Elder Xuan put his hand into his sleeve and watched the two sides fight with cold eyes, and he had no intention of making a move. His true strength is the seventh layer of God Refining, although he has not yet reached the peak of God Refining, but with the help of the ancestral secret method, many masters of the peak of God Refining cannot please him in his hands.

Lin Yun and Mo Bing'er had been arguing in the rear for so long, Xuan Lao had noticed them a long time ago, but he didn't want to make any more moves now, so he simply ignored the fact that Mo Bing'er had escaped.

Pan Fu frowned and leaned over to Xuan Lao's side, and said with some dissatisfaction: "Sir, now the battle situation is stalemate in the fog, you can see ......"

Xuan Lao glanced at Pan Fu obliquely, and flicked his ten fingers in succession, and with each flick, blue light converged into sharp arrows and submerged into the mist, bringing up bursts of blood mist, adding a bit of blood red to the light brown mist composed of water mist and smoke and dust.

"City Lord, I have repaid your kindness, and you and I will have nothing to do with it in the future. After speaking, Xuan Lao didn't wait for Pan Fu to answer, he just disappeared without a trace, and he didn't want to meddle in this matter anymore.

The masters of the Mo family have been slaughtered by Xuan Lao, and only Lin Yun is still fighting to the death. But now that Lin Yun had lost the Soul Suppression Bell, and the cultivation of those black-clothed monks was higher than him, the situation was already precarious.

Lin Yun in the mist probably also understood this situation, once the dozen or so black-clothed monks attacked him, he might be captured alive in an instant. If Lin Yun is captured now, then Mo Bing'er, who hasn't run far, will be in danger, and he must buy more time.

However, Lin Yun's strength has not risen but decreased recently, and after the Five Elements Seal was unsealed, his strength was only comparable to the seventh level of Qi training, how could he entangle these dozen Zhou Tian masters?

At this time, Lin Yun, who was in trouble, happened to see Xuan Lao leaving, and Pan Fu had no master around to protect him. In a flash of light, Lin Yun had a plan, and the only possibility he could delay now was to find a way to capture Pan Fu as a threat.

Several black-clothed monks had already surrounded him, and they wanted to capture Lin Yun alive.

Lin Yun raised his hand and aimed at Pan Fu, and the mana worked in his palm, absorbing all the water mist into his palm, "Water mist is exterminated!" The milky white light pillar shot straight at Pan Fu from his palm.

But how could those black-clothed men let Lin Yun succeed, and one of the monks who was closer to Lin Yun grabbed Lin Yun's wrist and held it high.

The milky white pillar of light forcibly changed direction and shot into the sky, disappearing into invisibility.

Then, Lin Yun was pressed to the ground by the two black-clothed monks, unable to move.

The remaining black-clothed monks examined the corpse of the Mo family master lying on the ground, and one of them arched his hand and reported to Pan Fu: "Lord Qiqi, there is no corpse of Mo Bing'er. ”

"What," Pan Fu snorted coldly, "What are you doing to eat, don't chase it yet!"

More than a dozen black-clothed monks looked at each other, and in the end, two of them were left to guard Lin Yun, and the rest went straight into the ice field to chase and kill Mo Bing'er who escaped.

Lin Yun was anxious in his heart, and secretly prayed that Mo Bing'er was clever enough, with his current situation, he was not sure that he would be able to capture Pan Fu.

As soon as he moved slightly and wanted to get up, Lin Yun was immediately pressed to the ground again by the two monks, it seemed that they were very cautious and didn't want to make any changes.

Pan Fu noticed Lin Yun's small movements, walked up to the latter, and ordered the two black-clothed monks with a sneer: "Set him up for me." ”

The two black-clothed monks snorted coldly, but they still set Lin Yun up as they said.

Pan Fu stretched out his hand to lift Lin Yun's chin and sneered, "Little bastard, it's finally in my hands." ”

There was a mocking smile on the corner of Lin Yun's mouth, he had long been prepared to die. But now that the man in black didn't make a move, Lin Yun really didn't believe that Pan Fu could do anything to him, after all, the cold poison was still in a state of unsealing, and his whole body was guarded by cold ice armor, as long as the cold poison was not exhausted, the armor would be automatically repaired.

Seeing that mocking smile, Pan Fu swung his fist heavily into Lin Yun's face.

Lin Yun laughed out loud and teased, "Didn't you eat breakfast, did you, just this little strength?"

Annoyed, Pan Fu shouted at one of the two blackfriars, "Call me!"

The blackfriar frowned, "But ......"

"But what," Pan Fu glared, "I let you beat him, and I didn't let you kill him." ”

Hearing this, Lin Yun's face suddenly became solemn, he was a little puzzled, Pan Fu was just a small city lord of Anbei City, how could he have such a big force, and there were actually more than a dozen Zhou Tian masters under his command.

It wasn't until just now that Lin Yun noticed that these monks in black clothes and black robes did not have the same respect for Pan Fu as their subordinates did for their masters, and when Pan Fu gave the order, these monks had to hesitate for a while.

Moreover, listening to the conversation between the two, there seems to be something else hidden in the matter, these monks seem to be very taboo about killing Lin Yun, and they don't even dare to hit hard.

The black-clothed monk impatiently let go of Lin Yun's hand and punched the latter in the chest.

Although he was protected by the armor of cold poison, Lin Yun still wanted to bow over in pain, and the moment he was hit, he felt a little out of breath, and his stomach kept churning up with sour water.

But the other black-clothed monk still held Lin Yun steadily, and Lin Yun had no choice but to leave his feet off the ground and hang on the black-clothed monk's arm.

"Happy," Lin Yun let out a long breath and smiled reluctantly: "Good son, two more punches." ”

When the black-clothed monk who had beaten him before heard this, he sneered and responded, "Dead duck has a hard mouth?" After speaking, he held Lin Yun and put one knee on the latter's lower abdomen.

This time it was much harder than the previous punch, Lin Yun couldn't hold back and spit out the blood in his mouth.

Just as the black-clothed monk kicked again, Lin Yun suddenly turned his head to face the monk who was holding him, and the blood in his mouth turned into a bloody arrow and shot straight into the monk's face.

The monk who held Lin Yun was shocked, and directly let go of Lin Yun and retreated backwards.

Lin Yun made a deft roll on the ground, skillfully dodging the attack of the other monk, and then he swept his leg and swept Pan Fu to the ground, who was already panicked.

The blue dagger instantly condensed in Lin Yun's hand, and he pressed the dagger against Pan Fu's neck, and said coldly, "If you come again, I'll kill him." Hearing this, Pan Fu beside him was so frightened that he didn't even dare to come out.

The two monks looked at each other, they never thought that Lin Yun would have the ability to escape from them, and his grasp of time would be so accurate, forcing one person away in an instant, taking advantage of the situation to dodge the other's attack, and capturing Pan Fu in one go.

The monk who attacked Lin Yun earlier saw that things were not good, and hurriedly smiled and said, "Little brother, there is something to discuss, let him go, and we will let you go." ”

"Hehe," Lin Yun couldn't help laughing, "When I'm a three-year-old, when I release him, I'm afraid you'll immediately attack me and capture me again." ”

The blackfriar stretched out his hands and asked "sincerely", "Then what do you say?"

Lin Yun glared at him, "Let me ask you, is there a way for your group of people to contact each other?"

The blackfriar's eyes rolled slightly, and he replied, "No." Lin Yun directly made a gesture to give the dagger away, and ended Pan Fu's name.

"Yes, yes......" The blackfriar hurriedly raised his hands.

Lin Yun exhaled, and as he expected, some secret teams had ways to communicate with each other, some imitated animal sounds, some were signal flares, and so on.

"Call back all those who went into the depths of the ice field. Lin Yun said sharply.

The two men in black glanced at each other, and one of them took out a bone whistle and put it in his mouth and blew it at a strange frequency. The bone whistle seemed to be made of animal bones, and its sound was extremely penetrating, and the sharp sound reached deep into the ice field, echoing from the valley.

Lin Yun suddenly relaxed a little, hoping that Mo Bing'er had not been caught or killed, once these people were recalled, Mo Bing'er would have a much better chance of surviving under the protection of the Soul Suppression Bell.

Lin Yun put the dagger on Pan Fu's neck, carefully picked it up, and retreated into the ice field step by step.

The two black-robed monks followed suit, and every time Lin Yun took a step back, they took a step forward.

"If you go one step further, I'll kill him, and we'll be dead. Lin Yun threatened that he had to enter the ice field and find Mo Bing'er to wait for the rescue of the Mo family elders, but the top priority was to get out of the hands of these two black-robed monks first.

Just when the two black-robed monks didn't know what to do, a hoarse voice suddenly came from the side: "Then kill him." Before he finished speaking, a thin snake condensed from blue mana flew towards Pan Fu.

"Who?" Lin Yun was startled, and was about to pick up Pan Fu to dodge, but was shocked to find that Pan Fu's chest was pierced through the heart by the thin snake with an astonishing speed, and even the immortals could not be saved.

A figure dressed in a black robe and looking a little rickety appeared, his body was all hidden under the black robe, and Lin Yun couldn't even see his eyes.

The other two black-robed monks clasped their fists and saluted, "Special Envoy!"

Pan Fu was not dead for a while, he raised his hand slightly, and pointed at the so-called envoy tremblingly, "You...... You ......" Before he could finish speaking, he lost his breath and died without blinking his eyes. Until his death, Pan Fu didn't understand why the envoy who promised to give him a high-ranking official and a bright future wanted to kill him.

Lin Yun put down Pan Fu's corpse and said sarcastically: "It's so ruthless, kill everyone yourself." "Without Pan Fu's life talisman, he will probably become a prisoner again.

"Excuse me," the black-robed envoy sneered for a while, and continued: "In terms of ruthlessness, who can compare to your Mo family. ”

Lin Yun lightly kicked Pan Fu's dead corpse, "The Mo family doesn't treat human life like a mustard, I know your conspiracy, and I also know whose lackey you are." Through the conversation between Pan Fu and the black-clothed monks, Lin Yun had already guessed the matter, but he hadn't figured out what the purpose of the Snow King was, but it must be unfavorable to the Mo family.

The black-robed envoy was silent for a while, and after a while, he raised his arm, revealing a withered and pale hand from the black robe, aimed at Lin Yun, "You know too much, I originally planned to spare your life, but now I really can't leave you!"