Under the night, a white figure galloped towards Nanluo City next door.
His figure was like a ghost, and he was running as fast as the wind. He was so fast that only a few afterimages could be seen. If ordinary people saw him, they would definitely think that he had seen a ghost in the middle of the night.
This figure is none other than Song Xuan, the leader of the Underworld who just escaped from Chen Feiyu’s sword!
"It's not surprising that Chen Feiyu came to Ferland City, but he actually knew that I was in Sophia Cathedral. Who provided him with the information, and who was the person who tipped me off before?
Forget it, I will investigate these issues later. Unexpectedly, Chen Feiyu's strength has improved again. Although I successfully saved my life, Ma Qi was completely killed by Chen Feiyu's sword.
It's a pity that the time to refine Ma Qi is not long. It only takes more than a month to complete the calculation. It is difficult to exert the best power of our Hades Refining Corpse Man. If I can be given three years to refine it, even if Chen Feiyu has the Longyuan Sword in his hand,
I can't even think of hurting Ma Qi easily. It's a pity, it's a pity, it won't be that easy to find a body as suitable as Ma Qi for refining in the future."
When Song Xuan thought of this, his teeth itched with hatred.
Not long after, he arrived at a cathedral in a suburb of Nanluo City and walked in without knocking. When he saw a clergyman coming from the church, he said: "When will your Pope come?
I have something important to see him."
Before the clergy could speak, suddenly, a proud voice sounded out of thin air in the solemn church.
"There are actually Chinese people coming to Northern Europe again. It's interesting. It's really interesting."
The voice is not only proud, but also in Chinese.
Song Xuan's face changed slightly and he shouted: "How can a young man like Fang Xiao pretend to be a ghost?"
The next moment, a handsome and elegant middle-aged man walked out from inside the church.
He looked arrogant and walked forward with his hands behind his back, his pace was neither fast nor slow, as if he was sure of everything.
Song Xuan looked at this strange Chinese man in surprise, with a somewhat solemn expression, because he could not feel the aura of a warrior on him at all, so he could not know the details of the other person.
The middle-aged Chinese man walked to the center of the church and stood there. He looked at Song Xuan casually and said, "Who are you?"
Song Xuan frowned slightly, dissatisfied with the other party's arrogant attitude.
You know, he is the master of Hades, the peak powerhouse in the "late stage of legend". No matter where he goes, everyone respects him. Is there anyone as arrogant as the middle-aged man at this moment who doesn't take him seriously?
Since the other party is arrogant, then Song Xuan must be even more arrogant!
Immediately, Song Xuan raised his head and said arrogantly: "I am Song Xuan, the sect master of the Hades. You..."
Before Song Xuan could finish what he said, the middle-aged man opposite interrupted him directly: "In front of me, you are not qualified to call me 'old man', you are too young!"
Song Xuan's breathing suddenly stagnated. He was already over a hundred years old. Who dared to brazenly say that he was young? The strength and domineering nature of the other party was beyond his expectation!
"You have to pay the price for being arrogant in front of me!" Song Xuan snorted coldly, suddenly activated his inner energy, and struck the opponent with a volley of palms.
I saw a huge force of palm bursting out of the air and attacking the opponent with an unstoppable force. The powerful aura continuously impacted the walls around the church, and the benches used for worship and prayer were swaying around.
The surrounding clergy were shocked. This Chinese man was so powerful!
Just as the palm power was about to hit the middle-aged man, suddenly, the palm power disappeared out of thin air, as if it had never appeared.
I saw the middle-aged man still standing there with his hands behind his back, with a hint of contempt in his arrogant posture: "You want to test my strength, you have once again proved your youth and ignorance."
Song Xuan's face suddenly changed. Although he had only used 70% of his strength in the palm strike just now, it was not something that ordinary people could block. However, the opponent not only blocked it, but he also did not move his hands or feet, showing that he was able to do so with ease.
He had only seen such shocking strength in Liu Hanxiao.
It can be seen from this that the opponent's strength is definitely not inferior to Liu Hanxiao!
Looking at the whole of China, there is only one person whose strength can be compared with Liu Hanxiao!
An idea flashed in Song Xuan's mind and he said in disbelief: "You...are you Long Jingyun from the Long family of the ghost doctor?"
"You didn't recognize me until now. Not only are you young, but you also have little experience."
Yes, this middle-aged man with astonishing strength is none other than Long Jingyun!
Song Xuan's expression changed again. Although he had already guessed Long Jingyun's identity, hearing Long Jingyun's admission with his own ears still stirred up a storm in his heart.
You know, Hades and the Ghost Doctor Sect have been sworn enemies for thousands of years. If Long Jingyun decided to kill him here, Song Xuan would definitely not be able to resist it!
Thinking of this, even though Song Xuan was determined, he couldn't help but feel a layer of cold sweat on his forehead, and secretly complained in his heart. He had just escaped from death, and in the blink of an eye he was in the tiger's den again. Isn't this too unlucky?
As if he understood what Song Xuan was thinking, Long Jingyun said calmly: "I came overseas for two purposes. One is to kill Chen Feiyu, and the other is to rob the 'Angel's Tears'.
The so-called enemy of the enemy is a friend. On the matter of killing Chen Feiyu, you and I have common interests and positions. As for 'Angel's Tears', hey."
Song Xuan understood and immediately bowed his head respectfully and said: "Senior, don't worry, the purpose of my trip is only to avenge Chen Feiyu's death, and I have no intention of competing with senior for the 'Angel's Tears'."
"Very good, we have reached a consensus that your life will be safe during this period in Northern Europe." Long Longjing said with satisfaction.
"Thank you, senior." Song Xuan breathed a sigh of relief and quietly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He was secretly wondering, even if Long Jingyun came to Northern Europe, why did he also get in touch with the Holy See and come to Nanluo City?
Suddenly, a clergyman walked out from inside the church, came to Long Jingyun and Song Xuan, and said respectfully in Chinese: "The Pope has invited two distinguished guests to speak."
Song Xuan said in surprise: "The Pope has arrived?"
The cleric said with a smile: "Not only His Holiness the Pope, but also the most powerful person in the Tianzhu Sect and the saint of the Tianzhu Sect will not come in these two days."
Song Xuan nodded: "With so many strong men joining forces, we will be more sure of killing Chen Feiyu."
Long Jingyun didn't speak, turned around and walked towards the interior of the church.
Song Xuan looked at Long Jingyun's back, his eyes flickered, and he secretly calculated in his heart that with Long Jingyun's participation, it would be easy to kill Chen Feiyu. After killing Chen Feiyu and returning to China, he must think of a perfect strategy to stop Long Jingyun.
Kill him in the underworld, or find an opportunity to end Long Jingyun's life in Northern Europe!
The next day, Chen Feiyu came outside a bar called "Victoria". According to the information provided by Josh, Benjamin, a local gangster in Phelan City, was in this bar at the moment.
"I hope Josh didn't lie to me and could really find out the news about the 'Dark World' from Benjamin. Otherwise, even if Josh is a member of the royal family, he will not escape death!"