Xianhong Road

Chapter 220
The two faced each other across the air, their eyes filled with excitement, excitement, sparks of anticipation, and a little bit of fear...

Yes, and fear.

In this moment of life-and-death battle, all the emotions of the two were vividly revealed, because there was no way to cover up with distraction.

This is a true sign of the deepest emotions in man.Facing death, no one can really ignore it.

The success or failure of life and death is only a matter of millimeters.

In just one round of contest, the energy and spirit of the two were gathered like never before, neither dared to hold back or be distracted.

"This is not a suitable battlefield."

Yang Fan glanced at the sparsely populated bamboo forest under his feet.

Although this is a remote place in Kyoto, there are still some people after all.

In the battle against Wushuang, he must do his best and use a number of hole cards.

Yang Fan doesn't want people who are willing to know his true strength and various methods and secrets.

Whoosh!
Yang Fan Yujian turned and turned into a faint gray shadow, flying towards the north like an arrow leaving the string.

The emerald green airflow on his body formed a cyclone, making it difficult for people to see his true face.

Wushuang's face was calm, he stepped into the void, and just walked away.

However, there was a bit of anticipation and excitement in his eyes, and there was only a green light spot left in his pupils.

shhh-

The two moved forward and one behind, the scenery under their feet moved back quickly, and the wind whistled in their ears.

The speed is getting faster and faster, at a certain moment, the things under the feet are blurred,
One hundred miles...two hundred miles...five hundred miles...

Fly farther and farther.

Yang Fan was as calm as water, calm and self-possessed, and his speed reached an unimaginable level.

During this process, mana was consumed rapidly, but his abnormal resilience allowed him to endure such a rapid state for a long time.

If you were a monk at the foundation establishment stage of the same level, in this state, if you fly for two hours, you will probably collapse.

But Yang Fan continued to fly for half a day, his face was not red and his heart was not beating, and his breathing was steady.

I don't know how many thousands of miles they flew. When night fell, the two of them flew to a barren and inhabited desert.

Wushuang followed him all the time. At the beginning, he was a little impatient, but then the corners of his mouth were slightly pursed, and his heart was peaceful. He followed behind Yang Fan, neither slow nor fast, never leaving.

He understands that this battle is a process of fighting wits and courage, and it will also test people's perseverance and character.

Looking at this barren desert, Yang Fan suddenly paused: "That's it..."

The two slowly landed on the ground.

Through the map on the jade slips, Yang Fan learned that this place is called the 'Yanyue Desert', which covers an area of ​​about a thousand miles, and there seems to be a small sect hiding here.

"war!"

The divine light in Wushuang's eyes froze, and she was quite conspicuous in this desert, dressed in snow-white clothes.

After finishing speaking, he punched two times in the air, and there was a ripple in the air around him.

clap clap!

The invisible palm force was born, and the cold light flashed in the void, and the pressure in the area suddenly increased several times.

Siss~
In the desert under the straight line distance between the two, a gully two feet deep appeared silently, a straight line without any bend.

Yang Fan stood still on the spot, with green air whistling all over his body, and he slapped his palms like flowing water, giving him a faint air of euphoria.

Boom!

Yang Fan clashed with the fierce palm in front of him that seemed to be born out of thin air.

An extremely uncomfortable feeling came, Wushuang's attack contained sharp sword energy, which could penetrate the mountain wall almost instantly.

Even if the fine iron is placed in front of you, it is no different from tofu, and it can be broken with one blow.

Integrate the artistic conception of swordsmanship into every detail, whether it is punches, kicks, or other attacks, they all contain Xiao Xiao sword spirit.

Yang Fan's figure retreated sharply, but he only dissipated [-]% of the power of the two palms in the air, and the rest of the power was like a broken bamboo, attacking his arm, causing him inexplicable pain, and his meridians burst immediately.

Fortunately, the power of his Xianhong Jue turned into a trickling hot spring, dissolving the remaining power.

As for the injuries he suffered just now, most of them recovered within the breath.

clap clap!

Wushuang attacked again.

"There is no way to go on like this!"

Yang Fan's eyes froze, and there was an extra blue brick in his hand.

hum!
A piece of cyan light turned into a stone tablet with a width of three feet, blocking it in front of him. On this huge brick, there is still a layer of mysterious runes lingering, shining with a faint golden glow, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

clang clang!

Two clashing sounds as heavy as metal came.

These two sharp punches returned in vain.

Wushuang glanced at the blue brick in front of him in surprise.

Yang Fan sneered, I am an immortal cultivator, how could I fight Wu Xiu in close combat?
Immortal cultivators are good at magic weapons, spells, and supernatural powers.

"go with!"

As soon as the formula in Yang Fan's hand changed, the cyan brick turned into a cyan afterimage, and with a "swoosh", it rushed towards Wushuang.

Just as Wu Shuang was about to use a supernatural power similar to the wind escape technique, he felt a huge pressure coming, which immediately made him fail to perform the technique.

Seeing that, a huge brick shadow had descended on his head.

Since you can't avoid it, you can only shake it hard.

Wushuang raised his hands, lightly lifted them up, and touched the blue bricks.

bang~~~~~
The cyan brick was bounced away, and Wushuang's figure flew several feet away, like a piece of white paper, without any effort.

Yang Fan was astonished, the huge brick, which weighed more than a thousand catties, was smashed down with all kinds of power, but Wushuang easily deflected it and retreated completely.

This is the power of Wuxiu?

From the fight to the present, Yang Fan has discovered a phenomenon that Wushuang did not use power beyond his own level.

In the previous two fights, Wushuang may have used less power than Yang Fan. Only this time when facing the magic weapon, he used a power close to that of Yang Fan.

"Strange? My 'Instant Wind Technique' just failed..."

Wushuang looked at the huge brick hovering in the air with a little surprise.

With his speed and instant wind technique, he was able to dodge before the opponent's spirit weapon attacked.

But Yang Fan's cyan brick contained a strange gravity that locked the space, and he had no choice but to shake it hard when he couldn't touch it.

Yang Fan was secretly happy, he didn't expect the blue bricks to have such a miraculous effect, almost causing Wushuang a dark loss.

Whoosh!
The huge brick attacked again, a huge shadow swayed in the void, the cyan glow bloomed, and then fell down like a hill.

call out!
This time, Wushuang had been prepared for a long time, and with a "whoosh" of his body, he dodged a blow at the moment before the gravity fell, and then hit Yang Fan.

In Wushuang's deep eyes, there was a cold light, and his figure shot at Yang Fan like a sharp sword, and he punched hard in his hand.

Bang!
As soon as he punched out, a silver cold light surrounded his arms endlessly.

Suddenly, a column of light and shadow shot out through the air, carrying a power that made the soul tremble.

Yang Fan's heart throbbed, and it was impossible to immediately recall the blue tiles.

Seeing this, he waved his hand, and another blue brick appeared in front of him.

hum!
The cyan glow shone, forming an impenetrable barrier.

Bang!
The three-foot-long cyan brick suddenly trembled.

Immediately, a faint wave passed through the spiritual weapon and hit Yang Fan.

Under the lock of spiritual consciousness, a ray of transparent silver sword energy could be caught faintly, entering Yang Fan's body.

Immediately, Yang Fan's body froze slightly, and he almost fell from the air. The emerald halo in his mind continued to flow, and violently rubbed against the silver ray.

Call ~
Yang Fan returned to normal, but he looked scared.

Fortunately, another cyan brick was sacrificed in time just now, which blocked most of the attacks, so that he could fully deal with the sword intent attack at the soul level.

Standing ten feet away, Wushuang watched another piece of the same magic weapon appear in front of Yang Fan, with a strange expression on his face, a blue halo flashing on his body, and disappeared in place.

Hush——

The next moment, a huge brick in the distance overwhelmed him and landed on the spot where he had originally appeared.

puff!

Wushuang's afterimage was extinguished and appeared three feet away, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Suddenly, he discovered that Yang Fan's kung fu was strange and extraordinary, with such a strong endurance, and a variety of tricks in his hands.

Even under the huge gap in realm, it is difficult for Wushuang to take his life in a short time.

"I see how long you can last?"

Wu Shuang smiled coldly, his body turned into a white shadow, and rushed towards Yang Fan.

"Humph!"

Yang Fan manipulated one of the bricks and threw it at him.

boom!
The huge brick was slapped hard at the predetermined position.

Swish!

Suddenly, Wushuang split into two, dodged the attack, and then split up to attack Yang Fan.

Yang Fan's eyes were fixed, but he couldn't tell which one was the real one and which one was the fake one.

The two Wushuang had exactly the same aura, exuding a fierce sword aura that pierced the sky.

call!call!
That being the case, Yang Fan focused on two tasks, manipulating a blue brick to attack one of Wushuang, while the other blue brick was in charge of defense.

However, the mutant rebirth!
Swish!

The two Wushuang are erratic in the void, and both can use "Instant Wind".

Although the cyan brick is powerful, its speed is not its strong point.

Seeing that the two Wushuang had approached him.

Seeing this, Yang Fan waved his hand, and the two blue bricks disappeared into the void at the same time.

He actually took back the spirit weapon!

At the moment when the blue tiles disappeared, Yang Fan crossed his hands, and a strange green light gathered in his eyes, and circles of invisible green phantoms scattered in all directions like water waves.

Immediately, one of Wushuang's body froze, and a strange look flashed in his eyes; the other Wushuang disappeared into the void with a "buzz".

The bewitching green light in Yang Fan's eyes was endless, and a ray of green flame was faintly ignited, which was mysterious and strange.

The circles of invisible green phantoms are invisible to the naked eye, and they are silent.

This is exactly the poisonous technique that Yang Fan has practiced for a long time - a thousand miles of silence.

Thousands of miles of silence, obliterating vitality, domineering and vicious.

But this poison technique is very strenuous to practice, and requires the retrograde operation of the skills.

Wushuang was caught off guard and entered the range of the deadly poison technique. The vitality in his body was immediately corroded, lost quickly, and spread to the whole body.

Buzz~
There was a flash of blue light all over Wushuang's body, out of the scope of the poison technique, and appeared ten feet away.

The next moment, his face and hands were purple and blue, and the color was getting darker and darker, his face was extremely ugly.

(End of this chapter)