Under the cover of night, the black shadow revealed a pair of greedy bloody eyes, staring at the sword in Ye Lingfeng's hand.

"Hehe, if you want it, you can get it. Ye Lingfeng smiled and held his sword horizontally in front of him.

Ye Lingfeng had already taken advantage of the darkness around him to condense a clone, and this clone could be combined with 20 phantoms to skillfully blend into the darkness.

The bloody eyes frowned in the darkness, secretly looking at the darkness around them, and probing with their divine senses found that there was nothing wrong with them.

"Does he have any other backhand?" he looked around and felt that something was wrong.

But he looked at the scene around him, and did not find anyone, not that he could not observe with the naked eye in the night, on the contrary, the light could be changed at will in the eyes of the monks, but the night was also a pleasure in their eyes.

Even though he looked around him as if it was day, he didn't notice anything unusual about Night Ridge, which made him think that Night Storm was just bluffing him.

Ye Lingfeng saw a fire appear in his hand holding the iron rod, and the fire spread from his palm to the entire iron rod, and the entire iron rod creaked.

"Crackling..."

As soon as the voice sounded, his iron rod unexpectedly shed a piece of iron and slammed it into the ground.

Then another piece of iron fell, until a complete stick appeared in front of Ye Lingfeng.

The two ends are decorated with purple gold patterns, and when held in the hand, there is an illusion of contempt for the world.

"What kind of stick is this?" Ye Lingfeng said curiously, looking at the stick in his hand.

"Purple Gold Divine Stick!" he snorted coldly, and slapped Ye Ling Feng on the head.

The stick seemed to have broken the seal of the iron sheet, and a heavy feeling emanated from his hand, as if it weighed a thousand gold.

"A sword strikes!"

Night Wind roared, and a golden streak hovered behind him.

"Boom... When the two strong forces collided together, the black shadow flew upside down ten meters away, and Ye Lingfeng only took five steps back, but Ye Lingfeng's hand trembled.

"What a strong force. Ye Lingfeng put his left hand on his right hand, feeling the power reverberating in his body, and his luck spiritual power suppressed this power.

The black shadow flew out upside down, a mouthful of blood appeared in the air, and he knelt on one knee, and the "bell" stick slammed into the ground with a heavy sound.

A black shadow rose from the ground, and those bloody eyes were breathtaking.

Looking at Ye Lingfeng, he was secretly shocked: "I didn't expect this son to be so young, he has such a kind of cultivation, if he doesn't get rid of it, it will become a big disaster in the future." ”

He was no longer hiding in the dark, he took off his black robe, revealing a rough face, looking at Ye Lingfeng fiercely, with a cruel smile on his face.

He shouted to the surroundings, "Are you still hiding? ”

The three of them glanced at one of the men in black, as if asking for instructions, and after getting his nod of approval, the three disappeared in place.

When they reappeared, they were already in front of Ye Lingfeng, Ye Lingfeng looked at the four of them, and felt a little bad, one of these four people was in the middle stage of Jindan, and the other three were all in the early stage.

These four people are the four dark saints of the assassination organization, I didn't expect the four of them to gather together, Ye Lingfeng thought that there was only one person in the assassination base now, the one who fought with Ye Lingfeng before, but he didn't expect the other three to hide.

"If you have the ability, come one by one!" Ye Lingfeng shouted at them.

"Boy, I'll meet you. One of the Dark Saints, who was holding a sword, said to Night Lingfeng.

He is Christopher, one of the Four Dark Saints.

His sword was like a chain, and the blade was far longer than the other swords, even twice as long as the Blue Sky Sword in Ye Lingfeng's hand.

The sword was as fast and powerful as a madness, Ye Lingfeng lifted the blue sky sword and blocked, and the brutal force directly knocked Ye Lingfeng more than ten meters away, and he only took two steps back.

Christopher looked at Ye Lingfeng and licked his tongue and said, "Tsk, boy, is that all that is your strength?"

The blood in Ye Lingfeng's chest surged, "Damn, you dare to say that you can't do it, teach him a lesson." ”

Immediately turned his body into action, lifted his sword and slashed at him.

Christopher and Night Ling Feng fought together, and the other three dark saints were watching from the sidelines, and did not make a move, to their status, although the sneak attack was effective, but they who thought they were noble would not do such a face-damaging thing, they regarded face and reputation as particularly important.

Although they are killers, in the killer world, the status of a successful assassin who takes advantage of the danger of others is completely different from that of an assassin who succeeds in assassination on his own.

Although the former will also be respected, after all, it is also part of the strength, but the latter shows amazing wisdom and strength.

Christopher's hand quickly blocked, and the more he fought, the more startled he became, "What's going on, his sword..."

As he fought Christopher, Night Ling Feng found himself as if he were part of it, the sword in his hand as if it had become his right hand, moving as he pleased.

The sword in his hand is getting faster and faster, from the disadvantage at the beginning, to the balance of power.

Christopher found that every time Night Wind swung a sword, everywhere the sword passed, there was an afterimage.

This is the beauty of Phantom Speed Shadow with swordsmanship, which makes the swordsmanship faster and more powerful.

Around Night Ridge, 29 phantoms appeared, except for the clone that merged into the 20 phantoms, these 29 phantom followers slashed towards Christopher.

Picking, stabbing, chopping, chopping, chopping, etc., Ye Lingfeng is more proficient, every time he swings the sword, it is like a wonderful artistic conception existence, a villain appears in his mind, imitating every move of Ye Lingfeng.

The other three Dark Saints were shocked when they saw Ye Lingfeng's state, they knew that this was sword intent, this was the sword dao artistic conception that only kendo geniuses had.

"This son is really evil, who is he?" Webster, one of the Four Dark Saints, said solemnly.

"Whoever he is, he will fall again today. The Dark Saint holding the stick said with a vicious look in his eyes, he was Harun, one of the Four Dark Saints.

"That's right. The other Dark Saint nodded.

Christopher became more and more frightened the more he fought, Ye Lingfeng's sword technique was far faster than before, more than twice as fast, and his strength was twice as high.

He didn't pay attention, and leaked a flaw, the corners of Ye Lingfeng's mouth rose, and he stabbed towards the flaw, Christopher dodged, thinking that when he dodged the sword, he found that there was a strong aura of crisis behind him.

Ye Lingfeng's clone emerged from the darkness and took the opportunity to slash at Christopher, who had lost his footing, and this sword had amazing power, and a giant dragon appeared around the sword, roaring and biting Christopher angrily.

Christopher hurriedly tried to block, but found that a terrifying golden pill aura came out behind him again, and Ye Lingfeng also swung a sword to smash Christopher back and forth.

"Not good!" Webster exclaimed, and the other three Dark Saints didn't need to say much, and disappeared directly to Christopher.

Ye Lingfeng was locked by three breaths, and a majestic force made him tremble in his heart, so he had no choice but to withdraw his hand and flee backwards.

But the three Dark Saints didn't miss this opportunity, and after destroying Ye Lingfeng's clone, they besieged Ye Lingfeng again.

Christopher breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Ye Lingfeng fiercely, and then followed the three of them to chase Ye Lingfeng.

Ye Lingfeng had no choice but to flee here, but fortunately it was very wide here, but he was not afraid of these people.

"Damn, why is this son so fast!"

Looking at the speed of Night Wind, Christopher was amazed.

"I'm afraid I give him the latter secret method. A mid-stage Dark Saint pondered.

The others nodded, and that was the only thing that could have convinced them.

"If it weren't for the Phantom Shadow, I'm afraid they would have caught up. Ye Ling Feng floated in the air like a gust of wind, playing with the four of them, and the four of them watched themselves being played like monkeys by a boy under 20 years old, and they were angry and angry.

"Don't hide it, subdue him. The Dark Saint in the middle of the Jindan looked at Ye Ling Feng and said heavily, if this continues, Ye Ling Feng has not stopped, and they will have to lie down tired.

"Good. The three of them said in unison.

The terrifying aura of the four people together overwhelmed Ye Lingfeng, and even his speed slowed down, and when he stopped looking at the four people, his pupils suddenly shrank, as if he saw some terrifying side, and Ye Lingfeng was so frightened that he hugged his head and fled.

"It's over, it's over, it's time to play. Ye Lingfeng cried with a sad face, those four people actually planned to destroy this place, if this Jindan power didn't care about anything at all, that terrifying power even Ye Lingfeng was terrified, this is also the place where Jindan monks didn't dare to fight with all their might.

"Hmph, I want to run now, it's too late. Christopher snorted coldly, the sword in his hand let out a roar, and a reckless streak appeared behind him, like a phantom, real and illusory.

Not only him, but each of the other four Dark Saints used their strongest blow to make up their minds to destroy Ye Lingfeng.

The whole earth trembled, and the surviving killers outside the assassination base saw an amazing scene, and the entire Shadow Island trembled, and several roaring sounds came from below the base.

A strong death crisis appeared between Ye Lingfeng's eyebrows, "No, if you continue like this, you really have to fall here." ”

The right hand flipped a sword, and the sword body emitted a sword sound, and a sound wave like substance appeared, as if excited.

This sound wave disturbed the minds of the four dark saints, slowing down their charged blows.

The original faint light of the Blue Sky Sword vibrated greatly, emitting a brilliant blue light, shining in the world in this darkness, and where the blue light passed, it replaced the night.

The hilt of the sword came out of his body, and Ye Lingfeng closed his eyes and controlled the Blue Sky Sword with his powerful divine thoughts.

The Blue Sky Sword quickly surrounded the Night Ling Wind, forming a sword gang, and countless sword qi were vertical and horizontal, impenetrable.

Each sword qi had a blow from the early stage of Jindan, and the faces of the four dark saints from the power of that sword qi changed, and they had no time to avoid it and had to resist hard, leaving a few injuries on each person's body more or less, and they were even more resentful when they looked at Ye Lingfeng.

"This son is too terrifying to stay!"

The Blue Sky Sword flew around again, several sword gangs appeared, followed by more sword qi, this time the four dark saints were on guard, although they spent some aura, they finally blocked these sword qi, and just when they thought it was over, they all saw an incredible scene.

"Sword Walking Dragon!"