finger, and he hasn't urged the fighting spirit, could it be that this person is a metal dragon that has changed into a human form?

"Hey, it's actually a ghost, aren't the people of the ghost clan in seclusion, how could they come out to be a killer?" Ling Yun looked at the figure in front of him, and there was some doubt in his tone.

The person who appeared in front of Ling Yun was a young man who was about fifteen or sixteen years old, but this young man's complexion was a strange light purple, there were inexplicable magic patterns on his skin, and a pair of red eyes flashed with bloodthirsty light, which was the characteristic of the Phantom Clan.

The Phantom Clan was also a member of the Demon Clan at the beginning, and its amazing assassination skills made people smell and change, and the powerful Phantom was even able to assassinate the powerhouse of the Holy Domain at the ninth order and retreat. However, later, the Phantom Clan withdrew from the Demon Realm army for some reasons and lived in seclusion on the main road, and the secluded place at that time was still found by Ling Yun for them, and at the same time, a hidden magic circle was laid for them to prevent it from being found by outsiders. Back then, the patriarch of the Phantom Spirit Clan also said to Ling Yun that if nothing happened, the Phantom Spirit Clan would not appear on this continent as a killer.

"Could it be that something has happened to the Phantom Clan?" Ling Yun's brows couldn't help but furrow.

Hearing Ling Yun mention the word ghost, the young man's pupils shrank, and a bloodthirsty light burst out like substance. His identity has always been his biggest secret, and the least he can ever know. But the man in front of him could see his reality at a glance.

"This person, you can't stay, otherwise it will bring a fatal crisis to the tribe!" A trace of darkness flashed in the young man's eyes, and his body instantly turned into countless afterimages, killing towards Ling Yun.

In an instant, countless shadows appeared around Ling Yun, each of which was carrying a dagger in his hand, stabbing towards the fatal place around Ling Yun's body.

Looking at the countless afterimages around his body, Ling Yun was not in a hurry and raised his right index finger. No matter how tricky the dagger stabbed out of the phantom's hand, Ling Yun's fingers could always stop the dagger first. The dagger slashed at the index finger, splashing pieces of sparks, but it was never able to break through the defense line of Ling Yun's finger.

In just a few breaths, there were countless sparks floating around Ling Yun, which looked quite beautiful, but each of these flickering sparks was a deadly attack that was resisted.

"Ding-" The last humming sound sounded, and the remnants surrounding Ling Yun disappeared in unison, and the Phantom Killer appeared three feet in front of Ling Yun.

The Phantom Killer's eyes were fixed on Ling Yun, and he couldn't stop panting, and sweat continued to spill from his body, wetting his tights. This sweat was not only left by his overconsumption after using the move just now, but also the cold sweat that broke out when facing Ling Yun's invisible pressure.

"Phantom Kill, Dagger of the End, I think you are not an ordinary person in the Phantom Clan." Ling Yun glanced up and down at the Phantom Killer and said slowly.

The Phantom Killer didn't say a word, but slowly raised the dagger in his hand, and the aura on his body began to swell abnormally.

Seeing this scene, Ling Yun's brows furrowed slightly, his body flashed, and he instantly appeared in front of the Phantom Killer. The Phantom Killer's face changed, and his figure immediately retreated, but Ling Yun's speed was faster than him, and he instantly clicked on his body.

The Phantom Slayer stiffened, unable to move any longer, and then fell backwards with inertia. Ling Yun grabbed it casually and pulled up the phantom killer who was about to fall. At the same time, the abnormal upward fluctuations on the Phantom Killer gradually dissipated.

"You, who the hell are you?" The Phantom Killer stared at Ling Yun with a hoarse tone.

What he used just now was the secret method of burning his own fighting energy and life, which was irreversible after it was activated, and would only stop until a person's life was completely burned out. But the fact that the person in front of him had actually prevented the outbreak of his secret method was really unbelievable to him.

"It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that as the Holy Son of the Phantom Clan, how could you come out to be a killer?" Ling Yun's gaze fell on the magic pattern on the man's body, and he asked slowly. "Could it be that as I said, something has happened to the Phantom Clan?"

"How do you know my identity?" Xuan Ying looked at Ling Yun with a hint of horror in his eyes.

Now, answer my question first! As for my identity, you won't believe me even if I tell me now. Ling Yun glanced at Xuan Ying faintly, and suddenly frowned. What is this breath? ”

Ling Yun's finger touched Xuan Ying's body a little, and a trace of black aura appeared in his hand.

"You, you actually ......" Xuan Ying looked at the trace of black aura in Ling Yun's hand, and a trace of joy flashed in his eyes.

When he found that he could move, he immediately knelt on the ground: "Xuanying implores, sir, save our clan!" ”