Xianhong Road

Chapter 227
"Don't resist."

As soon as Yang Fan finished speaking, he slowly opened his left hand, revealing a simple silver-gray ring, which seemed ordinary.

Wushuang's eyes were closed tightly, calm as water, he felt that he was pulled by a mysterious force and entered a strange space.

This is a dead and silent space, surrounded by red and black, only the land under his feet is green, and streams of pure life, like a source, converge towards him.

"here it is……"

Wushuang felt confused and shocked.

"Xianhong Space, you are the second person to enter this place."

Yang Fan stood beside him and sighed softly.

If it wasn't for the upcoming difficulties, he wouldn't let Wushuang enter this place to recuperate, even though the Xianhong space is not his private property.

Wushuang only felt that the vitality in his body was a little bit full, and his energy and spirit were recovering rapidly, and the injuries on his body were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Yang Fan crossed his legs beside him, his whole body was covered with a layer of green light waves, which circulated endlessly.

"Beyond the green land is a land of death. Even if high-level monks come in, there is no possibility of survival."

Yang Fan said lightly.

"I entered here, as if I can no longer control my own life..."

Wushuang stared at him with sharp eyes.

Yang Fan nodded approvingly: "Enter here, I can easily take your life, even if a high-level monk comes in, I may be killed by me."

Wushuang took a deep breath, felt the breath of this space, and said in a low voice: "I have a very strange feeling here, what kind of existence is it?"

"This space is not mine. Yang just owns a small piece of habitat here, and I am just a pioneer here."

Yang Fan said lightly.

"Pioneer?" In the dead land around Wushuang's consciousness, he shook his head: "Are there really other creatures here?"

Yang Fan was silent, he was not sure about this, he heard what the puppy said.

"In theory, there must be in practice..."

On the other side of the green land, in front of an antique pavilion, came the sound of a puppy.

"You are..." Wushuang stared at him.

The puppy glanced at him with squinted eyes, and whispered: "So he is..."

When Wushuang faced the puppy, he suddenly had the illusion of being seen through.

"Now is not the time to chat, we have to deal with those little fish."

Yang Fan's normal mind returned to the real space.

"Have you regained some strength now?"

Yang Fan stood up and looked at Wushuang.

"It should be no problem to deal with a few ants."

Wushuang drew out his sword, and with a "chuss" sound, he floated up and returned to the outside of the deep pit.

Yang Fan's mental trauma was very serious, and the pain was extremely severe.

With a little luck, he jumped out of the huge pit created by the two of them.

"not good……"

The middle-aged cultivator in the concentration period was shocked and retreated quickly.

"die!"

Yang Fan's eyes were fixed, and he raised his left hand.

The middle-aged cultivator's body froze, his eyes darkened, and his mind was forcibly drawn into an unfamiliar space.

Before he could react, a hand had crushed his throat.

At the same time, in the real space, he "plopped", his throat shattered, and he died.

Such a scene is chilling, the death is inexplicable, and the enemy's body is not even touched.

A sect elder who was in the concentration period was killed without any resistance.

This is Yang Fanxianhongjie's special ability, compulsory summoning.

An irresistible spike.

Any existence lower than his level can be directly summoned by Xianhong Ring to "reflect" into Xianhong's space.

Once Yingshen dies, the main body will die at the same time.

"Run!"

The rest of the monks hurriedly fled to the inside of the sect, trying to hide in the protection of the formation.

"I count on you……"

Yang Fan fell to the ground powerlessly, expending a lot of mana.

"pass it to me!"

Wu Shuang was dressed in white, floating in the wind and dust, gently waving the peerless sword in her hand, and the cold light flickered.

Every time he swings a sword, he can easily harvest a life, his movements are elegant and dusty, turning the ordinary swordsmanship into a miracle, and rising to an artistic realm.

Yang Fan stared at his movements and breathing, and couldn't help but benefit a lot.

He had to admit that Wushuang was a born master of swordsmanship, as if he and the sword were of the same kind, and his understanding of the sword had reached an unimaginable level.

In a short time, Wushuang harvested the lives of dozens of monks, including two elders in the concentration period.

"A daring lunatic, how dare you act wildly at my 'Cold Moon Gate'..."

At this moment, an old man with white beard came through the air with a blue ruler.

"Patriarch! Patriarch has come out!"

Immediately, the disciples of the Hanyue Sect, who had been scattered in the sand, rushed towards Yang Fan with high fighting spirit.

Whoosh!
The white-bearded old man flew over in the blink of an eye, and a powerful spiritual pressure surged from his body, which made Yang Fan's expression change.

An expert in the foundation building period!

Ordinary small sects have patriarchs or Keliao in the foundation period, otherwise other sects would have swallowed them up long ago.

"I don't have enough energy right now, and I can only display one or two percent of my strength. I'm afraid I'm not his opponent..."

There is no two-way sound transmission of Yang Fan's spiritual consciousness.

"I can only shoot at critical moments!"

Yang Fan also knew the crisis of the situation at the moment, so he took the time to recover.

The secret skill of Xianhongjie, compulsory summoning, can only be used three times a day.

It's a pain in the ass every time I use it.

shhhhh!

Wushuang ignored the white-bearded old man, his figure was flying like dust, flashing on the oasis, and every time he swung his sword, he could easily harvest the life of a low-ranking monk.

"Take your life!"

Seeing him massacre his disciples, the white-bearded old man in the Foundation Establishment Stage immediately became furious, and shot a bronze tripod from his hand, carrying a powerful force towards Wushuanghou.

Wushuang only felt a suction force, and his body flew into the bronze tripod involuntarily.

"This bronze treasure tripod is not an ordinary magic weapon..."

Yang Fan stared at the bronze tripod with burning eyes.

Swish!
At this critical moment, Wushuang's body flashed a blue light wave, disappeared from the spot, and appeared several feet away.

"Wind escape technique!"

The white-bearded old man in the foundation building period showed a look of shock.

The white-clothed boy in front of him is not only amazing in strength, he has also mastered the magical wind escape technique.

Such supernatural escapism can only be practiced at least at a high level, and supernatural methods are hard to come by.

This bronze tripod is the treasure of his Hanyuemen, once it is activated, it is very difficult for ordinary monks in the foundation establishment period to escape.

shhhhh!

Wushuang is flickering, the sword is deadly, and he can swing four or five swords while breathing, and the bloody air spreads in the air.

"Run away!"

A monk started to retreat and fled towards the oasis.

Yang Fan sneered, and slowly raised his left hand. The body of the fleeing monk froze, his throat was crushed, and he fell to the ground with a "plop".

Afterwards, he stood up, manipulated the flying sword, and killed the fleeing monk.

"what!"

The eyes of the white-bearded old man in the foundation building period were red, but Wushuang's body skills were as elegant as dust, and he possessed the "instantaneous wind technique", so he couldn't do anything about it.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and fell on Yang Fan, who was severely injured and extremely weak: "Kill him first!"

(Second watch arrives, late, sorry)
(End of this chapter)