Xianhong Road

Chapter 192 Yang Fan's Choice

"He's crazy……"

This was Yang Fan's first reaction.

After experiencing the trip to Ghost Corpse Mountain, Yang Fan understood how terrifying Hu Fei was after going mad.

When the taboo was broken, Hu Fei had a ferocious face, his figure was like an ape, half squatting and half bowing, his hands were claw-shaped, and his pupils were blood red.

At this moment, the spiritual energy of the surrounding world was turbulent, rushing towards Hu Fei like a tide,

In an instant, his body suddenly swelled, and a faint purple light film shone on the surface of his body. His body was strengthened many times, and a primitive and barbaric breath rushed towards his face, making people tremble.

ow~~
Hu Fei stood up, raised his head to the sky and let out a long cry. There seemed to be an invisible vortex in his body, and a violent gust of wind blew around him, sweeping within tens of feet.

Wushuang was in the violent and raging wind, with a strange expression on his face, and his body moved towards Hu Fei involuntarily, and there was an invisible suction pulling him towards the center.

The suction was not aimed at his body, but his soul.

When the soul faces this suction, the body is pulled involuntarily.

Roar!
The blood in Hu Fei's eyes dissipated, and with a loud roar, he leaped out like a monkey, and punched Wu Shuang on the head like lightning.

boom!
Wushuang turned into a white shadow, was sent flying, and fell into the mountain covered in billowing dust.

Yang Fan and King Yan, who were watching the battle from afar, couldn't help showing expressions of astonishment.

The battle situation turned so fast. Not long ago, Wushuang had an absolute advantage, but the next moment, Hu Fei went berserk and knocked him into the air with a punch. His life and death were unknown.

After Hu Fei went mad, his body had been strengthened several times, and his strength could split mountains and split monuments. The power of that punch might kill a martial artist like King Yan in seconds.

Hu Fei stood there for a while, the dust and smoke in the distance had not dissipated, and there was no sound inside.

"Could it be that he's dead..." Yang Fan was secretly delighted, but there was also some regret and inexplicable pain in his heart.

Although Wushuang has a certain hostile relationship with him, and even threatens his life, Yang Fan still admires him from the bottom of his heart.

Boil~...

The huge battlefield was dead silent, except for Hu Fei's roaring voice.

Standing one mile away, Yang Fan was restrained by the primitive and savage horror when his consciousness extended, his senses were greatly restricted, and he couldn't see the reality in the dust.

However, he felt that Hu Fei's body had become a little taller after being berserk, and the biggest change was in his physical strength.With his physical strength at this moment, even if he doesn't use supernatural powers, he can compete with the strong in the foundation period with just a pair of iron fists.

After punching Fei Wushuang with a fist, Hu Fei stared at the dusty mountain with piercing eyes, his fighting spirit became more and more intense.

Seeing this scene, Yang Fan's heart skipped a beat. It seems that Wushuang probably didn't die.

Sure enough, after a while, there was a slight coughing sound from the mountain: "Ahem..."

Afterwards, the dust gradually dissipated, revealing the real situation in that area.

"Cough cough..."

Wushuang's body was sunken into the body, as if choked by dust, he kept coughing, his head was bleeding, and his complexion was a little pale.

Hu Fei walked towards him step by step, there was a faint flash of thunder between the clouds, and the wind roared around him, like an ancient god of war.

Under such power and fighting spirit, Hu Fei looked unparalleled and uttered a few words: "You...you lost!"

"Losing?" Wushuang was slightly taken aback, with a strong sarcasm on his face, as if he had heard the funniest joke.

"Hehe, the warm-up has just ended..." Wushuang said leisurely.

What?Warm up over?

Everyone on the field was shocked.

Could it be that the fierce battle just now was really just a warm-up?

"You really didn't disappoint me. Next, I will use my real power..."

Wushuang's figure flickered, flashed out from the mountain, and was suspended in midair.

Without the help of flying swords and spells, he seems to have no weight, and he freezes in the air, giving people the illusion that he needs to look up from above
The white clothes, with a slight shock, became spotless, floating like snow.

"bring it on!"

Hu Fei waved his claws, and a purple edge shot towards Wushuang. There was a violent friction sound in the air, the speed was astonishing, and its power was enough to overwhelm low-level monks.

Faced with this swift and violent blow, Wushuang was so calm that he even closed his eyes.

scoff——

Seeing the attack is coming.

call!
Wushuang swayed slightly, dodging the blow, his body seemed to disappear out of thin air at that moment, and then reappeared in front of his eyes.

Boom!

The purple edge hit a huge boulder not far away, and immediately exploded into pieces with a burst of explosion.

"No..." Wu Shuang had a thoughtful expression on his face, as if he was not very satisfied with the blow that escaped Hu Fei just now.

Yang Fan watched the battle from a distance, feeling incredible.At that moment just now, Wushuang's body seemed to disappear, and then reappeared in place.

What kind of weird agility is this?

Moreover, Yang Fan felt that this method seemed to be related to some mysteries in his own Immortal Art.

Hey~
Hu Fei kept roaring, a pair of eyes fixed on Wushuang, faintly, there was a layer of lavender light in those eyes, as if it could penetrate the space.

Whoosh!
Hu Fei stomped hard on the ground, his body shot out like a cannonball, and with one hand in the shape of a claw, he ruthlessly tore towards the area where Wushuang was. Several purple sharp rays staggered away, sealing off all room for dodge.

Wushuang narrowed his eyes slightly, stretched out a finger, and swipe lightly at the area in front of him. A cyan sword light shone with mysterious glare, forming a clever arc, and unexpectedly collided with those purple sharp lights at the same time. together.

Swish!
After doing all this, Wushuang disappeared out of thin air again, and appeared ten feet away in the next moment, like a white feather, floating in mid-air, with a slight smile on his face.

Yang Fan faintly caught a trace of green light flashing across the void, and a strange color appeared in his eyes: "This... how does this look like the wind escape technique?"

The escape technique is a spell that can only be cultivated by powerful immortals, and it can achieve a near-teleportation effect.Of course, it's only close to teleportation. When casting such spells, some clues can often be caught.

If it's just a powerful immortal cultivator, knowing this kind of spells is fine, but Wushuang, a martial artist, can possess similar supernatural powers, which is really beyond imagination.

Although Wuxiu has powerful combat power, he is far inferior to traditional immortal cultivators in terms of supernatural powers and spells, unless Wuxiu reaches a very high level.

Thinking of this, Yang Fan couldn't help recalling what Wushuang said in Xianhong Medical Center: "There is a sky beyond the sky, and there are people beyond people. I have touched a higher spiritual level..."

Obviously, Wushuang's spiritual level is extremely high. Although he is a martial artist, he actually integrated some of the magic and profound meanings of immortal cultivators into the abilities of martial arts by virtue of his terrifying comprehension.And Yang Fan's plaque is an opportunity to trigger Wushuang.

What kind of situation will it be when Wu Xiu comprehends the profound meaning of cultivating immortals and improves them?

Swish!Swish!Swish!
Wushuang's body flickered in the sky, mysterious and unfathomable, like a demon in the void.

However, in the process of casting this type of spell, Wushuang also lost a lot of power in his body. Yang Fan observed for a while and found that Wushuang's complexion was a little weak after performing several consecutive spells.But this son's face was a little more gratified.

"Look at the fight!"

Wushuang paused, no longer dodging, put one hand behind her back, and the other drew mysterious arcs in front of her body, blocking Hu Fei's attacks one by one.

bang bang!Boom!
No matter how swift and violent Hu Fei's attack was, Wushuang could defuse it lightly, with a faint smile on his face.

"He fought Hu Fei with one hand..." King Yan said to Yang Fan, with a lingering fear in his heart.

Yang Fan nodded and sighed secretly: "How can I face such a powerful opponent?"

At this moment, he clenched his hands tightly, almost trembling, and his nails scratched the flesh due to excessive force.

However, the wound was insignificant to Yang Fan, and he recovered in an instant.

Wushuang only uses one hand, to put it lightly, his body only moves occasionally, but he remains invincible.

Seeing this, Hu Fei rose into the air and rushed towards Wushuang.

"Good job." Wushuang snorted softly, and there was a hint of joy on that extremely ordinary face, as if intoxicated in a certain realm.

call!
Hu Fei roared towards him with a suppressed and terrifying momentum, and he also carried a piece of light red thunder fire, the momentum was astonishing.

Wushuang took a light breath, and slowly pointed out with a finger.

Compared with Hu Fei's mighty power, Wushuang's finger looks so insignificant, with a lazy look.

However, at the moment when that finger touched Hu Fei's claw, a sudden change occurred.

A fierce sword light suddenly shot out from that finger, with a thin needle thread, and a sharp sword aura lingered around it.

puff!boom!
As soon as the needle-like sword light came into contact, it broke through Hu Fei's frightening skin, and a bloody hole appeared on the palm of his hand.

However, a terrifying force erupted immediately, shaking Wushuang a foot away.

oooo~
Hu Fei's palm was hit with a bloody hole, the blood spattered, and the pain was inexplicable. With his perverted body, he couldn't heal the wound in a short time.

"What a hard body,"

Wushuang looked at Hu Fei for a few times, and was a little surprised that the blow just now had condensed the strength to the extreme, and it didn't destroy the opponent's arm, but only opened a bloody hole.

"I'm afraid you are not of pure human blood..." Wushuang glanced at Hu Fei lightly.

Hearing this, Hu Fei, who was moaning in pain, trembled inexplicably.

Not pure human blood?
Yang Fan was stunned, what did Wushuang mean by that?
"My physical body, condensed from the mother's womb, has reached the limit of human beings. Even if it is not much worse than some demon cultivators who cultivate the physical body... But your body has clearly surpassed the limit of human body... ..."

Wushuang said calmly.

Yang Fan understood that Wushuang had a perfect body.

"Could it be that Hu Fei is not a human being, but a monster or some other foreign object..." Yang Fan was secretly startled.

However, if it is a monster or other alien species, it cannot appear as a human before the transformation period.

In the stage of transformation, it is comparable to the old monster in the Nascent Soul stage among the high-ranking monks in the world of cultivating immortals.

From this point of view, it is unlikely that Hu Fei is a monster or other kind.

"Ah——" Hu Fei suddenly beat his chest with both hands, and let out a miserable roar, a taboo in his body was triggered one step closer.

hum~
A vague and mysterious phantom appeared behind him, and a terrifying aura from time immemorial rushed towards his face.

"That is……"

Yang Fan's eyes touched the phantom behind Hu Fei, and his soul trembled. He even had a tendency to worship and prostrate, and his body was even a little out of control.

Wushuang's body froze, a look of pain appeared on his face, his knees were uncontrollable, and he wanted to kneel down.

thump!
Yang Fan suddenly heard a voice, and King Yan beside him knelt in Hu Fei's direction with a look of reverence and reverence.

hum~
The aura emitted by the mysterious phantom behind Hu Fei became stronger and stronger.

Yang Fan's heart trembled, and he couldn't resist anymore.

"what?"

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded in Yang Fan's mind.

The owner of this voice comes from Xianhong Ring, from the vast and boundless "Xianhong Space".

It is the puppy.

Yang Fan quickly immersed his mind into the Xianhong space, and found that the puppy had a strange expression on his face, and the irresistible will disappeared in his mind.

"What's wrong with you?" Yang Fan asked.

"I just feel a familiar breath, but it's very faint, very faint..."

The puppy was a little confused, and he couldn't explain it himself.

Yang Fan felt baffled, and didn't care about that much anymore, so he kept half of his mind in the Immortal Space to prevent himself from surrendering to the terrifying aura.

Swish!
His thoughts returned to the real space.

Clang!
A beam of cool and cold light flashed across the void, accompanied by the sound of a sword.

Gazing around, Wushuang drew out his sword, and a fierce sword energy that wanted to break through the sky burst out from the blurred sword light.

Yang Fan saw a strange scene, Wushuang's deep eyes, there was a "sword", floating in the void, it didn't look real, as if blocking time and space and reincarnation.

"break!"

The sword in the depths of Wushuang's eyes lit up, and with a wave of the sword in his hand, a stunning and unparalleled sword glow seemed to ignore the distance in space, and slashed fiercely at the mysterious phantom behind Hu Fei.

puff!
The mysterious phantom trembled, the light dimmed, it merged into Hu Fei's body, and disappeared.

thump!
Hu Fei vomited blood and fell to the ground, unconscious, life and death unknown.

Clang!
With a flash of cold light, accompanied by a clear and pleasant metallic sound, the sword was sheathed.

Wushuang looked a little weak, glanced at Hu Fei who was lying on the ground, and said very calmly: "You lost."

However, Hu Fei was unconscious and couldn't hear the sound at all.

"Wushuang, you have already won, the battle is over, please don't hurt him."

Yang Fan hurried over to check on Hu Fei's injuries.

As a result, he discovered a strange situation. Hu Fei still had vitality in his body, but his soul seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.

soul sleep...

Yang Fan's heart "thumped", feeling extremely troublesome, and his heart was suspended.

Wushuang glanced at the two of them indifferently, his body was suspended in the air, and after a while, he said: "He has lost, the next battle will be your turn..."

There was a sneer at the corner of his mouth: "Although this battle is not small, I haven't done my best yet.

Haven't done your best yet?
Yang Fan felt powerless for a while, clenched his fists and almost lost all his faith.

"Of course, you can give up now and save me effort..." Wushuang looked at him coldly.

"Give up?" Yang Fan's eyes lit up, it seemed like a good choice.

Indeed, judging from the current situation, even if Yang Fan's strength doubles, he still cannot be Wushuang's opponent.

Before, the taboo power that Hu Fei erupted had faintly touched the level of a high-ranking monk, but in front of Wushuang, he was still defeated, and now his life was at stake.

Do you really want to give up?
Yang Fan took a deep breath, feeling a little unwilling.

He is now appearing as a genius doctor, but under his hypocritical face, he actually has a heart that is more inclined to the devil.It can be seen from the fact that he can choose to practice magic skills without hesitation.

For the sake of the long-term future, he is so low-key and amiable. At the same time, the artistic conception of Xianhong Jue keeps him calm and peaceful, without contending with the world.

If you give up... what will be the consequences?

Yang Fan felt a chill in his heart. Once he gave up, he would be completely defeated by Wushuang on the spiritual level, leaving an indelible shadow.

My palm against the sky?How can you be inferior to others?

Yang Fan's heart of a strong man hidden deep in his heart was finally touched and completely detonated.

This is the Yang Fan who used to be, the arrogant Yang Fan who was respected as the first genius of the family.

"No...you can't..." A voice came from afar.

It was Yan Wang Yu Wenlie.

At this moment, Yu Wenlie looked much older than before. After the worship just now, he seemed to have lost all fighting spirit, and became a late old man who had smoothed out all his beliefs and will.

Yang Fan's mind moved, and he suddenly recalled what Yu Wenlie said in Xianhong Medical Center earlier: "This is also like me when I was young. At that time, I was making rapid progress in martial arts, and my progress was extremely fast. Unfortunately, when I have children and a family business , but lost that mentality."

"Give up?" Yang Fan took a deep breath, the light in his eyes condensed to a point, and he said in an unprecedented solemn tone: "As long as there is still one day in the pursuit of immortality, there is no word to give up."

After saying these words, Yang Fan felt that the stagnant air in his heart suddenly dissipated, his mood suddenly became brighter, and the fear and fear of Wushuang in his heart also disappeared.

At this moment, Wushuang seems to be just one of the countless disasters on his difficult journey to immortality, and it is an indispensable experience.

"Okay, okay!" Wushuang spat out three words in a row, with a strange expression on his face, and immediately looked at Yang Fan, and said coldly:

"If you had given up at that moment just now, I would wipe you out of the world with a sword without hesitation."

Hearing this, Yang Fan and King Yan felt chills in their hearts.

Yang Fan breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he had a sudden epiphany just now, not only raised his artistic conception to a higher level, but also saved his life because of it.

The moment just now was a critical moment in life and a choice of fate...

"Because you stole my beloved's heart..." Wushuang said deeply, with a trace of soul-touching pain in his eyes, "So, I will not show mercy when I fight with you."

"See you in two months!"

Wushuang dropped the last sentence, moved ten feet out of thin air, and then just walked away, white clothes better than snow, ethereal like a fairy.

However, Yang Fan faintly noticed that Wushuang did not have the joy of a winner, and his figure was rather lonely and sad.

(The two-in-one chapters are updated, and every afternoon in the future, it must be updated together at night)

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