Xianhong Road

Chapter 221
"You...you use poison?"

The cold light in Wushuang's eyes was revealed, a powerful aura surged around his body, and the silver cold light was constantly running to prevent the vitality from being stripped away.

"As a pharmacist, Yang knows poison, so what?"

Yang Fan said disapprovingly, and the strange light in his eyes disappeared.

He also knows very well that it is impossible to kill Wushuang with poison, unless the other party stands in the range of poison and allows him to do it.

Moreover, this poisonous technique Yang Fan is only at the level of Xiaocheng, and cannot be used during fast movement.

"Okay," Wushuang spit out a piece of green blood, and his face returned to calm: "You are an immortal cultivator, you can use any spell, talisman, magic weapon, including poison..."

Speaking of this, his aura became a little weaker, and there were a few traces of happy smiles on the corners of his mouth.

Of course Yang Fan would not think that the other party surrendered because of poisoning.

In fact, Wushuang has already repelled the poisonous power. With his high-level state, his resilience is also very strong, and he can easily absorb a large amount of aura from the world and transform it into his own majestic force.

"I thought that controlling the realm of strength to this level would be enough to suppress you..."

A smile bloomed on Wushuang's ordinary face, and he said slowly: "Your ability to survive is stronger than I imagined. Is this related to the strange skills you practice?"

"However, in the future, I will not show mercy!"

Wushuang's voice came to an abrupt end, like metal in this passage, a murderous aura flashed in his eyes.

"If you want to kill me, I'm afraid no one under the senior monks can do it."

Yang Fan showed a proud expression for the first time, took a deep breath, and said in a strange tone: "Because my cultivation method is unique in the world, and it can be called heaven-defying."

"Hahaha... against the sky?" Wushuang smiled, "So you also want to go against the sky, it seems that we are like-minded."

It turns out that you also want to go against the sky...

The arrogance of Wushuang's words almost shocked Yang Fan.

What he said against the sky was aimed at the level of the exercises.

What Wushuang said was an attitude, an attitude of disobedience to the Dao of Heaven and Earth.

"Come on, see if you are qualified to be my real opponent,"

Wushuang's aura changed subtly. When Yang Fan locked onto him, he immediately had the illusion of facing the vast ocean.

Faintly, Yang Fan felt an artistic conception similar to Xianhongjue from Wushuang's body.

It is a realm that seems to be able to accommodate mountains, rivers and seas.

Yang Fan's face was dignified, and two blue bricks appeared in front of him, emitting a bright blue light.

huh~~
Suddenly, Wushuang slapped a palm, and Yang Fan caught a phantom in his eyes.

Snapped--

An invisible palm about ten feet long patted his head with soft force.

Yang Fan only felt that he was shrouded in a layer of shadow, as if a huge pot lid had fallen from the sky, no matter what he couldn't escape his shackles.

"go with!"

Yang Fan flipped his hands, and the blue bricks turned into three-foot-long boulders, like a city wall, with a horizontal bar in front of him.

boom!
The cyan brick trembled, and the pale golden runes and glow immediately dimmed, and sank suddenly.

Yang Fan's complexion changed drastically, and he quickly raised another blue brick to form a second line of defense.

The second cyan brick also trembled, and the light dimmed a bit, but it barely withstood the blow.

"What a terrible attack..."

Yang Fan took a deep breath and almost used all his strength to resist Wu Shuang's seemingly understated blow.

call out!
Suddenly, Wushuang waved his hand, and an invisible sword energy, faintly revealing a faint cold light, flashed in the air, and slashed at the head.

Yang Fan felt like he was stuck in an ice cellar, feeling like his blood was about to freeze.

"It seems that I can't be so passive..."

Yang Fan secretly thought that something was wrong, he couldn't let Wushuang launch waves of stronger attacks, if this continued, he might have no chance of reversal and be completely suppressed.

"Fusion!"

Yang Fan's two-handed formula flashed like a phantom, and he spit out two sonorous and powerful words.

hum~~
The two blue bricks protecting him suddenly leaned against each other, and circles of transparent filaments penetrated into the two blue bricks, blending into one without distinguishing each other.

Immediately, a dazzling cyan light burst out, and a thicker and more intense coercion covered the area.

What unfolded in front of my eyes was a huge five-foot-long square brick, simple and thick, covered with a faint golden texture, exuding a terrifying power.

Whoosh!

A cold light flashed across the void, and the invisible sword energy struck in an instant.

And the metal texture on the huge square brick fluctuated, producing mysterious runes one by one, and the halo flowed, forming a powerful protective barrier.

clang~~
The barrier formed by the golden runes trembled violently, the light dimmed a little, and it blocked this powerful blow without damage.

"go with!"

A cold light flashed in Yang Fan's eyes, and as soon as the formula in his hand changed, he immediately took the opportunity to turn defense into offense.

whoosh-

A hill intertwined with green and gold fell from the sky, and an overwhelming and irresistible pressure fell on Wushuang.

At this moment, within a few miles around, all the light was covered by this blow, and even the scorching sun in the sky was dimmed.

Wushuang's hands trembled slightly, but there was a trace of excitement and excitement in his eyes.

The powerful power of the top grade spiritual weapon made him feel a little bit of crisis.

He took a deep breath, and stroked his hands retrogradely in the air, a powerful force was born from his body.

Suddenly, his hands and arms were covered with a faint silver cold light.

The moment before the top-grade spiritual weapon was about to hit his head, Wushuang remained motionless, as if intoxicated in an incredible state.

Even the landslides and volcanic eruptions in front of his eyes could not cause him the slightest disturbance.

Yang Fan faintly felt a trace of uneasiness.

Wushuang's arrogance is not without reason.

"break!"

Wushuang raised a palm that shone with a silvery cold light, and struck out like lightning.

All of a sudden, Yang Fan felt a thunderbolt flash by.

Keng!
The silver cold light and the blue-gold light collided together.

The blue bricks as huge as hills and the extraordinary spiritual weapon trembled, and the aura on it peeled off layer by layer, and dimmed by half in the blink of an eye.

Wushuang sneered, and struck with the other hand like lightning, with an aura of opening up the world.

boom!
The cyan brick trembled again, the aura dimmed to the extreme.

"receive!"

Yang Fan's complexion changed, and he immediately waved his hand, and the blue brick turned back in front of him, a trace of horror flashed in his eyes.

This Wushuang is really terrifying, even dare to shake the top-grade spiritual weapon.

It would be fine if it was an ordinary spiritual weapon, but this is a heavy magical weapon.

Under one blow, there is a force of ten thousand catties, coupled with the terrible gravity supernatural power, even if a high-ranking monk came in person, he would not dare to easily challenge it.

If Hu Fei, whose physical strength was several times stronger, would have suffered such an attack, even if he did not die, he would lose half his life.

But Wushuang did it, with a pair of flesh and blood palms, under the perfect physical body and superb martial arts realm, he did it.

Wushuang was floating in the air, her eyes were as deep as the sea, she stared at Yang Fan, and said lightly: "If you only have this little strength left, today's decisive battle should be over..."

After finishing speaking, he raised a silver palm, slowly opened it, and then slapped Yang Fan hard.

huh~~
In an instant, Yang Fan felt that the area he was in was tightly squeezed by the surrounding air and the aura of heaven and earth, and he couldn't even escape.

"This is not the power that low-level monks should have..."

Yang Fan almost lost the courage to resist.

At this moment, what Wushuang showed was a realm of martial arts comparable to high-level.

Every move, it seems to control the power of heaven and earth.

Snapped!
An invisible big hand hit the protective layer in front of Yang Fan.

A majestic force surged to Yang Fan through the top-grade spiritual weapon.

There was a sharp pain in his body, and he almost fell apart and lost consciousness.

Yang Fan only felt that his body was light and light, and the spiritual weapon under his feet did not know where it was lost, and it roared away with his huge strength.

In the sense organs, the sound of the wind is harsh, and the strong wind pours into the body.

His body had already flown for several miles, and then sank deeply into the mountain.

Boom!

The mountain that was hundreds of meters high in front of me trembled violently, and a large area of ​​the soil layer cracked, almost collapsing.

When the dust and smoke dissipated, Yang Fan's figure was nowhere to be seen.

However, there is still his breath in the soil layer of the mountain.

It's just... that breath is disappearing, getting weaker and weaker.

It turned out that he was buried alive.

Wushuang stood in the void and sighed softly: "You are a good opponent, but unfortunately I want to kill you today, who told you to take away the heart of the person I love. Otherwise, this matter will stay in my heart." Unforgettable scars..."

Between the words, there was a hint of grief in his eyes.

But that's okay, if you lose your loved one, you can devote all your energy to kendo.

Yang Fan's body was severely damaged, with multiple fractures and part of his meridians ruptured.
He even broke his heart...

At this moment, Yang Fan's consciousness almost fell into a coma.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, he left half of his mind in the Xianhong space.

On the green soil with a radius of hundreds of feet, thousands of streams flowed to quickly repair his injuries.

"After all, I guessed right, Xianhong Ring can save my life at critical moments."

Yang Fan sighed secretly in his heart, when the heart pulse was repaired, he immediately escaped from the danger of life and death.

"Fortunately, he only has a high level, and he has not really stepped into a high level, otherwise this injury will be difficult to deal with..."

Yang Fan couldn't help but secretly rejoice.

At the same time, secretly, he performed the Dead Wood Kungfu, the breath in his body was gradually hidden, and all organs in his body stopped functioning.

At this moment, he looked like a dead man.

"Dead... is he dead?"

Wushuang was a little surprised, feeling a little abrupt in his heart.

He unfolded his consciousness, searched for a while, and found that Yang Fan was really dead.

"It's a pity...you are still one step away, you can force me to draw my sword and use the strongest attack..."

Wushuang seemed a little regretful.

Yang Fan lay in the soil layer, silently running the Dead Wood Kungfu, his senses merged into the soil layer, the earth unconsciously.

He heard Wushuang's regret very clearly.

"If I play dead like this, I can fool Wushuang and save a lot of trouble..."

Yang Fan thought about it.

However, he was a little bit unwilling in his heart. He still had his trump card and trump card, so he hadn't used it yet.

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