However, Ling Feng didn't even think about it. He immediately slashed out the Cold Dragon Sword in his hand. The ice gem (demon crystal) on the handle shot out a silvery white spiritual light, which spread along the sword body and turned into a white Cold Dragon, rushing towards it.
Towards the middle-aged man in yellow shirt!
The middle-aged man in yellow robe slightly raised the corner of his mouth, stretched out his hand to hold it, a big yellow hand suddenly condensed, and then in an instant, he actually pinched the white cold dragon. The spiritual energy body that was originally just a condensed part of the cold dragon's soul and ice spiritual power seemed to
The entity is generally restrained and struggling desperately, but to no avail.
At the same time, Ling Feng silently chanted in his mind to exchange for a fourth-level Thousand-mile Magic Talisman, and a red true talisman instantly appeared in the palm of his hand. As he activated his true energy, the true talisman turned into a red aura and integrated into his body, and he suddenly felt that his body became lighter.
A lot, and his whole body seemed to be filled with power. This fourth-level true talisman could exert its full amplifying effect on him. His movement attributes instantly increased by 50%, reaching a terrifying level of 190 points, which is also an extremely high level among the strong masters.
!
The next moment, the white cold dragon was crushed by the big yellow hand, turning into white spiritual power and dissipating, and some of the souls of the cold dragon were instantly annihilated!
At this time, Ling Feng turned around and ran away without any hesitation. After a brief acceleration, he escaped at a terrifying speed of more than 100 meters per second.
"Want to run!"
The middle-aged man in yellow shirt turned his big yellow hand into real energy, took it into his body, and used Qinggong to quickly pursue him.
However, Ling Feng's speed has reached an incredible level at this time, and the middle-aged man in yellow shirt has always been unable to catch up.
However, as a strong man in the martial arts, his soul is extremely powerful and he already has the ability to lock the soul for thousands of miles. As long as he locks on the enemy's breath, he can sense the enemy's general position within a hundred miles. The so-called thousand miles is just an imaginary number, and martial arts
The stronger the soul, the farther the range of sensing.
The middle-aged man in yellow shirt used the wisp of Ling Feng's aura he had just captured to continue tracking him. Because he knew that Ling Feng's spell blessing must have a time limit, and as long as he continued to pursue him, he would definitely be able to catch him.
The black-robed Taoist priest was also chasing after him, and he wanted to get his Xuanyin Flying Sword back.
About ten minutes later, Ling Feng came to a river. This river was a tributary of the Canglang River. There was a small boat parked by the river. In the bright moonlight, a green figure wearing a bamboo hat was fishing beside it.
Ling Feng came closer and vaguely saw strands of silver hair. He was obviously an old man and said: "My father, I can lend you your boat for a while."
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 fisherman said: "Young man, why are you so anxious? If you want to go to Taicang Lake, I will take you there myself when I catch a big fish!"
Ling Feng held the Hanjiao Sword and said in a deep voice: "Who are you!"
At this time, when he looked at the old fishing man again, he suddenly felt something strange. He could see this person with his eyes, but when his soul thought swept away, the old man was like transparent air, completely imperceptible, not even the slightest trace of energy, blood, or true energy fluctuations.
When he arrived, his complexion suddenly changed, and he was horrified. This was a deep state of unity between heaven and man, which was not something that ordinary martial arts masters could achieve. He never thought that after the martial arts masters from Netherworld Palace, he would be there again.
Encounter an even more unpredictable martial arts master!
But after Ling Feng was frightened, he quickly calmed down, because it was impossible for the Netherworld Palace to send out two martial arts masters for his mere master list. He was silent for a moment and said: "Is my father from the Canglang Sword Sect?"
The old fisherman smiled and said: "You young man is quite smart. Now that you know it, 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 no fish in it. He looked at the river again and saw that the fishhook was hanging in the air, and it was still a straight hook! He suddenly felt funny, fishing with a straight hook
, whoever is willing takes the bait and plays Jiang Taigong's old tricks again. Are these senior masters all so weird in their appearance?
After a while, Ling Feng vaguely guessed that maybe he was really fishing for a big fish, and the big fish really took the bait voluntarily.
…
Seven or eight minutes later, the middle-aged man in yellow shirt came to the riverside and immediately spotted Ling Feng. As for the old fisherman, he subconsciously ignored him, so he smiled and said: "Lin Feng, why can't you run away? Could it be that you finally feel that you have taken refuge in our Netherworld Palace?"
, but the deputy hall master is gone, so I will give you a position of guardian at most!"
Although he was a little surprised that Ling Feng didn't run away, he was not worried at all, because it was really difficult for an innate martial artist to pull off tricks in the hands of a strong martial artist.
Ling Feng turned around and said with a faint smile: "It's okay to seek refuge, but the position of guardian is too low. If I don't have the position of hall leader, I will definitely not do it!"
The middle-aged man in yellow shirt laughed and was about to tease Kai Lingfeng a few words.
At this time, the angler next to him suddenly turned around, took off his hat, and revealed his true face. He was a middle-aged man wearing a green gown, with handsome features and two short beards.
Ling Feng was also a little surprised. It turned out that he was not an old man, and his silver hair was just a disguise. However, this was normal. Unless his life span was about to expire, the strong men of the Wuzong generally did not show their old appearance.
However, the expression of the middle-aged man in yellow shirt changed. He immediately grasped the hilt of the knife at his waist as if facing a formidable enemy. The true energy in his body sharply condensed, and the consciousness of the sword also condensed instantly. He said coldly: "Yuan Cang, how did you find out?
mine?"
Before he took action, he secretly observed Ling Feng chasing the black-robed Taoist priest for a long time, and made sure that no master of the same level was ambushing him before taking action. Moreover, he had only made one move just now, and his Qi was restrained and condensed, and it disappeared in a flash.
He was not noticed by experts at the same level so quickly. He was really curious about how the other party discovered him!
The angler Yuan Cang raised his lips slightly and said with a smile: "Xie Zhenkun, in order to kill you, I have been fishing on the riverside outside Cangzhou City for ten years. Today I finally caught a big fish like you. Ten years.
Before, you killed my disciple, today the grudge has been settled, you should die!"
The middle-aged man in yellow shirt, Xie Zhenkun, the master of Cangzhou Hall of Netherworld Palace, suddenly changed his expression. He never imagined that the other party would waste ten years here just to kill him! Such a terrifying enemy was really frightening, and he felt a little regret.
Get rid of that person back then.
Unfortunately, it's too late!
Yuan Cang's figure flashed, like a fleeting image, spanning a distance of seven feet in an instant, appearing in front of Xie Zhenkun, and punched out rapidly with a fist condensed with white fists!
As a strong martial artist, Xie Zhenkun naturally reacted quickly. A ray of yellow light suddenly appeared, and the magic weapon-level sword in his hand was instantly unsheathed. The golden blade condensed an inch of light and he slashed out quickly!
The fist collides with the divine weapon-level sword!
With a clanging sound, like gold and iron clashing, yellow and white spiritual waves stirred, Xie Zhenkun retreated sharply!
Yuancang's fist was not damaged at all, and his body flashed, as if he had moved instantly, and appeared in front of Xie Zhenkun. He punched out, but before the punch came, a mighty fist force was already like the waves of the Tianhe River.