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Ling Fan stopped walking in shock, his face was clouded with gloom, his expression was horrified, and a layer of cold sweat had unconsciously formed on his forehead. 【】

At that moment just now, he felt a powerful spiritual pressure, which was many times stronger than Gu Ji, even Ling Fan felt palpitations, and he felt uneasy!

Ling Fan raised his head and looked at the blue sky in the sky. The powerful spiritual pressure just now came from that sky.

But he was disappointed, there was nothing in the sky, the blue sky, floating white clouds, still so clear, still so empty, still so pleasing to the eye.

"Did I feel wrong just now?" Ling Fan couldn't help feeling a little bit suspicious about what he felt just now. He suspected that it was just his own illusion.

But just when Ling Fan suspected that the feeling just now was just an illusion, a blurry black spot appeared in the blue sky, and then the reflection of the black spot in the pupil became bigger and bigger, and the blurry black spot became bigger and bigger. clear up.

It was a young man covered in a layer of black robes, and he seemed to be strolling in the void, so relaxed and comfortable, it created a strong visual impact and illusion, as if he If you step on the void, it is the thick earth.

"Stepping on the void, floating in the void!" Ling Fan's pupils shrank suddenly, this is the symbol of the Spirit King!

Ling Fan thought of the spiritual pressure just now. That powerful spiritual pressure is definitely not something a spiritual master can issue. Only a spiritual king with the power of galloping horses can issue such a powerful spiritual pressure. The majestic power of his palpitations!

That fuzzy black dot was getting closer and clearer. The young man in black robe walked slowly in the void, as if he was not afraid of Ling Fan running away at all. He had the confidence to control life and death, looking down on the world. arrogance!In his eyes, Ling Fan is just an ant, killing or letting go is only a matter of his thoughts, his life and death are in his hands!Turning his palms over his hands can make him fly away.

At this moment, Ling Fan's palms were sweating and his back was chilling. Not to mention the distance between the two, one was in the sky and the other was on the ground, but they had already competed in momentum.The powerful spiritual pressure of the young man in black penetrated the air, overwhelming Ling Fan's body, that power was enough to kill an ordinary spiritual master!

If it weren't for Ling Fan's strength being far superior to monks of the same level, he would have fallen under this powerful influence long ago.

Spirit king and spiritual master are completely two concepts, not in the same dimension.The first watershed for monks is the spirit king. It can be said that monks under the spirit king are all ants. The only difference between monks and ordinary people is that one is a monk and the other is a mortal.Only when one has reached the level of the Spirit King can one be called a minor achievement in cultivating the Tao, and only when one has reached the level of the Spirit King can one be called a master among the monks!To put it bluntly, the monks under the spirit king are nothing in the world of monks!

The level gap between a spiritual master and a spiritual master is not very big, but the gap between a spiritual master and a spiritual king is absolutely worlds apart. You can imagine the difference between an ant and a human being. The relationship between a spiritual master and a spiritual king is that of an ant and a human being. relation.

It's getting closer, it's getting closer.

The young man in black robe walked slowly from the void with a smile on his face, covered with sweat, but still stood there steadily, without any compromise, cowardice, or fear, his face was still persistent and determined Ling Fan, the young man's face There was a strange look on the face, and he said in surprise: "Your willpower is really amazing, the little three-star spiritual master can still persist under the pressure of the spirit king, it can be regarded as a wonderful flower of the spiritual master , Just this perseverance has to be admired." The black-robed young man praised.

"It's just a pity, it's a pity" But the look of admiration didn't stay on the black-robed young man for long, and it turned into a pitiful look in a blink of an eye, like a god, looking at Ling Fan aloofly and pitifully.

"Can you tell me who told you to kill me?" Ling Fan, who was about to be overwhelmed by the formidable pressure of the black-robed young man, couldn't breathe, and his voice had become a little hoarse.

"Do you still need me to say?" The black-robed young man stared at Ling Fan intriguingly.

"It really is Qingyang!" Seeing the expression on the face of the black-robed young man, Ling Fan was even more sure of his answer. He just didn't expect Qingyang's movements to be so fast. He still underestimated the importance of Qingtian Pavilion in the Great Chu Empire. power and influence.

"He really thinks of me, and even sent Ling Wang to kill me." Ling Fan said he was naturally referring to Qingyang, and when he figured out the question in his heart, a hint of sarcasm appeared on the corner of Ling Fan's mouth.

"What's your name?"

"I never leave my name when I kill people. For a person who is about to die, leaving a name is just a meaningful act." The black-robed young man looked indifferent.

"Vientiane Qiankun Strength!" Seeing the obvious killing intent of the black-robed young man, Ling Fan no longer hesitated, and used the Vientiane Qiankun Strength to punch the black-robed young man first.This punch is sandwiched with a powerful momentum that looks like a horse, showing an overwhelming momentum, surging and surging!The young man in black robe is much stronger than him, he has no chance of winning at all, he can only seize the opportunity, strike first, and catch him by surprise.

"Hmph, small tricks!" The black-robed young man didn't pay much attention to Ling Fan's attack, he saw that his body shook, and a powerful spiritual pressure directly countered the powerful aura brought by Ling Fan's punch. And back, the aura of these shapes was directly attributed to emptiness.

"In the face of absolute strength, any ability is illusory, and only strength is king." The black-robed young man said coldly after shaking off Ling Fan's aura.

Naturally, Ling Fan didn't expect to be able to defeat the black-robed young man with a single punch. The Spirit King was not just a show, if he was defeated by a three-star spiritual master so easily, he wouldn't be called a Spirit King.

Ling Fan seized the opportunity and used the Myriad Universe Force first, just to delay his escape.

At the same time as he was using the Vientiane Qiankun Jin, Ling Fan instantly used the divine movement to the extreme, and fled across the jungle recklessly.

At this extremely critical moment, he didn't have any thoughts about the real dragon Broken Kongyin on Gu Ji's body. He had to save his life in everything he did. Life is the capital of revolution!

"Boy, I still want to run. No matter how fast an ant crawls, it can't compare to a human step." Looking at Ling Fan who was darting across the valley, the black-robed man had no intention of chasing him. Let me show you the power of the Spirit King, what is the power of galloping horses!"

"Boom!" The black-robed man stood on the spot, clenched his fists, and blasted towards Ling Fan through the air.

Ling Fan, who was still running quickly, felt an unprecedented pressure coming from all directions. The pressure was extremely huge, like a thousand horses galloping, shaking his whole body's muscles and heart.

This pressure has almost materialized, and it has the same effect as the Vientiane Qiankun Energy, but this pressure is born from the powerful pure power of the black-robed man.

"Pfft..." Ling Fan's body couldn't bear the huge pressure anymore, his heart felt like it was being crushed, he suddenly felt a sweetness in his throat, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.

"Boom!" Ling Fan's blood-stained body crashed to the ground, and with just this punch, Ling Fan was already severely injured.It can be seen from the surface of his body. The fist of the black-robed man not only made him spurt out blood, but because the internal tissues of his whole body could not bear the strong pressure, the blood seeped out drop by drop along the pores of his body.

His tyrannical physique felt like a joke in front of King Ling, and he became so fragile. The old man in black robe was right. In front of absolute strength, everything is false.The difference between Ling Fan and his strength is too great!

"Is this the power of the Spirit King?" Ling Fan smiled miserably in his heart, he didn't expect that he would be so weak in front of the Spirit King, and he didn't even have the strength to fight back. "The prey, the hunter? It's really a complicated relationship. The mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole follows. I have done both the prey and the hunter. The contrast is really big." Ling Fan laughed at himself, and took a step with his eyes open. One step closer, getting closer to the young man in black robe.

"Boy, you can be regarded as a talented person, but it's a pity that you offended someone who shouldn't be offended." The black-robed man looked into Ling Fanshen's eyes and smiled coldly.

"Are you going to die? Oh, did you offend people who shouldn't be offended? Are these people inherently more expensive than others? Even if I start over, I don't regret it. So what if you have a background, so what if you have power? You should fight as usual, It's just that I didn't expect to die like this? I'm really not reconciled!" Ling Fan squirmed his body and wanted to continue to stand up, but sadly found that his body was no longer in control.

"Dead, this time it's over"

"Hey, boy, where is your perseverance? It's not like your character to admit defeat easily."