Under the night, a white figure ran towards Nanluo City next door.

His figure is like a ghost, and his speed is as fast as the wind. He can only see a few afterimages. If ordinary people see it, they will definitely think they have seen a ghost in the middle of the night.

This figure is nothing else, it is Song Xuan, the leader of the Underworld who just escaped from Chen Feiyu's sword!

"It was not surprising that Chen Feiyu came to Feilan City, but he could actually know who provided him with the information I was in Sofia Cathedral, and who was the one who informed me before?

Forget it, I will investigate these questions later. Unexpectedly, Chen Feiyu's strength has improved again. Although I successfully saved my life, Ma Qi died completely under Chen Feiyu's sword.

Unfortunately, it took not long to refine Maqi, and it only took more than a month to fully calculate it. It is difficult to exert the best power of our underworld corpse refiner. If I could give me three years to refine it, even if Chen Feiyu had the Dragon Abyss sword in his hand, he would not have thought that he would easily hurt Maqi. What a pity. It would be not that easy to find a body as suitable as Maqi in the future."

When Song Xuan thought about this, he felt so angry that his teeth were itchy.

Not long after, he rushed to a cathedral in the suburbs of Nanluo City, and walked straight in without knocking on the door. When he saw the clergy from a church coming, he spoke, "When will your pope come? I have something to see him."

Before the clergy could speak, suddenly, a proud voice rang out of thin air in the solemn church.

"It's actually a Chinese who came to Nordic Europe again. It's interesting, it's really interesting."

The voice is not only arrogant, but also Chinese.

Song Xuan's face changed slightly and he shouted, "Who is a little guy pretending to be a ghost?"

The next moment, a handsome and elegant middle-aged man walked out of the inside of the church.

He looked arrogant and walked forward with his hands behind his back, his pace was neither fast nor slow, as if everything was confident.

Song Xuan looked at the strange Chinese man in surprise, with a serious expression because he could not feel the aura of a warrior on the other party, so he could not grasp the other party's background.

The middle-aged Chinese man walked to the central station of the church, looked at Song Xuan casually, and said, "Who are you?"

Song Xuan frowned slightly, and the other party's arrogant attitude made him dissatisfied.

You know, he is the leader of the Underworld and the peak powerhouse of the "late-stage legend". No matter where he goes, he respects him very much. How could he be as arrogant as the middle-aged man at this moment and not take him seriously?

Since the other party is arrogant, Song Xuan must be even more arrogant!

Immediately, Song Xuan raised his head and said arrogantly: "I am Song Xuan, the leader of the Underworld, you..."

Before Song Xuan finished speaking, the middle-aged man opposite him spoke directly and interrupted: "In front of me, you are not qualified to call me 'old man', you are too young!"

Song Xuan's breathing suddenly stopped. He was over 100 years old. Who dared to say that he was young? The other party's strength and domineeringness were beyond his expectations!

"There is no one in front of me, but it has to be paid!" Song Xuan snorted coldly, suddenly activated his internal strength, and slapped the other party with a palm in the air.

A huge palm force broke through the air and attacked the other party with an unstoppable momentum. The powerful aura continued to impact the walls around the church, and the benches used for prayer were tilted around.

The clergy around was shocked. This Chinese man is so powerful!

As the palm force was about to attack the middle-aged man, the palm force disappeared out of thin air, as if it had never appeared before.

I saw the middle-aged man still standing there with his hands behind his back, with a bit of contempt in his arrogant attitude: "If you want to test my strength, you once again prove your youth and ignorance."

Song Xuan's face suddenly changed. Although he only used 70% of the palm just now, it was not something that ordinary people could block. But not only did the other party block it, but he also showed ease without moving his hands and feet. He had only seen this shocking strength in Liu Hanxiao.

From this we can see that the opponent's strength is definitely not inferior to Liu Hanxiao!

Looking at the entire China, there are only one person whose strength is comparable to that of Liu Hanxiao!

A flash of inspiration in Song Xuan's mind, and he said in disbelief: "You... are Long Jingyun from the Dragon Family of the Ghost Doctor's Sect?"

"I have only recognized me now. You are not only young, but also have shallow experience."

That’s right, this middle-aged man with amazing strength is Long Jingyun!

Song Xuan's face changed again. Although he had guessed Long Jingyun's identity, he heard Long Jingyun's admission in his ears still stirred up storms in his heart.

You know, the Underworld and the Ghost Doctor have been mortal enemies for thousands of years. If Long Jingyun decides to kill him here, Song Xuan will definitely not be able to resist it!

With this in mind, even though Song Xuan was determined, he couldn't help but feel a layer of cold sweat on his forehead, and he secretly complained in his heart. He just escaped from the sky and entered the tiger's den again in a blink of an eye. Is this too unlucky?

As if seeing what Song Xuan was thinking, Long Jingyun said lightly: "I have two purposes for coming overseas. One is to kill Chen Feiyu, and the other is to steal the 'angel's tears'.

The so-called enemy's enemy is a friend. In the killing of Chen Feiyu, you and I have a common interest and position. As for the 'Angelic Tears', hey."

Song Xuan understood the meaning and immediately bowed his head and said respectfully: "Senior, don't worry, I'm just going to kill Chen Feiyu to avenge you. I have absolutely no intention to compete with you for the 'Angelic Tears'."

"Very good, we have reached a consensus that your life will be fine during this period of Nordic Europe." Long Longjing said with satisfaction.

"Thank you, senior." Song Xuan then breathed a sigh of relief, quietly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and secretly wondered in his heart, it would be fine if Long Jingyun came to Northern Europe, but why did he also contact the Holy See and came to Nanluo City?

Suddenly, a clergyman came out of the church and came to Long Jingyun and Song Xuan, and said respectfully in Chinese: "Your Excellency the Pope, please invite two distinguished guests to talk."

Song Xuan said in surprise: "The Pope has arrived?"

The clergyman smiled and said, "Not only the Pope, but even the strongest man of the Tianzhu Cult and the Saint of the Tianzhu Cult will not come in these two days."

Song Xuan nodded: "So many strong men join forces together, and the confidence in killing Chen Feiyu will be even greater."

Long Jingyun didn't say anything and turned around and walked towards the inside of the church.

Song Xuan looked at Long Jingyun's back with his eyes flashing, and he secretly thought in his heart that with Long Jingyun's joining, killing Chen Feiyu is easy to get rid of. After killing Chen Feiyu and returning to China, he must think of a complete solution to prevent Long Jingyun from killing the underworld, or find an opportunity to end Long Jingyun's life in Nordic!

The next day, Chen Feiyu came outside a bar called "Victoria". According to the information provided by Josh, Benjamin, a local snake in Ferran City, was in this bar at this moment.

"I hope Josh didn't lie to me and could really find out the news about the 'dark world' from Benjamin. Otherwise, even if Josh was a member of the royal family, he would not be able to escape death!"
Chapter completed!