Xianhong Road

Chapter 223 The Dance of the Demon Snake

The strong feeling of numbness is transmitted along the flesh and blood, meridians, and even to the soul.

Not only that, but the entangling of the mysterious black whip also contains a poison that cannot be underestimated, invading the body to wreak havoc.

call!
Wushuang's body fell down, and Yang Fan's eyes flickered with cold light, and he continued to pour magic energy into the mysterious black whip in his hand.

buzz~
The black whip fluctuated for a while, as if it was alive, its power unexpectedly increased a bit.

Yang Fan faintly noticed that under the infusion of Jiuyou's demonic energy, the mysterious black whip in his hand had undergone some changes.

Wushuang's body was tightened little by little, circles of light black thin threads wrapped around his whole body.

He suddenly felt the slow flow of essence and blood in his body.

This is still him, if he were someone who was so leisurely and focused, wouldn't he be turned into a mummy within a few breaths?
At such a critical moment, at the moment of life and death, Wushuang's eyes revealed the color of fear.

However, more than fear, there is excitement and stimulation.

Under these kinds of emotions, his heart is actually extremely calm.

Yang Fan looked into his eyes, and in the dark space, a wonderful bright spot appeared, which turned into a vague "sword", as if reincarnated in time and space.

"what is this……"

Yang Fan was startled, he had seen this kind of scene twice before.

The first time was in Yanwang Mansion, when Wushuang fought Yanwang, and at the last critical moment, this scene also appeared in his eyes.

As a result, the battle ended, seemingly tied, but King Yan was actually defeated.

The second time was the decisive battle between Wushuang and Hu Fei at the edge of Hanyuan Mountain.In the last move, this ethereal and mysterious "sword" also appeared in Wushuang's eyes.

As a result, Hu Fei, who had become completely berserk like a wild beast, was easily defeated by Wushuang.

hum~
In Yang Fan's senses, the vague "sword" trembled lightly, and a wave of supreme sword energy that soared upwards, looking down on the world, was aroused from Wushuang's body.

call out--

At this moment, Yang Fan felt that Wushuang was like a sword, a peerless sword, fused with the "sword" in his eyes.

boom!
A piece of extremely powerful sword energy shot in all directions, and the one in the center, as thick as a baby's arm, directly bounced off the mysterious black whip.

Yang Fan only felt a pain in his consciousness, obviously it was the terrifying power acting on the mysterious black whip, and part of it was shared with him, which seemed to contain an attack at the soul level.

shhhhh--

Immediately afterwards, there were patches of tyrannical sword energy, each with the power to break low-grade magical artifacts, and flesh and blood, it was absolutely difficult to resist, unless Yang Fan was a human shadow beast.

Yang Fan didn't have time to sacrifice the magic weapon, so he retreated quickly, and the black light mist around him immediately solidified a little bit.

Puff puff!
Even though the reaction was relatively quick, Yang Fan was still swept by three of the tyrannical sword qi due to the short distance.

There were three wounds on the face, arms, and chest that went straight to the bone marrow, which made people tremble with fear.

There was tearing and pain from the wound, which made Yang Fan feel the destructive power.Even with his abnormal resilience, it is difficult to recover in a short time.

Whoosh!
Yang Fan retreated quickly, buying time to recover from his injury.

He only felt that the remaining destructive factors in those few wounds were fighting against the thousands of cool streams around him, and they were constantly rubbing against each other.

Yang Fan immersed part of his mind into the Xianhong space again, and the green land flooded with life, which made his recovery from injuries several times faster.

"It's time to end..."

Wushuang exhaled lightly, and the sword energy rippling around his body was like a gentle breeze. The supreme power was enough to make the foundation-building stage monks daunting.

Wushuang at this moment seems to have reached a peak, an extreme.

No.1 under Jindan.

Except for those above the level of high-level monks, the rest of the generation can't really compete with him.

Yang Fan smiled bitterly. When he saw Wushuang's true strength, he realized the gap between himself and him.

"End..."

Wushuang raised his hand slowly.

In an instant, a silver thunderbolt-like sword energy directly cut through the space of several tens of feet, and hit the top of Yang Fan's head.

This sword carries the general trend of the world, contains the artistic conception of the supreme swordsmanship, and also reveals an attack at the soul level.

With a wave of Yang Fan's hand, two blue bricks appeared in front of him, and they immediately merged into one, forming an insurmountable wall of copper and iron.

tie!
The cyan glow and the pale golden runes fluttered rapidly, and most of the light dimmed immediately.

puff!
A kendo attack through the top-grade spiritual weapon still hit Yang Fan.

Yang Fan's complexion turned pale immediately, his body swayed slightly in the void, and finally stabilized.

However, this blow had already traumatized him mentally and physically.

A large pool of blood flowed from the corner of the mouth, staining the robe, flowing down the arm, and flowing on the mysterious black whip.

Suddenly, a sudden change occurred.

The mysterious black whip surged like a poisonous snake. After absorbing Yang Fan's blood, his spirituality increased greatly, and there was a faint illusion that he was about to attack the enemy.

"what?"

Yang Fan faintly noticed something unusual.

At this moment, the mysterious black whip gave him an illusion of flesh and blood.

call!
With a sudden wave of his hand, the mysterious black whip streaked across the void, sweeping across several feet of space, with incredible speed.

Wherever it passes, life in the area is dead.

buzzing ~ hissing ~
The mysterious black whip trembled in Yang Fan's hand, making a sound like the neighing of a poisonous snake.

Could it be...Yang Fan had some guesses in his mind.

At this moment, Wushuang, who was standing in the distance, shot again.

A cold arc of light struck in the blink of an eye, which was unstoppable due to the general trend of the world and the supreme will of the sword.

Yang Fan's eyes were fixed, and he simply waved the mysterious black whip in his hand.

call!
The black phantom collided with the cold arc light.

Originally, Wushuang's attack speed was extremely fast, and it was difficult for Yang Fan to intercept, let alone a long whip instead of a shield, there was some error.

However, as if the black whip had a spirituality, it deflected slightly in the void, just in time to collide with the terrifying sword light.

boom!
The air trembled within a few meters, and Yang Fan felt his arm go numb, but there was still a trace of terrifying sword energy soaking into his arm, causing him to be injured, but it was more severe than the previous attack.

Seeing this scene, Yang Fan finally affirmed one thing, and suddenly threw the black whip in his hand into the air.

And the blood on his body suddenly gathered and mobilized, his eyebrows broke open, and a crystal blood bead shot out.

This is the essence and blood in the body of a cultivator!

The blood bead shot out, just hitting the black whip.

Suddenly, traces of blood light spread from the black whip, and the black light surged, turning into a black snake as thick as a fist and as long as two to three feet long.Quickly circling and twisting in the air.

sizzle!

The black snake swayed and twisted in the void, neighing, transmitting a wild threat.

This appears to be a real venomous snake!
Yang Fan was extremely shocked. He still maintains a mysterious connection with the black snake in mid-air.

With a thought, the poisonous snake disappeared into the air with a "swish".

The next moment, it appeared in front of Wushuang and bit him directly.

puff!
This blackness is unstoppable, with traces of blood and circles of black light rippling all over his body, piercing through Wushuang's protective layer of sword energy.

What Yang Fan didn't dare to do, he made it easy for him to do.

This black one is weird and domineering, and its speed, attack, and defense have all reached an incredible level.

Wu Shuang's eyes were fixed, and he waved his palms, shooting waves of sword energy frenzied in turbulent waves, striking with the black snake together.

bang bang!bang bang bang...

A snake and a man were fighting in the midst of the void.

Yang Fan stood in the distance and manipulated, letting the black snake entangle Wushuang tightly.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he seized the time to recover the lost mana and trauma.

At the same time, he also secretly assessed Black Snake's ability.

In the end, he actually came to a conclusion that the strength of the black snake had at least reached the peak of the Foundation Establishment period.

Due to its special material, its defensive power is extremely strong, enough to compete with Wushuang in a short time.

However, Yang Fan also understands that the reason why the mysterious black whip produces such power is because of the effect of his blood essence, which cannot last long.

Thinking of this, the formula in Yang Fan's hand changed, and the fused blue bricks flew towards Wushuang from a high altitude.

At the same time, the black snake cooperated.

Wushuang parried fiercely and swiftly, hitting the bottom from the air.

As soon as he landed on the ground, Yang Fan appeared a few meters behind him, and with a wave of his hand, he summoned the armored puppet.

"on!"

Yang Fan manipulated the armored puppet to attack Wushuang.

As a result, there are black whips entangled close to him, iron-clad puppets sneak attack behind him, and huge blue bricks suppress him in the sky.

Besieged by these three, Wushuang faintly fell into a disadvantage.

However, relying on his own power to manipulate these three things has reached Yang Fan's limit, and it is impossible for him to participate in it unless he gives up one of them.

Although Wu Shuang has a terrifying strength, but in a short period of time, he also feels useless in his heart.

"Hmph, this is the method of immortal cultivators..."

Yang Fan sneered secretly.

The power of immortal cultivators comes from all kinds of supernatural powers, spells and magic weapons.

I don't have to do it myself, but I am better than thousands of troops, soaring through the nine heavens with the immortal method, looking down at the ants under my feet.

Longevity is just an unattainable ultimate goal.

Strength and magical powers are the more direct benefits in the eyes of most monks.

Thinking of this, Yang Fan immediately urged the three things to launch a storm-like attack on Wushuang.

A trace of evil spirit flashed between Wushuang's eyebrows, the "sword" in his eyes trembled suddenly, and the shield of sword energy around him suddenly shook and burst open.

Yang Fan's eyes froze, and he felt something was wrong.

sonorous—

With a flash of cold light, Wushuang drew out his sword.

A loud and crisp sound of sword chant resounded across the heaven and earth, the invisible sword energy broke through the clouds of the nine heavens, and the billowing black clouds were dispelled.

A trace of thunder and lightning bombarded down, unexpectedly merging with the power of that sword.

At this moment, the world was dark, and all the brilliance was concentrated on the peerless sword that seemed to come from ancient times.

Hush——

A three-foot-long sword light, with the power of the surrounding space and the power of thunder and lightning, slashed down.

Click!

The iron-clad puppet was chopped into two pieces, and immediately burst open, and the fragments flew horizontally.

The black snake let out a scream, restored its original appearance, turned into a mysterious black whip, and returned to Yang Fan's hands.

The huge brick above the head was bombarded by lightning, separated alive, and fell to the ground with a "clang".

Wushuang's face was pale, and following the force of the sword, he slashed at Yang Fan for the last time.

He also understands that this is the last sword, and after the cut, he has no more strength.

Yang Fan was instantly overwhelmed by an aura of breaking all the boats, gathering the power of the world and the ancient swordsmanship.

The last sword decides the outcome.

Yang Fan accumulated all the demon energy left in his body, and the dim black light mist around him suddenly rose.

At the same time, a crescent mark suddenly appeared on his forehead, flickering on and off, extremely strange.

(Second update arrives, fast food has been working hard to update, ticket.)
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