On an official road outside the south of Whitewater City, a white horse galloped on the official road. On horseback was a young man in a black robe, the young man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and his handsome face was angular and angular. The young man sat on the horse's back like a benchmark, and with a flick of the reins, the white steed sped up.

At this time, the sky was getting dark, and it was clearly visible that the crescent moon like a small arc had already hung high in the night sky, like a pearl inlaid in the firmament, and the stars twinkling next to the crescent moon were like shining diamonds.

Ling Tianyun rode his horse, and he had been galloping for nearly an hour, and he was forty or fifty miles away from that White Water City. He tugged at the bag he was carrying on his back, and couldn't help but let out a long breath, maybe it was safe for the time being. He still clenched the saber in his hand, and the temporary crisis passed, but it was difficult to guarantee that there would be no crisis all the way.

There was a dense forest in front of him, and as soon as Ling Tianyun pulled the reins, the horse couldn't help but slow down.

The sound of the horse's hooves sounded, and Ling Tianyun almost let the horse walk slowly, instead of running. His eyes shrank slightly, and his face became solemn.

"Pounce, pounce, pounce",

A sound came from the dense forest, and I saw a flock of birds flying over the dense forest.

Seeing this, Ling Tianyun grabbed the reins, and the horse stood still and stopped moving forward. According to the experience of many years of scouts, he told him that there must be people in the jungle, and the people in the jungle are there to deal with themselves. He wasn't sure who it was in the forest. When it was so dark, they were still in the dense forest, and there were either local hunters, or people who were ambushed in this dense forest and wanted to plot evil.

Faintly, Ling Tianyun felt that the person in the dense forest was very likely to be the second kind of person, and he felt that it was impossible for Wang Dezhong, the prime minister of the Great Han Dynasty, to let him go so easily. It is very likely that the person in the dense forest is the master guard from the Taiyuan Imperial Palace.

Ling Tianyun sat on the horse's back and pondered for a while. There was a fierce cold light in his eyes, he was the most experienced in fighting in the dense forest, since they still refused to let him go. Then don't blame him for ignoring his colleagues.

He jumped off his horse and slapped the horse on the buttocks, and the horse startled, neighed, and ran forward as fast as he could. After a while, it disappeared in front of Ling Tianyun's eyes.

Ling Tianyun put his bag behind his back and held the saber tightly in his hand until the sound of horses' hooves disappeared. He bent on his waist and disappeared into the dense forest in a flash.

"Rustle",

All he could hear was the sound of his feet on the dead leaves, and he bent over to look around. I saw the dim mottled shadows of the trees in this dense forest, swaying under the faint moonlight. It is surrounded by large trees with lost leaves, and there are also a few thick pine trees mixed in.

Ling Tianyun was on guard all over his body, and walked towards the depths of the dense forest step by step.

At this time, a strong wind hit in the dense forest, and the dead branches shook everywhere. He watched as he watched as the forest grew darker and darker, and a faint moonlight shone down from the dead branches. There was silence all around, so quiet that it was only terrifying.

Ling Tianyun found that there was a small mountain bag not far in front of him, which was overgrown with weeds that had not yet withered, and he jumped into the small bag like a cheetah, and disappeared into the weeds. He crawled forward, climbed the hill, and looked ahead. When he saw the scene in front of him, he was stunned, he didn't feel that his scalp was numb, his back was cold, and his whole body broke out in a cold sweat.

In front of him, under the hill, there was a coffin, which was placed on two small wooden benches, and the perimeter of the coffin was sprinkled with paper money and other dark papers. It turned out that he had climbed up a tomb where the coffin had not yet been placed.

Ling Tianyun jumped down from the mountain bag, his feet lightly landed, and he landed right next to the coffin. In the faint darkness of the night, I saw a huge black coffin sitting there, and the tomb had not yet been completely sealed. Presumably, the people in the vicinity will be funeral today, and the coffin will not be placed in the grave until tomorrow. There were also freshly lit incense candles in the four corners, and bursts of green smoke were emitting.

What a strange cemetery, Ling Tianyun couldn't help but shudder at this sudden graveyard. He turned to leave the graveyard, when he was.

The pitch-black coffin lid suddenly moved, and Ling Tianyun's heart tightened, it wouldn't be haunted. An inexplicable chill came from behind his back, causing him to pull out the saber in his hand. He stared intently at the coffin, his whole body tense.

"Bang".

The lid of the coffin suddenly exploded and slammed into Ling Tianyunfei.

Ling Tianyun's eyes shrank slightly, he let out a loud shout, raised his knife and slashed at the coffin lid. With a loud "boom", his knife had slashed into the lid of the coffin, which was immediately split in half by him. Suddenly, sawdust flew everywhere, and the aroused energy blew the paper money on the ground everywhere, as if it was sprinkled in the sky.

After Ling Tianyun split the lid of the coffin, he was about to step forward to the coffin. At this moment, an iron chain flew out of the coffin and rolled towards his body.

"Pretending to be a ghost," Ling Tianyun snorted lightly, the knife in his hand turned into layers of knife shadows and greeted the iron chain, "Dangdang" a few times, the iron chain that rolled towards him was blocked by the knife in his hand. The knife slashed at the chain, and a huge recoil force shook his tiger mouth numbly.

After splitting the chain, the chain retracted into the coffin with a "whoosh". Seeing this, Ling Tianyun raised his knife and slashed towards the coffin. With a bang, before his knife could reach the coffin, the coffin was torn apart as if it had exploded, and a figure sprang out of the coffin.

I saw that the man was dressed in soap-colored clothes, holding a finger-thick iron chain, and standing on top of the torn coffin with a cold face. The man stood in the darkness of the night, holding the chain in his hand like a life-seeker sent from the netherworld.

"We're meeting again," the man said lightly to Ling Tianyun.

Ling Tianyun's eyes froze, this person was the one on the roof that blocked him and Guo Huai'an from entering the street that day and night. He narrowed his eyes slightly and asked the man, "Why?" ”

"Do what you are told." The man only spat out four words, but did not provide any information.

"If you are ordered to do something, why do you want to pretend to be a ghost here?" Ling Tianyun said coldly.

The man didn't show any expression, he raised the iron chain in his hand, and the iron chain rolled towards Ling Tianyun like a poisonous snake, and instantly arrived at Ling Tianyun's side and wrapped around his body.

Ling Tianyun bent over, and in a staggered step, he avoided the iron chains that rolled towards his body like a poisonous snake. He raised the knife in his hand, and with an arrow step, rushed towards the man. Only when the man was close to the body did the chain not be so threatening. Ling Tianyun seemed to have thought of this, so he wanted to get closer to that person.

The man seemed to have been precautionary against his move a long time ago, the man held the iron chain with one hand and turned it into a two-handed grasp, and the iron chain was like a flexible rope, turning into a chain shadow in the sky and shrouding towards Ling Tianyun.

Seeing this, Ling Tianyun gritted his teeth, he could only raise his knife, picked up the knife flowers and collided with the iron chain,

After several sounds of "Dangdang".

Ling Tianyun's right hand trembled slightly, and the counterattack force transmitted from the chain almost shook his tiger's mouth, and his arm also shook slightly. While resisting the iron chains rolled up at him, he thought about countermeasures to break the enemy, and this was the first time he had encountered such a weapon as iron chains. The chains are heavy, but they are the most difficult to entangle, and the person who uses the weapon must have a deep internal force, as well as a flexible two-handed harmony.

This person's internal strength is obviously not under him, and if he fights hard, he may not be able to win him. It's just that he has never had the experience of confronting a man who wields such a weapon as a chain. For a while, the two sides fought very fiercely, and no one could help anyone. Sometimes the chain turned into a long serpent and struck him, and sometimes it turned into a soft rope and rolled it away towards him. The swords he held up were like a solid shield, resisting the man's attack.

Ling Tianyun took a sudden stride, the momentum on his body suddenly increased a few points, and the sword aura became even more powerful. It made the man's eyes show a solemn gaze, and also increased the speed of the chain dance.

After a few more crashes.

Ling Tianyun suddenly kicked a broken piece of coffin under his feet, and the fragment turned into a strong wind, shooting towards the man like a meteor. Seeing this, the man smiled contemptuously. As soon as the man's iron chain was closed, his hands danced at the same time, and the fragments that flew towards him turned into sawdust and flew in all directions as soon as they touched the dancing chain.

Ling Tianyun kept kicking the fragments of the coffin under his feet towards that person, and the pieces of wood turned into meteors and shot towards that person. Suddenly, Ling Tianyun's momentum changed, and the aura of his whole body immediately disappeared without a trace. He touched the ground with his feet, and his body immediately swept up and threw himself straight on top of the man's head.

The sword qi turned into a dazzling light like a cold star and slashed towards the top of the man's head, and the man was shocked when he saw this. I saw that as soon as he took off his iron chain, he turned into a sharp sword and struck at Ling Tianyun's lower abdomen.

With a "bang", the iron chain had already hit Ling Tianyun's lower abdomen. Ling Tianyun endured the huge pain coming from under his lower abdomen, and the sword burst into flames, and the sword qi slashed towards the top of the person's head like a long sky.

A terrifying aura came, and the man raised his head and looked at the sword that glowed brightly in the dark night above his head, and he panicked, and if he wanted to withdraw the chain, it was too late. The man could clearly feel that death was so close to him.

Ling Tianyun's knife instantly slashed straight down from the top of that person's head, and the sudden burst of sword qi from that person's head swept down. The man's eyes widened, and he looked at the knife that slashed like a flying fairy out of the sky, and a trace of cracking pain came from his head, and in an instant, his consciousness dispersed, and his eyes had lost their luster.

Ling Tianyun's body fell heavily to the ground, he covered his abdomen with one hand that had been hit by the chain, and slowly stood up with the knife supporting his body. He dragged his tired body towards the man who had fallen to the ground, only to see that the man was already dead of rage, and a thin streak of blood was running down the man's forehead.

He let out a long breath and sat down on the ground, unbuttoning his belly, and finding that there was only a bruise left by the chain under his abdomen, which had not been pierced by the chain. Apparently the man did not exert all his strength, and seemed to want to capture him alive, after all, the role of a living person is always more important than a dead person.

At this moment, Ling Tianyun's heart did not fluctuate at all, killing that person seemed to be a trivial matter to him. He cheered up and dragged his tired body into the depths of the dense forest, where many crises awaited him.

The forest seemed to be quieter, and even the sound of insects in the dense forest had disappeared. Next to the hill in the dense forest, only the body that was gradually stiffening was left lying next to the torn coffin.