Xianhong Road

Chapter 222 The Dance of the Demon Snake

Wushuang sighed softly, looked at the place where Yang Fan was buried alive, turned around, and flew slowly towards the capital.

At the same time, Yang Fan, who was lying on the bottom of the soil layer, felt a little unwilling.

"This kid has terrible potential. If you really give up on this, you will not be able to get rid of his threat in the future."

Yang Fan felt awe-inspiring:

You can hide for a while, but you can't hide for a lifetime.

Wushuang, who was dressed in white clothes better than snow, had just flown for a mile or two when he suddenly stopped.

He turned his head back suddenly, looked at the battlefield just now, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, took a deep breath, and said calmly:
"Come out, I know you're not dead!"

It turned out that when Wushuang left, Yang Fan felt a sense of murderous intent and unwillingness in his heart, which made the Dead Wood Kung Fu a flaw.

Wushuang's senses are extremely keen, and his sense of murderous intent and fighting intent has reached the level of a god.

He has a perfect human body and is a born warrior.

Yang Fan was still lying in the soil layer, but after hearing this voice, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, the soft and tolerant aura on his body began to change.

A deep black light flashed from his eyes, and there was a throbbing that made people's heart tremble suddenly.

Standing two miles away, Wushuang could clearly feel the spread of a tyrannical aura, and couldn't help showing a few traces of excitement on his face.

Bang!
The soil layer cracked, dust flew all over the sky, and a ruthless young man in a black robe leaped into the void.

That icy face was like a snow mountain that hadn't melted for thousands of years, a coldness and contempt that pierced to the bone marrow flashed in his eyes.

"who are you?"

Wushuang's complexion changed, and he looked carefully at the man in front of him.

"I, Shi Qianhan."

The black mist flickered on the body of the man in black robe, and he flew towards him without the help of any external objects.

During the foundation building period, there are only a few methods and secret techniques that allow monks to roam the sky without magic weapons and props.

And Jiuyou Demon Art is a peerless magic art that has shocked the past and present, and Yang Fan has comprehended the essence of the magic power, and now he has reached a height beyond his peers.

"Shi Qianhan? What's your relationship with Yang Fan?"

Wushuang would not be so stupid as to think that Shi Qianhan jumped out of thin air.

"I'll talk about it if I win."

Shi Qianhan's cold and irresistible voice sounded.

"As long as it is a strong opponent, I, Wushuang, will not refuse."

Wushuang didn't think too much, he was a martial idiot, since there was an opponent coming, how could he refuse.

call out!call out!
In the sky, two figures, one black and one white, are approaching quickly.

Wushuang floats out of the dust, like a sword fairy among men; Shi Qianhan is full of demonic energy, and looks like a master of magic.

In a short time, the distance between the two was less than ten feet.

Shi Qianhan's palm was covered with dense black veins, like intertwined and complicated veins, and a destructive and violent breath spread, which only made the soul tremble.

Snapped!
With a palm strike, the space seemed to tremble, and the black texture turned into a ripple and spread out, suppressing the area where Wushuang came out.

Yang Fan's spirit has also reached an unprecedented peak.

This palm was the strongest blow he had done in the past 20 years in his life, and it brought out the essence of magic power to the fullest.

With just this blow, he squandered a quarter of his devilish energy, faintly reaching the peak of the Foundation Establishment Stage, wanting to surpass a certain powerful shackle.

This battle stimulated his blood, and the devil in his heart,
Wushuang stopped, with a serious expression on his face, only the black palm like a deep hole remained in his eyes, his heart was trembling, and he was excited like never before.

He took a light breath and swiped in the void with one hand.

Suddenly, the space in front of him gave people the illusion of collapse.

A piece of soft silver light formed a strange vortex that stretched continuously in front of Wushuang.

This vortex cannot be seen with the naked eye, but can only be sensed by induction or spiritual consciousness.

His existence seems to have surpassed some common sense and embraced everything in the world.

hum!
The palm as dark as a deep hole and the spreading strange black texture collided with the strange vortex in front of Wushuang.

Immediately, silver and black halos flickered wildly, interlacing and colliding, causing drastic changes in the aura of heaven and earth.

At this moment, the gust of wind howled, and bursts of cyclones and storms swept away in all directions with the slight center of the two of them.

Above the heads of the two, dark clouds were densely covered, and the flash of thunder could be seen faintly.

A frightening aura emanating from in front of the two of them caused the creatures within a radius of tens of miles to tremble and tremble uneasy.

After a few breaths, a sudden change occurred, and the two looked at each other and retreated.

boom!
In that space, the silver and black power suddenly exploded, and the violent and terrifying aura spread for several miles in an instant. A hurricane formed between the sky and the earth, causing a terrible sandstorm in this desert.

Immediately, the dust and smoke billowed, the sky was full of sand and dust, and it was almost impossible for idlers to survive.

"Take me a few more tricks!"

With a "whoosh" of Shi Qianhan's figure, he turned into a black afterimage, and shot towards Wushuang amidst the storm and dust in the sky.

Bang bang bang!
Shi Qianhan swung out again and again, the weird black texture was like death light waves, centered on the dark hole-like palm, covering the area, trying to shatter a vacuum, the domineering magic power shot straight into the sky.

Wushuang's movements are still not slow or fast, whether it is fists or palms, he strikes out in a hurry, each blow carries a wave of heaven and earth, and the artistic conception is extraordinary.

In the sky, two figures, one black and one white, flashed after afterimages, launching a rare and protracted battle.

Boom!

From time to time there was a thunderous sound in the void.

The sandstorm has not yet dissipated, and the battlefield between the two keeps spreading, and they fight and walk, each showing their magical powers.

Unknowingly, an oasis appeared in front of him.

Bang bang bang!
The tyrannical momentum and loud noise attracted the attention of a cultivating sect on the oasis.

"Who is fighting over there, it's almost hitting our territory!"

A monk in the Qi refining period exclaimed.

"Demonic energy...there is a terrifying demonic energy over there."

"A powerful demonic monk has come to kill him!"

"Go and inform the Patriarch."

The whole oasis is in chaos.

After a few breaths, two figures, one black and one white, appeared above the oasis, and the terrifying aftermath of the fist-to-hand fist made the low-ranking monks below tremble with fear.

"Master, it's not good! The big thing is not good..."

A middle-aged man in the middle of his concentration rushed into a certain secret room and shouted.

"What happened?" came an old voice.

"A strong man from the evil way came to kill him, I'm afraid it will cause chaos." The middle-aged man said in a panic.

The door of the secret room opened, and an old man with a gray beard walked out. He unfolded his consciousness and observed the scene above the oasis.

Immediately, two shocking breaths came.

One of the demonic breaths gave him a familiar feeling.

Patriarch's complexion changed drastically: "These two are not to be messed with, tell all the disciples to hide underground!"

"Yes!" The middle-aged monk quickly passed on the order.

"There are still monks who practice the 'God Transformation Art'. This probably has something to do with the 'Sanyou Old Demon'."

The patriarch looked horrified.

Boom!

At this moment, the two people in the battle suddenly fell to the ground, and the invisible power made people tremble.

"I'd better hide it quickly..."

He shivered, and without saying a word, an earth-colored light flashed on his body, wrapping him and directly burrowing into the sand and dust, without a trace.

At a certain moment, the two fighting suddenly stopped.

"Shi Qianhan, your strength is good, but you are still a little short of time to draw my sword."

Wu Shuang is dressed in white clothes better than snow, spotless in the sand and dust, flowing like a sword fairy.

Shi Qianhan's body was covered with a layer of black mist, with faint ripples, gradually dimming.

"I have to admit that even though I have grasped the essence of the magic power and doubled the power of the magic art, it is still not as good as you."

Shi Qianhan said indifferently.

He is very candid.

Wushuang is too strong, and it is still stronger when it is strong.

I thought that before being buried in the soil just now, he was forced to exert more than [-]% of his strength.

But now it seems that he was wrong.

The power of Jiuyou Demon Art is far superior to ordinary exercises, and Yang Fan's mastery of the essence of the magic way has more than doubled its power.

At this moment, he has raised his fighting spirit and spirit to the peak, which is already the strongest moment in history.

"Unless you can reach a high level, it will never be possible for me to use my real power."

"Because, I don't even know how much strength I have..."

Wushuang smiled bitterly.

"I understand..." Yang Fan took a deep breath: "Below the high level, you are No.1."

If you don't reach a high level, it will never be possible to force Wushuang to exert his full strength.

His artistic conception is extremely high, his physical body is perfect, and his potential is unlimited.

Since that epiphany, Wushuang has undergone qualitative changes. To stimulate his own strength, he must challenge stronger opponents.

Wushuang is characterized by extremely strong attack power, and can kill monks of the same level at every turn; while Yang Fan is characterized by abnormal survivability.If he didn't have that terrible recovery ability and abnormal physique, how could he persist until now?
"Since that's the case, then I will start using the magic weapon."

Yang Fan said lightly.

Although close combat is the strength of Jiuyou Demon Art, but with the blessing of magic weapons, the power will be even greater.

call!
A red feather fan appeared in his hand.

This is a medium-grade attacking spiritual weapon, called the Red Feather Fan, which was obtained from the concentrating Dzogchen monk who intended to assassinate him last time.

Yang Fan poured magic energy into it, his eyes were sharp, and he waved it suddenly.

call!
A hot and oppressive fan-shaped flame rushed over, and the flame was faintly covered with a faint black light, which made people's soul throb.

The combination of the Nine Nether Devil Qi and the high-temperature power of the Chi Yan produced tremendous power, not to mention the melting of gold and iron, even ordinary magical artifacts can be melted in a moment.

Wushuang's face showed a strange color, he slashed out with fists and palms in the air, his figure was erratic.

He didn't dare to touch the power of the demonic flame directly.

Whoosh!

While Yang Fan roared, his figure approached.

At a certain moment, a three-foot-long scorching fiery snake spewed out from the red feather fan, wrapped in black light, and entangled towards Wushuang as if spiritually entangled in the circle.

Whoosh!
At the same time, Yang Fan shot out a faint snake shadow soundlessly from his hand.

Wu Shuang slashed out with a palm, the flame exploded, and his body moved to the side using the momentum.

huh~~
And at this moment, the silent snake shadow happened to wrap around Wushuang's ankle.

It's hard to guard against!

Suddenly, Wushuang felt his feet go numb and his body was almost stiff.

This is a mysterious black whip, like a poisonous snake that turns around flexibly, spreading out circles of thin black threads, wrapping around his body layer by layer.

"not good!"

Wushuang thought something was wrong, a deadly threat and chill came.

(End of this chapter)