Ling Feng didn't even turn his mind to think about it, the Han Jiao Sword in his hand immediately slashed out, and the Cold Ice Gem (Demon Crystal) at the handle shot out a silver-white spiritual light, spreading out along the sword body, turning into a white Han Jiao, and rushing towards the middle-aged man in the yellow shirt!

The corners of the middle-aged man in the yellow shirt raised slightly, stretched out his hand to hold it, and a big yellow hand suddenly condensed, and then flashed in an instant, and actually pinched the white Han Jiao. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoOriginally, it was only a part of the spiritual energy body condensed by Han Jiao's soul and cold ice spiritual power, but it was bound like an entity, struggling desperately, but it was useless.

At the same time, Ling Feng silently exchanged for a fourth-order Thousand Miles Divine Talisman in his heart, and a red true talisman instantly appeared in the palm of his hand. With the urging of his true qi, the true talisman turned into a red aura and integrated into his body, and he suddenly felt that his body was suddenly much lighter, and his whole body seemed to be filled with strength. This fourth-order true talisman can exert all the amplification effects on him, and his body attribute instantly increased by 50%, reaching a terrifying level of 190 points, which is also an extremely high level among the grandmaster powerhouses!

In the next moment, the white Han Jiao was pinched and exploded by the big yellow hand, turning into white spiritual power and dissipating, and some of the Han Jiao's souls were also annihilated in an instant!

At this time, Ling Feng did not hesitate at all, turned around and ran, and after a short period of acceleration, he flew away at a terrifying speed of more than 100 meters per second.

"I want to run!"

The middle-aged man in the yellow shirt turned the big yellow hand into a true element, collected it in his body, and used light skills to chase quickly.

However, Ling Feng's speed at this time had reached an unbelievable level, and it was always difficult for the middle-aged man in the yellow shirt to catch up.

However, as a strong martial artist, his soul is extremely powerful, and he already has the ability to lock his soul for thousands of miles, as long as he locks on to a wisp of the enemy's breath, he can sense the general location of the enemy within a hundred miles. The so-called thousand miles are just imaginary numbers, and the stronger the martial soul, the farther the range of sensing.

The middle-aged man in the yellow shirt continued to track with the help of a wisp of Ling Feng's breath that he had just captured. Because he knew that Ling Feng's talisman blessing must have a time limit, as long as he chased it, he would definitely be able to catch up with the other party.

The black-robed Taoist priest was also chasing after him, and he wanted to retrieve his Xuanyin Flying Sword.

About ten minutes later, Ling Feng came to a riverside. This river is a tributary of the Canglang River, and there is a small boat parked by the river, and in the bright moonlight, a cyan figure wearing a hat is fishing beside it.

Ling Feng approached and vaguely saw a trace of silver hair, obviously an old man, so he said, "Old man, borrow your boat and use it." ”

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 man said: "Young man, why worry, you want to go to Taicang Lake, and when I catch a big fish, I will send you there in person!"

Ling Feng grabbed the Han Jiao Sword and said in a deep voice, "Who the hell are you!"

At this time, he looked at the fishing old man again, and suddenly felt abnormal, he could see this person with his eyes, but his soul was swept away, and the old man was like transparent air, completely imperceptible, not the slightest fluctuation of qi and blood, and true yuan. His complexion suddenly changed, and his heart was shocked, this was a deep-seated realm of the unity of heaven and man, which was not something that ordinary martial arts powerhouses could achieve. He never imagined that after the Martial Sect powerhouse of the Netherworld Palace, he would encounter an even more unfathomable Martial Sect powerhouse again!

It's just that after Ling Feng was shocked, he quickly calmed down, because it was impossible for the Netherworld Palace to dispatch two Martial Sect masters for his mere one-person master. He was silent for a moment and said, "The old man is from the Canglang Sword Sect?"

The old angler smiled: "You young man is quite clever, since you know, 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 not a single fish in it. When he looked at the river again, he saw that the hook was actually hanging in the air, and it was still a straight hook! He immediately felt funny, and he fished with a straight hook, and the wisher took the bait, and played the old trick of Mrs. Jiang. Is the way these seniors appear so weird?

After a while, Ling Feng had a faint guess, maybe he was really catching a big fish, and this big fish was really willing to take the bait.

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Seven or eight minutes later, the middle-aged man in the yellow shirt came to the riverside, and immediately found Ling Feng, as for the old man who was fishing, he subconsciously ignored it, so he smiled and said: "Lin Feng, why can't you run away? Could it be that I finally feel that I have taken refuge in our Netherworld Palace, but the deputy hall master is gone, at most I will give you a position as a protector!"

Although he was a little surprised that Ling Feng didn't run away, he wasn't worried at all, because it was really difficult for an innate martial artist to turn over tricks in the hands of a martial arts powerhouse.

Ling Feng turned around and said with a faint smile: "It's nothing to take refuge, but the position of Dharma Protector is too low, and if you don't have the position of hall master, you will definitely not do it!"

The middle-aged man in the yellow shirt laughed, and was about to say a few words to Kai Lingfeng.

At this time, the angler next to him suddenly turned around, took off the hat, and revealed his true face, but it was a middle-aged man dressed in a cyan robe, with handsome facial features, quite handsome, and two short beards.

Ling Feng was also a little stunned, it turned out that he was not an old man, and his silver hair was a disguise, but this was normal, except for the end of his life, the strong men of the Martial Sect generally did not show their old state.

The middle-aged man in the yellow shirt changed his complexion, as if he was facing a great enemy, and immediately held the handle of the knife on his waist, and the true yuan in his body was sharply condensed, and the sword intent of knowing the sea was also instantly condensed. He said coldly: "Yuan Cang, how did you find me?"

Before he made a move, he secretly observed Ling Feng chasing and killing the black-robed Taoist for a long time, and made sure that there was no ambush by a master of the same level before making a move. Moreover, he only made one move just now, and his qi was restrained and condensed, and it was fleeting, so he should not be noticed by a master of the same level so quickly. He was really curious how the other party found out!

The corners of the angler Yuan Cang's mouth raised slightly, and he said with a smile: "Xie Zhenkun, in order to kill you, I have been fishing for ten years by the riverside outside Cangzhou City, and today I finally caught your big fish." Ten years ago, you killed my disciple, and today this grudge is over, so let's die!"

The middle-aged man in the yellow shirt, that is, Xie Zhenkun, the hall master of the Cangzhou Hall of the Netherworld Palace, suddenly changed his face drastically, he never imagined that the other party would spend ten years here in order to kill him! Such a terrible enemy was really terrifying, and he faintly regretted getting rid of that person back then.

Unfortunately, it was too late!

Yuan Cang's figure had already flashed, like a glimpse of floating light, and instantly crossed a distance of seven zhang, appearing in front of Xie Zhenkun, and the fist condensed with white fist gang quickly smashed out!

Xie Zhenkun, as a martial arts powerhouse, naturally reacted slowly, a wisp of yellow light appeared, and the god-level long knife in his hand was instantly unsheathed, and the golden blade condensed with inches of sword light and quickly slashed out!

The fist collides with the god-level long knife!

With a bang, it was like a symphony of gold and iron, and the yellow and white spiritual waves were agitated, and Xie Zhenkun's figure retreated sharply!

Yuan Cang's fist was unharmed at all, his figure flashed, as if he was moving instantly, appeared in front of Xie Zhenkun, a punch blasted out, the punch strength did not arrive, and a mighty fist intent had already slammed into his mind like a wave of heaven and earth.