I have practiced so well that every attack I make is sure to hit.

The sea breeze blew gently, bringing with it a hint of salty and wet air, leaving three people's footprints of varying depths on the beach. The atmosphere between Li Wan'er, Han Lei, and Zhang Lingfeng was not as peaceful as the sea breeze.

Li Wan'er and Han Lei knew each other early on, and their purpose was clear - to gain Zhang Lingfeng's trust and then find an opportunity to subdue him.

And Zhang Lingfeng, this seemingly innocent young man, actually possesses telepathic powers beyond ordinary people.

He had already seen through the conspiracy of Li Wan'er and Han Lei, but he remained calm and waited for the opportunity.

"Ling Feng, do you really want to learn how to draw intermediate talismans?" Li Wan'er's voice was soft, with a barely perceptible cunning.

In her hand, she held a talisman with complicated spells drawn on it, which was flickering with a faint light.

But underneath this talisman, there is a dangerous attack talisman hidden.

"Of course, I have always been curious about drawing intermediate talismans." Zhang Lingfeng answered with a smile. His eyes were clear, as if he really knew nothing about drawing talismans.

Li Wan'er began to impart her so-called experience in drawing talismans, describing every detail in great detail. However, she didn't know that Zhang Lingfeng had already seen through everything about her through telepathy.

The atmosphere on the beach seems harmonious, but in fact there are undercurrents.

Zhang Lingfeng knew that Li Wan'er and Han Lei's patience was limited and they would definitely look for an opportunity to take action.

So he decided to strike first.

Just when Li Wan'er was about to use the talisman to subdue Zhang Lingfeng, he suddenly moved.

The Eight Styles of Ghost Sword, each move contains the blessing of destiny that is sure to hit the target.

The knife flashed like a ghost and instantly severely injured Li Wan'er.

Han Lei saw this and took action in time, but unfortunately he was unable to resist the power of fate.

He shouted angrily and pulled the seriously injured Li Wan'er aside.

Then he started a fierce battle with Zhang Lingfeng.

The collision of spiritual power between the two made the sand on the beach seem to be given life, jumping and rolling.

However, Zhang Lingfeng is not fighting alone.

The number of talismans he obtained from the four major families was huge, and each of these talismans contained powerful spiritual power.

With the blessing of the talisman, Zhang Lingfeng's strength doubled.

Both of them are cultivators at the twelfth level of the Qi Refining Realm and have profound spiritual power, but their respective paths of cultivation are completely different.

Zhang Lingfeng was blessed with a destiny that enabled him to succeed with every move he made, and the Eight Ghost Sword Styles was his forte. In close combat, he had few rivals.

He held a blood-drinking mad knife in his hand. The blade was as black as ink, but it faintly revealed a cold aura, as if it could devour everything.

Han Lei, as a cultivator of the Daxuan Dynasty, is knowledgeable and has dabbled in all kinds of magic and supernatural powers. He is particularly good at long-range attacks, and his magic power is powerful enough to cut through metal.

He was wearing a gorgeous robe embroidered with various mysterious runes, and each rune contained powerful spiritual power.

"Zhang Lingfeng, today is the day you die." Han Lei took a look at Li Wan'er's miserable condition and felt depressed, not knowing when the truth would be revealed.

He clasped his hands together, and suddenly the clouds in the sky changed, and powerful waves of spiritual energy gathered in the air.

His fingertips flickered with spiritual light, and complex runes were outlined in the air, forming a huge spiritual shield that protected him firmly.

Zhang Lingfeng smiled slightly and didn't take it seriously.

He knew Han Lei's intention very well, and that he wanted to use long-range magic to avoid his melee suppression.

However, the number of talismans on him far exceeded Han Lei's, and he also had the deep spiritual power of Changchun Gong as a backing, so how could Han Lei easily shake him?
He lightly swung the Blood-Drinking Mad Knife in his hand, and the knife light flashed immediately. Sharp knife energy condensed in the air, as if to cut the air apart.

"Han Lei, although you have many magic skills, today, I want to let you know that the combination of talismans and spiritual power is the real way!" Before Zhang Lingfeng finished speaking, his body moved and rushed towards Han Lei like a ghost.

He was agile and each step covered several feet. In an instant he arrived in front of Han Lei.

Seeing this, Han Lei snorted coldly and waved his hands. Suddenly, several spells attacked Zhang Lingfeng like a storm.

Fireballs, ice cones, wind blades...all kinds of magic are intertwined together to form a web of death.

However, Zhang Lingfeng seemed to have foreseen the future and was able to cleverly avoid Han Lei's attacks every time.

His figure moved freely in the ocean of magic like a swimming dragon.

The ghost knife in his hand was swung tightly and tightly, and every strike was just right to block Han Lei's magic attack.

"You can hide for a while, but you can't hide forever!" Seeing this, Han Lei shouted angrily and increased the attack power of the spell again.

The wind and clouds in the sky became more violent, and the power of the spells became stronger.

However, Zhang Lingfeng just smiled slightly.

He knew very well that although Han Lei's magic was powerful, it consumed a lot of spiritual energy.

However, he possessed the Changchun Kung Fu and had strong spiritual power, which was far superior to Han Lei.

As long as Han Lei's spiritual power is exhausted, he will be defeated.

So, Zhang Lingfeng began to guide Han Lei's magical attacks intentionally or unintentionally.

He used his physical skills and destiny to make Han Lei's spells fail time and time again, while his own spiritual power was hardly consumed at all.

His figure flashed, and he was able to cleverly avoid Han Lei's attacks every time, while also looking for an opportunity to kill with one blow.

As time passed, Han Lei's spiritual power began to gradually dry up.

His face turned pale and his breathing became rapid.

He knew that he had fallen into Zhang Lingfeng's trap.

He gritted his teeth and tried his best to break free from this predicament, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not get rid of Zhang Lingfeng's suppression.

"Zhang Lingfeng, you...you are so cunning!" Han Lei said breathlessly, with unwillingness and anger flashing in his eyes.

He knew very well that he could not recover from the defeat, but he was still unwilling to admit defeat.

He used up the last bit of his spiritual power and wanted to launch a desperate counterattack.

However, Zhang Lingfeng had already seen through his intentions.

He smiled slightly, his figure flashed, and one of the Eight Styles of Ghost Sword, "Devil Crying to the Sky", was instantly activated.

The knife flashed like a ghost and instantly appeared in front of Han Lei.

The ghost knife in his hand was swung tightly and every strike hit Han Lei's spiritual shield just right.

Suddenly, the shield broke and Han Lei's body was exposed to Zhang Lingfeng's attack.

"No...Impossible!" Han Lei roared, but his voice was drowned out by the power of Ghost Blade Eight Styles.

With a flash of the knife, Han Lei's body was split in two, and blood splattered everywhere.

He fell on the beach with his eyes wide open and his eyes open.

Zhang Lingfeng put away the ghost knife and looked coldly at Han Lei who was lying on the ground.

He knew that the battle was over.

Although Han Lei has many skills, he is far inferior to himself in combining talismans and spiritual power.

He smiled slightly, turned and left, leaving only a deep footprint and Han Lei's cold body on the beach.

"You already know my identity, right?" Zhang Lingfeng's voice was cold and calm, as if everything was under his control. He looked down at Li Wan'er.

Li Wan'er was dying. She felt the fear from the blood-drinking mad knife and finally nodded helplessly. They had indeed known Zhang Lingfeng's identity for a long time, and they were indeed instructed to kill him halfway.

"The sudden appearance of the tsunami vortex was also caused by you, right?" Zhang Lingfeng continued to ask.

"Yes!"

Li Wan'er smiled bitterly and admitted it.

They originally thought that Zhang Lingfeng would die in the Black Sea, but they didn't expect that he would be able to escape and use the sword-controlling technique to come to this deserted island.

"Your plan is indeed very thorough, but it's a pity that you met me." Zhang Lingfeng said lightly.

There was a gleam of confidence in his eyes, as if everything was within his expectations.

Li Wan'er remained silent. She knew that the mission had failed.

However, Li Wan'er did not want to give up and was still looking for a chance to survive.

"Tell me, who sent you here?" Zhang Lingfeng's voice was cold and firm. He knew that only by finding the mastermind behind the scenes could this problem be truly solved.

"The Shadow Organization."

Li Wan'er said helplessly.

It turns out that all this was done by a mysterious force called the "Shadow Organization".

According to Li Wan'er, the Shadow Organization is a mysterious organization in the Daxuan Dynasty, which is responsible for doing some shameful things, such as murder and arson, issuing tasks set by sellers to earn kickbacks, or personally sending people to complete the tasks set by the sellers.

They have been searching for Zhang Lingfeng secretly.

When Zhang Lingfeng heard this, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

He realized that the "Shadow Organization" was an extremely powerful force that possessed extraordinary power and means.

However, he was not afraid.

He immediately thought of someone.

Chen Duling’s senior brother and Yun Chuanzi’s disciple Wu Yong.

"When this account reaches the Haotian Sect, I will settle the account with you in detail." Zhang Lingfeng's voice was cold and firm, and there was an unyielding light in his eyes.

He knew that the battle had just begun, and he was ready.

The sea breeze blew again, bringing a hint of coolness. Zhang Lingfeng's firm footprints were left on the beach. He stood alone on the beach, looking into the distance.

He knows that the road ahead is still long, but he is ready to face all challenges.

Li Wan'er and Han Lei became victims of this battle.

They originally thought they could complete the task easily, but they didn't expect to encounter such a powerful opponent.

Their failure also indicates that the Shadow Organization's plan has not succeeded.

I believe that the person who issued this task in the Shadow Organization will also receive the news soon.

As for whether it is Wu Yong.

Zhang Lingfeng firmly believed in his heart that it was the other party.

In the entire Daxuan Dynasty, besides Wu Yong, who else is there?
Zhang Lingfeng knew that this was just the beginning.

He must be more vigilant because the "Shadow Organization" may make a second plan to kill him, and Wu Yong will never let it go.

Zhang Lingfeng flew on his sword, stepping on the flying sword transformed from the Blood-Drinking Mad Knife, and staggered over the Black Sea.

The sea breeze howled, rolling up waves, but his heart was unusually calm.

The battle with Han Lei was not only a battle of life and death, but also a deep collision and fusion of spiritual power.

In this battle, he gained a new understanding and experience of the control of spiritual power.

He closed his eyes and felt the flow of spiritual energy in his body. It was an unprecedented wonderful feeling.

He seemed to have touched the essence of spiritual power and felt its close connection with his body.

This connection gave him a hunch that perhaps there was also spiritual power hidden in his body.

Spiritual roots are the most coveted treasures for immortal cultivators and the cornerstone of the immortal cultivation path.

Having spiritual roots means having unlimited potential and possibilities.

Zhang Lingfeng knew this very well, so he became more determined to pursue his path of cultivation.

He recalled the battle with Han Lei, and every detail came to his mind.

He was thinking about how to better control his spiritual power and how to make his attacks more accurate and more powerful.

He understood that only by constantly challenging the strong can he continuously improve his strength.

And now, he has a strong premonition that as long as he continues to practice hard, he will be able to awaken the spiritual power in his body and become a true immortal cultivator.

This premonition made him very excited and also strengthened his belief.

He took a deep breath, feeling the coolness brought by the sea breeze.

He knows that the road ahead is still long and there are still many challenges.

But he also believes that as long as he doesn't give up and keeps going, he will be able to realize his dream.

So, he once again urged the flying sword transformed from the Blood-Drinking Mad Blade and flew towards the distant sea.

His heart was full of anticipation and longing. He looked forward to future challenges and opportunities, and also looked forward to the day when he would become a true immortal cultivator.

Three days later, Zhang Lingfeng was still flying on his sword over the vast sea, with howling sea breezes and surging waves.

Just when he was feeling a little tired, a large ship heading towards the Daxuan Dynasty appeared in his sight.

The big ship was full of practitioners. Some were standing, some were sitting, practicing separately. The atmosphere was quite solemn.

Zhang Lingfeng hesitated for a moment, but decided to approach the big ship.

At this time, a rough man named Pengcheng on the boat noticed him.

Peng Cheng saw that Zhang Lingfeng's flying sword was shaky and he was not using the pure sword-controlling technique, so he laughed and shouted to him: "Little brother, your sword-controlling technique is not very good! Come on board and take a rest, we will go to the Daxuan Dynasty together!"

Zhang Lingfeng was wary. After all, after what happened between Han Lei and Li Wan'er, he understood more clearly how wicked human nature could be.

However, looking at the boundless sea, he really didn't know how far away he was from the Daxuan Dynasty.

Moreover, flying with a sword consumes a lot of spiritual energy. If someone intercepts him in the middle of the journey, he will really be unable to resist.

After weighing the pros and cons, Zhang Lingfeng decided to bite the bullet and land on the boat carefully.

He remained alert and looked around to make sure there were no potential threats. Peng Cheng saw this, laughed, patted his shoulder and said, "Don't worry, little brother, we are all serious practitioners on this ship, no one will harm you."

Zhang Lingfeng nodded and thought to himself.

He knew that in this world of cultivation full of opportunities and challenges, he must always remain vigilant to ensure his own safety.

At the same time, he was also looking forward to meeting the practitioners on the ship. Perhaps he could learn more from them and add more help to his own path of cultivation. (End of this chapter)