At this moment, Ling Feng's expression changed suddenly, and he did not dare to delay at all. He used the Wind Chasing Step and swept towards the distant mountains and forests like a gust of wind.
He moved very quickly and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Jie Jie, you moved very quickly, but unfortunately it was already a dead end."
Just a moment after Ling Feng disappeared, a cold voice slowly sounded, followed by a gray shadow that flashed away and chased Ling Feng.
"Whoosh"
Ling Feng's eyes were cold, and he used the Wind Chasing Step to the limit. His speed became faster and faster, and he shuttled through the mountains and forests, with cold sweat dripping down his body.
He could feel that the cold and stern murderous intent had not diminished at all, and was following him.
"From Moyun Sect?!"
Ling Feng's mind flashed, and he suddenly figured it out. As "Feng Lingtian", he pushed the disciples of Mo Yun Sect in the wilderness. Although his talent was amazing, he was not capable of being assassinated by a terrifying master.
After all, although the talent of a warrior is outstanding, it is not something that Mo Yunzong is so afraid of.
However, his alchemy talent was different. His performance was so eye-catching that he was able to refine a half-step mysterious elixir at a young age. This only took half a year. It can be said that in less than two years, he might become an alchemy spiritual master.
This is the most terrifying thing, Mo Yunzong will definitely get rid of him.
"The person coming is at least a martial artist, maybe even a martial spirit!"
Ling Feng's face was ugly and his breathing was rapid. With his current strength, it would be extremely difficult to deal with even a half-step martial artist, let alone a martial spirit.
The silver treasure body cannot stop it, the only hope is mental power.
However, it is not easy to kill a martial spirit with mental power. The gap is too big.
Ling Feng was running and thinking, but in the end he shook his head and smiled bitterly. He had taken it lightly. He was afraid that as soon as the alchemy competition was over, the news would have spread back to Mo Yunzong, and by then they would have already targeted him.
It's terrible!
A large river with dark green water was rushing in front of Ling Feng. His face suddenly changed, and a bad feeling came to his mind.
"Whoosh"
At this moment, a figure came over quietly. He was dressed in gray and was a middle-aged man with an unattractive appearance and gloomy triangular eyes.
"Why don't you run away?"
The middle-aged man smiled coldly and said, "This is the Dark Yin River. You can jump into the river."
The water of the Dark Yin River is so cold that even a martial artist cannot hold on for long, otherwise the Yin evil spirit will enter the body and ordinary pills will not be able to save it.
He was quite familiar with the wilderness, and when he saw Ling Feng running in this direction, he didn't take his time at all.
"Mo Yunzong's martial arts powerhouse!"
Ling Feng's face turned pale all of a sudden. He felt a powerful aura from the latter's body. It was no longer true energy or cyclone, but Wu Jing, but spiritual energy.
Only by sublimating the martial crystal and advancing to the spiritual energy can one become a martial spirit, and there is no doubt that the middle-aged man in front of him is a martial spirit.
However, what Ling Feng didn't expect was that Mo Yunzong really "valued" him and actually sent such a master.
"Should I call you Ling Feng or Feng Lingtian?"
The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes and smiled, and said: "With your unparalleled alchemy talent and extremely amazing talent as a warrior, it can be said that you are a top genius in both elixir and martial arts, and your future achievements will definitely be amazing."
"It's a pity that you are a disciple of Lingwu Academy."
There was a bit of regret in the middle-aged man's eyes. There was no doubt about Ling Feng's talent, which made him excited. It would be great if such a genius were a disciple of Mo Yun Sect.
However, there is no if in the world!
And such a genius, if allowed to grow, would be too great a threat to Mo Yunzong.
With this young man around, the Moyun Sect's alchemy sect has been defeated and is on the verge of collapse. But when he grows up and his talent as a warrior fully explodes, the disciples of the Moyun Sect's Ling Sect will no longer need to practice.
Therefore, he had to kill Ling Feng ruthlessly.
"Mo Yunzong is indeed ruthless!"
Ling Feng's face turned a little pale, and he took a step back. The warrior storm emerged, and at the same time, the silver treasure body emitted a brilliant silver light.
In the sea of his soul, golden light was shining, and the small sword had been drawn, and he would attack if he didn't get it right.
If he doesn't want to die in this battle, he can only let the other party die!
However, facing such a martial spirit, he had no choice but to unleash all his fighting power. If he had the slightest concealment, he would not achieve any good results.
"The unique warrior cyclone is the key to your victory, right?"
The middle-aged man pursed his lips and smiled, and said: "Besides, your flesh and blood are very strong and must have been tempered. Unfortunately, all your resistance is in vain."
He walked forward, seemingly very slowly, but in the blink of an eye he was in front of Ling Feng. He also understood a movement technique, which was not weaker than the earth-level technique. Moreover, he was a martial spirit, so his speed was naturally faster than Ling Feng's.
A lot.
He clapped one hand, and a stream of spiritual energy flew out from his palm, forming a dagger and cutting Ling Feng.
Ling Feng was furious, and he dodged the dagger with a dodge of his steps.
However, the middle-aged man just smiled indifferently, and followed him like a shadow. He appeared in front of Ling Feng in an instant, and the small dagger killed him with even greater speed.
"kill!"
Ling Feng's expression became even more ugly. There was no doubt that the latter did not want to give him any chance to dodge and force him to die.
Now, he has no choice but to fight hard.
The Warrior Storm and the Silver Treasure Body were all in full force, and the Dragon Flame Sword came forward forcefully.
"puff"
However, the spiritual energy was sharper than a sword, and the warrior's storm was completely unable to stop it. It burst open in an instant, and even the silver treasure body was cut with a deep blood mark.
Ling Feng made a muffled sound and stepped backwards. His palm was almost torn. The martial arts master was indeed not something he could resist now, unless he could break through the golden treasure body and compete with the martial arts master head-on.
But now, he hasn't reached that step yet.
"Huh?"
The middle-aged man frowned, obviously not expecting that Ling Feng's flesh and blood could be so powerful.
"You are indeed quite capable, but it's a pity that you still have to die!"
He took a step forward, and cut off the sword again. A stream of spiritual energy was as thick as mist, but it could break even ordinary weapons.
He didn't use martial arts, but he was so powerful. You can imagine how terrifying martial arts are.
Ling Feng had a deep understanding of this, so he gathered all his strength and struck out with another hard blow. His whole body was blown away, and his index finger and middle finger were completely cut open, with blood dripping down.
The whole arm was shaking.
"Walk!"
The next moment, he yelled in his heart that this was not the best place to take action. He had been forced to the extreme and hoped that Zhuifengbu could escape.
"Whoosh"
However, as soon as he took a step, the middle-aged man blocked him with a smile.
This made Ling Feng's expression change again and again. His heart was beating wildly, knowing that he couldn't run away today. The latter was much faster than him and his combat power was stronger than him.
Even if he uses his mental power, he can't kill him with one strike. If he wants to counterattack at that time, will the opponent give him a chance?
Thinking like this, cold sweat broke out on his face.
"Ling Feng, today is your death anniversary next year, so you should die!"
The middle-aged man laughed evilly, raised his hands at the same time, and the surging spiritual energy formed a spiritual knife and killed Ling Feng.
He was also worried about the long nights and many dreams.
Now that we have taken action, we must not leave any consequences.
"Old thief, I will kill you one day!"
Ling Feng roared in anger, turned around and ran towards the An Yin River.
Behind him, the middle-aged man smiled coldly, and with a "pop" sound, the spiritual knife pierced Ling Feng's back, breaking even the bones, making Ling Feng groan and spit out a mouthful of blood.
There was blood. The knife injured his spleen, and his face suddenly turned pale.
"thump"
But at this moment, he had no choice. He endured the pain and plunged into the Dark River. Immediately, an ice colder than a blade struck him, making him shiver.
Bitingly cold!
This was his first thought, and then he felt a sinister aura seeping into his body along his pores, destroying his vitality.
This made Ling Feng's face turn pale, and the evil spirit was particularly terrifying. If it invaded too much, not even the martial spirit could hold it back, and he would definitely die.
However, there is one thing that Ling Feng is thankful for, that is, the silver treasure body is immune to the evil spirit.
At this moment, he ran the void path and closed all the pores in his body, making the invasion of the evil spirit much slower.
"If you try to run away, you will die!"
The middle-aged man sneered, plunged into the dark river, and continued to kill Ling Feng.
His whole body was shining with spiritual energy, and he tried his best to push away the bone-chilling river water and the evil spirit, but the latter seemed to be beyond the resistance of spiritual energy, and there were still traces of gray air intruding into his body.
However, Ling Feng could not be let go now, so he gritted his teeth and killed him.
"Wow"
Ling Feng swung his legs and submerged directly into the Dark Yin River, swimming towards the depths. At worst, it would be a fight to the death to see who could hold on longer.
The evil spirit was certainly terrifying, but at least he still had a glimmer of hope for survival.
"kill"
The middle-aged man shouted loudly, and his spiritual energy turned into a knife and struck at Ling Feng.
There was a "poof" sound, and the blood stained the river water red.
This was a death chase, and Ling Feng had to use all his strength. He performed the Wind Chasing Step in the river, as fast as a swimming fish.
And the middle-aged man was not slow either, he kept chasing after him, and his speed was a few points faster than Ling Feng.
"Puff"
Along the way, Ling Feng was injured many times. The skin on his back was torn and bloody, and his face became increasingly pale.
In the Dark Yin River, the water was getting darker and darker, and it was almost impossible to see even one's fingers. The water pressure was even greater, and even Ling Feng's silver treasure body was feeling the strain, and the middle-aged man could imagine this.
But in the Dark Yin River, there are turbulent undercurrents, forming whirlpools. They are underground rivers, like storms, that can tear people into pieces.
"Here it is, kill him!" Ling Feng roared and turned around.