Between Lu Coloane and Hong Kong Island, there is a sea surface of hundreds of miles wide. On the wide sea surface, there are hundreds of islands of all sizes.

Among them, there are four larger islands, closest to Lukong Island. They are located in the east of Lukong Island, arranged in order from north to south, opposite Lukong Island across the sea.

Between Lu Yun Island and these four islands, there is a sea surface more than ten kilometers wide.

The eastern sea area Lingyun refers to here.

On the sea about one kilometer away from the east coast of Luyun Island, there was originally a seven or eight-meter-long speedboat parked. The speedboat was very ordinary, and there was no light on. However, the moment Lingyun's Qingying Flying Sword stabbed the head and nailed it firmly to the ground, the speedboat suddenly started and rushed towards the distance to the east with enough power.

It’s a pity that no matter how fast the speedboat is, it is not as fast as Ling Yun’s flying sword!

Ling Yun's Yin-Yang Gang Qi Sword is now at the top level of a treasure. Under Ling Yun's deliberate activation, its speed has already exceeded eight times the speed of sound, approaching three kilometers in one second!

Without such speed, it is impossible to pose a threat to the masters in the Foundation Establishment Stage, let alone killing the peak of the Foundation Establishment Stage.

If you release the flying sword, if you can't even chase someone, how can you kill the other party?

More importantly, the Yin-Yang Gang Qi Sword is condensed from the purest Yin-Yang Gang Qi. When it condenses, it becomes a sword. When it disperses, it transforms into qi. Lingyun can use it as he wishes. Now, when dealing with enemies of this level, there is no need to sacrifice the body of the Yin-Yang Gang Qi Sword at all. Just sacrifice a little of it casually.

The Yin-Yang Gangqi Sword as big as an index finger was invisible and silent, as if it merged with the night, and in the blink of an eye, it caught up with the galloping speedboat. It shuttled back and forth in the speedboat, just like an elf in the night, like a needle. It first pierced seven or eight holes in the key parts of the headless body in the speedboat, and then penetrated into the dantian of the person driving the speedboat!

Bang!

Under Ling Yun's control, the Yin-Yang Gang Qi Sword suddenly exploded in the man's dantian, turning into the Yin-Yang Qi Qi vortex the size of a palm, absorbing the true energy in the driving person's body and assimilating all into the Yin-Yang Qi!

"Change!"

Ling Yun's divine thought moved again, and the vortex of Yin and Yang Qi instantly condensed into a Yin and Yang Qi sword. The sword body was obviously several times stronger than before, and then it suddenly drilled out of the man's lower abdomen!

All these wonderful operations were in the eyes of Wang Chongxiao and others who had just arrived. They were the one who rushed to escape in a speedboat. Their body suddenly tightened and froze. Then he used all his strength in his body and let out a shrill cry, then leaned forward and gradually stopped.

A master at the third level of the magical power realm was so dead.

"Wang Chongxiao, Edward, why are you still standing there? Quickly turn off the engine of the speedboat and get it back for me in a complete manner."

Ling Yun sent a voice, then recalled the Yin-Yang Gangqi Sword, and immediately withdrew his spiritual thoughts.

Wang Chongxiao on the sea was stupid. He knew nothing about high-tech things and couldn't play with them at all!

"Look at me!"

Jester was very good at it. He landed directly on the speedboat that was rushing around, pulled it aside, threw the dead driver aside, then put the steering wheel with one hand and turned around and drove towards the Loongboat.

After reaching the shore, Jester turned off the engine, then used the dark cage, lifted the speedboat to the top of the air, held it with one hand, and rushed back to the villa like lightning.

At this time, Zeng Yingying had already come out of the swimming pool and He Yuqiong put on bathrobes. The two of them stood beside Ling Yun, one left and one right, and were a little shocked.

The head that was nailed to the floor tiles by the Green Shadow Flying Sword no longer dared to struggle. His eyes were frightened, and his ferocious face showed a look of pain, but he stared at Ling Yun tightly, opening and closing his mouth, wanting to speak.

"Don't worry, your body has arrived."

Ling Yun was exhausted and didn't know if the other party could understand. When he saw Jester coming in with one hand holding the speedboat, he immediately winked at him.

Jester first placed the speedboat on the lawn, then reached out his hand, grabbed the headless body, and threw it to the head on the ground.

"ah!"

Zeng Yingying was a mortal. She didn't know what happened outside just now. When she saw Jester appearing in the yard with a speedboat in one hand, she was completely confused. Then she saw him throwing a headless body out of the speedboat, and she screamed in fear.

However, He Yuqiong, because when he was in the capital, he had seen the miracle performed by Ling Yun and Wang Chongxiao, and was not very surprised now.

"receive!"

Ling Yun's divine thought moved and immediately took back the Qingying Flying Sword.

Next, there was the moment when nine people stared at each other, even Ling Yun.

Feitou is definitely a common thing for ghost cultivators, and Ling Yun has seen it a lot.

But a living person can actually make his head separate from his body. One head flew out so far to do things, and his body could still lie there quietly, waiting for his head to come back and install it. Then he was like a person who was fine. This is so high-tech. Ling Yun was curious and wanted to study it.

Not to mention Ling Yun now, even when he reaches the Golden Pill stage, he can't do it. Unless he can get the soldiers out of trouble and when his interest comes, he can play.

But he wouldn't do this kind of thing to kill Ling Yun, because in his eyes, it was no different from committing suicide.

He Yuqiong and Zeng Yingying, one by one, grabbed Ling Yun's arm tightly with both hands, but were reluctant to blink. They both wanted to see how the legendary flying head fell and flew out to the neck again.

The head of the surrender had long been destroyed by the Qingying Flying Sword. Apart from his face, the entire back of his head seemed to have been plowed, rotting into a ball of minced meat, but he was indeed not dead yet.

He didn't look for his body, but saw his mouth open and close, and he couldn't stop chanting the spell. Soon, his head began to move towards his headless neck as if it was pulled by an invisible rope.

But because he was seriously injured and dying, he moved very hard. It took more than two minutes to move over a distance of more than one meter. Then he struggled hard, adjusted his position desperately, and struggled with all his might, then he turned his head to his neck.

Then Ling Yun saw that with a faint red light shining, the gap on the surrender's neck completely disappeared.

The connection between the neck was intact, just like Ling Yun used the advanced healing talisman to heal a person's wounds.

"Eye-opening! Awesome!"

Ling Yun couldn't help but applaud and nodded seriously.

If you don’t understand, you can’t pretend to understand. If you should take it, you have to accept it. Ling Yun has always done a good job in this regard.

All the things he did just now seemed to have consumed all his strength. He had no time to reply to Ling Yun, but was just breathing heavily and surviving.

If it were just that he was seriously injured in the head, it would not be so laborious at all. But the problem is that there were more than a dozen holes on his body brought back by Jester, and his body was completely ruined!

After a long time, the surrender seemed to have recovered a little vitality. His limbs could barely move. Then he turned over desperately, used his limbs together, and climbed towards the speedboat in the distance.

"Old Wang, help him."

Ling Yun knew that this surrender master would not live for a few minutes. He was just moving with the only obsession in his mind. Ling Yun didn't want to waste his time and wanted to send the Buddha to the West.

Wang Chongxiao immediately understood. He used his divine thoughts to transport the dead driver's body in the speedboat and threw it in front of the surrendered master.

"It is rumored that when practicing the flying head, people will find an extremely secret place to practice, and then they dare to use the descending technique to get their heads away from their bodies. The head drags their gastrointestinal blood vessels forward, and cannot be more than three feet away from the ground. They go out to suck the flesh and blood of humans or animals in their hearts and flesh to practice every night. They must return to their bodies before sunrise in the morning."

"There are seven levels of cultivation in total. Each level requires continuous practice for 7749 days without making any mistakes before you can achieve success. Every time you break through to one level, the skills of the master will increase by dozens of times. After the seventh level is completed, the master will be able to live forever."

Wang Chongxiao obviously had some knowledge of this horrifying secret technique in Nanyang. He was busy explaining it to Ling Yun and others, and his face was gloomy.

"Based on the parking position of this speedboat, from the distance from the head to the body, this surrender master should at least have reached the third level before he dared to be so arrogant."

"As for the person who stayed in the speedboat and guarded his headless body, he must be the one he dared to entrust his life and trusted the most, in terms of age, it should be his son."

Ling Yun nodded repeatedly and agreed, because when Blue Bird talked to him about Miaojiang witchcraft, he had talked about this secret technique of Nanyang, which was roughly the same as Wang Chongxiao's current statement.

But Ling Yun knew very well that this surrender master had not only practiced to the third level, because the Qingying Flying Sword is a top-grade treasure. When he pierced the surrender master's head, he had a clear sense of blockage, which meant that his head had reached an extremely hard level and had already chased Ling Yun's impure glaze body!

Otherwise, he would not have done so well. He first nailed his head with the Qingying Flying Sword, and then released the Yin-Yang Gang Qi Sword to "kill" the headless corpse of the Surrender.

In Ling Yun's opinion, this surrender master has at least the strength equivalent to the peak of the ninth level of Qi training!

The near-death subjugation master climbed in front of the guardian, hugged his body and said for a while, then put down his body, then turned around, his eyes burst, stared at Ling Yun and asked, "Who are you? We have no grievances and no grudges. Why are you so vicious? I will not give up even if I kill you, even my son will be killed?"

Unfortunately, Ling Yun couldn't understand what he was saying at all. He turned his head and asked, "Who can understand what this person is saying?"

Everyone shook their heads.

He Yuqiong said a little embarrassedly: "I only know that he is speaking T-Chinese dialect, but he speaks it too quickly and is vague..."

In fact, she only knows a few daily words.

At this time, Paul suddenly smiled and said, "Boss, I'll translate for you."

"Damn, talent!"

Ling Yun was shocked and asked him to translate immediately.

After hearing this, Ling Yun looked at the surrender master and said calmly: "Not to mention that you want to hurt my friend, it's just that you have practiced such evil martial arts. When you reach this level, you don't know how many innocent lives you have hurt. I'll kill you, just to eliminate the harm for the people."
Chapter completed!