The Tianlang Martial Saint's eyes were cold and slowly walked out of the cave. His hair and robe were windless, and he had a cold murderous aura on his body.

Seeing the appearance of Tianlang Martial Saint, Leng Ying, Song Boyan, Wu Weiwen and others, there was a look of alert on their faces.

However, Lin Fei stood up from the ground with a calm look, patted the dust on his clothes, and then looked at Tianlang Martial Saint calmly and said: Tianlang Martial Saint, you have finally come out. The ancestor Yunmeng has not come out, and it must have been dead at your hands.

As soon as Lin Fei said this, let alone a trace of surprise flashed in the eyes of Tianlang Martial Saint, even Leng Ying, Song Boyan, Wu Weiwen and others were also very curious. How did Lin Fei know that the ancestor Yunmeng was dead?

The Tianlang Martial Saint couldn't help but ask: How did you know that the ancestor Yunmeng died at my hands?

Lin Fei smiled faintly: It's very simple. A few days ago, you were not hit by my flying needle and injured your internal organs. If nothing unexpected happens, you should have died today. Now you are not dead, then someone will definitely die for you. This person is the ancestor Yunmeng.

Although Lin Fei didn't know how Tianlang Martial Saint could be injured and survived, he was sure that the reason why Tianlang Martial Saint did not die was probably related to the ancestor Yunmeng. Now that the ancestor Yunmeng did not show up, Lin Fei felt that the ancestor Yunmeng might die at the hands of Tianlang Martial Saint.

You guessed it right, I killed the ancestor Yunmeng. He had given me all his skills, and the next time was your death. The eyes of Tianlang Martial Saint flashed with hatred.

Lin Fei frowned slightly: Old Ancestor Yun Meng is dead, has he given all his skills to Tianlang Martial Saint?

Could it be that the Tianlang Martial Saint will also have similar skills to the Heavenly Suction Art and absorbed the skills of the ancestor Yunmeng?

Lin Fei concentrated his spiritual strength and felt that the aura of the Tianlang Martial Saint was indeed much stronger than before.

It turns out that the ancestor Yunmeng has been attacked by you and has absorbed his skills. It seems that I am afraid that I will not be able to escape your murderous hand today? Lin Fei said.

Leng Ying, Song Boyan, Wu Weiwen and others heard Lin Fei's words and thought Lin Fei could not defeat the Tianlang Martial Saint.

Leng Ying said to Lin Fei: Lin Fei, I will deal with him with you.

Song Boyan, Wu Weiwen and others also said in unison: Mr. Lin, and we are there.

Seeing Leng Ying, Song Boyan and others wanted to help Lin Fei one after another, the Tianlang Wu Sheng felt a little proud.

It seems that after he devoured the power of the ancestor Yunmeng, Lin Fei and the others also felt their strong strength.

If you want to go together, I have no problem, let’s go together! Tianlang Martial Saint said arrogantly.

Although he knew that the ancestor Yunmeng was injured by Lin Fei in the Kyoto Treasure House, when he arrived, he only saw Lin Fei holding the sword of the God of War.

So he felt that the defeat of the ancestor Yunmeng in the Kyoto Treasure House was because Lin Fei defeated the ancestor Yunmeng with the power of the God of War Sword and magic weapon.

Now that Lin Fei has the sword of the God of War in his hand, the Tianlang Martial Saint is full of confidence.

Tianlang Martial Saint, who said we were going to join us? The grudge between you and me will be resolved by you and me, and there is no need for a third person to intervene. Just before the fight, I wonder if you want to make a deal with me? Lin Fei looked at Tianlang Martial Saint and said calmly.

Tianlang Martial Saint frowned and said with a vigilance: What deal?

After we fight, if you lose, tell us where Mr. Chen was caught by you? And if I lose, then I will hand over the Martial Saint Heart Sutra to you.

Leng Ying, Song Boyan, Wu Weiwen and others showed surprise on their faces. They did not expect that Lin Fei would actually bet with the Tianlang Martial Saint with the Heart Sutra of the Martial Saint.

The Tianlang Martial Saint couldn't believe his ears, but the Martial Saint Heart Sutra he dreamed of getting treasures.

Because he used the Demonic Devouring Art twice, his life span had been shortened to ten years. He urgently needed to obtain the Martial Saint Heart Sutra to break through the Martial Saint Realm. When he entered the Legend Realm, he could regain a new life span of up to a hundred years.

So when hearing the Heart Sutra of the Martial Saint, the Tianlang Martial Saint had no choice but to be moved.

You said you would bet with me using the Martial Saint Heart Sutra? The Martial Saint of Tianlang came to his senses and looked at Lin Fei and asked.

That's right, you won me, the Heart Sutra of the Martial Saint belongs to you. If you lose, then tell me where Mr. Chen was. Lin Fei said.

OK, I'll make this bet with you, but we all fight barely and are not allowed to use weapons. The Tianlang Martial Saint looked at Lin Fei with a cunning look in his eyes.

The reason why the Tianlang Martial Saint asked Lin Fei to fight with him naked and not to use weapons was because he was worried that Lin Fei would use the sword of the God of War to fight with him.

Although he had seen Lin Fei, Leng Ying and others not carrying the God of War Sword, he still raised this restriction just in case.

This is because he saw the sword of the God of War in Lin Fei's hand in the Kyoto Treasure House a few days ago, which was amazingly powerful.

Lin Fei agreed immediately: OK, we will fight with bare hands and no weapons are allowed.

After saying this, Lin Fei said to Leng Ying, Song Boyan and others: You all retreat.

Leng Ying and others heard calmness from Lin Fei's words, and they all felt that Lin Fei had the confidence to win, so they retreated to the distance and left a large open space in front of the cave to Lin Fei and the Tianlang Martial Saint.

Tianlang Martial Saint and Lin Fei came to the middle of the open space. The two of them stood on the left and right, four or five meters apart, facing each other.

Lin Fei looked calm and stood quietly like a pine tree, while Tianlang Wu Sheng showed a fierce aura all over his body.

Boom.

As the Tianlang Martial Saint burst out with the Martial Saint's aura, thousands of threads appeared on his body, like blood-stained swords, forming a blood-colored storm, covering a radius of three or four meters.

It was suffocating murderous aura and filled the oppression around, causing Leng Ying, Song Boyan, Wu Weiwen and others to feel trembling: This Tianlang Martial Saint is so powerful!

Crack.

As the Tianlang Martial Saint burst out with the storm of the Martial Saint's aura, the dead leaves on the ground under his feet flew up one after another, like thousands of flying knives surrounding him, spinning and dancing and screaming.

At this moment, the Tianlang Martial Saint roared and pushed forward with his palms. The air shook violently, and a loud bang. As the air twisted violently, it was a terrifying air current that bombarded Lin Fei.

With the bombardment of this terrifying air current, thousands of leaves emerged like flying knives.

Facing the terrifying airflow, thousands of leaves that were like flying knives broke through the air, Lin Fei's face was calm and shocked.

Just as the airflow came, Lin Fei quickly used his body technique, and saw his figure tilted left and right, leaning backward, and in an instant, it seemed like hundreds of people, doing various movements of dodging, avoiding, moving, and moving.

And his feet were like wings, and his footwork was thunderous, unpredictable, and ever-changing.

Under Lin Fei's various high-difficulty dodging movements and the magical footwork under his feet, all the leaves that flew like flying knives were avoided by Lin Fei.

With the crackling sound, after the air flowed, the leaves that were avoided by Lin Fei were like thousands of blades, all inserted diagonally on the ground, densely packed, which was surprising. It can be seen that these leaves were more sharp and terrifying than real flying knives under the power of the Tianlang Martial Saint.

The afterimage disappeared, and Lin Fei's thousands of phantoms returned to the same person again. His face remained calm, and there was a leaf between his fingers.

Then, Lin Fei waved his hands forward, and there were leaves between his fingers, like a flying knife shooting out of the air, tearing out long waves of air from the air, flying straight towards the Tianlang Martial Saint at various angles, up and down.
Chapter completed!