Xianhong Road

Chapter 228 Incomplete Story
Wushuang's realm is extremely high, his body skills are superb, and he has also mastered a supernatural power similar to "Wind Escape". Patriarch Baibeard can't help him in a short time.

However, Yang Fan on the other side looked extremely weak, with a painful look on his face.

Immediately, the white-bearded old man rode a blue ruler and shot towards Yang Fan, and the blue tripod turned into a ray of light and flew over his head.

Immediately, an irresistible suction came.

Yang Fan only felt the breath of death rushing towards him, not to mention him now, even in his heyday, it was quite difficult to resist this suction.

At this moment, there were bursts of severe pain from his soul level, and he was unable to drive the heavy magic weapon of the blue brick.

"It's all on you……"

Yang Fan smiled at Wushuang, letting his body be pulled towards the blue tripod in the air by the suction.

He understood that his resistance was powerless.

At this last critical moment, only by cooperating with Wushuang can he kill the old man with white beard.

Otherwise, both of them will be buried in this boundless desert.

Even though Wushuang's body skills are superb, he can only walk around in a short time, but he cannot escape the pursuit of the white-bearded old man
"Take my sword!"

There was a flash of blue light on Wushuang's body, and he appeared four or five feet behind the white-bearded old man.

In an instant, a piercing sword carrying the general trend of the world came from behind, and the supreme kendo artistic conception approached the soul level of the white-bearded old man.

When the sword was swung out, Wushuang's face turned pale.

This sword had exhausted all his strength.

The white-bearded old man immediately felt a fatal crisis. With a "swish" of the blue ruler under his feet, he appeared in his hand. With a wave of one hand, layers of light immediately formed, turning into three-color red, blue and green three-color light.

puff!
The powerful sword energy struck the cyan glow, and the white-bearded old man trembled in the void, and there was still a sword attack that penetrated into his soul.

Immediately, his figure flickered, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his mind was damaged.

However, Wushuang's strength was overdrawn, and his body fell to the ground.

The white-bearded old man showed a few victorious smiles.

Then, at this moment, Yang Fan, who was in mid-air, slowly raised his left hand.

The body of the white-bearded old man froze suddenly, and the smile on his face also froze.

Swish!
He entered a strange space, standing on a piece of green land, surrounded by endless land of death, the continuous breath of death made him tremble.

"This... where is this?"

Patriarch Baibeard just came to his senses, but found that his throat had been grabbed by a man.

"It's...it's you?!" The white-bearded old man looked at the young man in disbelief as if struck by lightning.

Isn't he that weak young man?

What the hell is going on, what is this place?
The white-bearded old man wondered if he had entered the dream space.

Legend has it that there is a strange supernatural power in the world of cultivating immortals. A cultivator can enter the opponent's dream and then kill the enemy in the dream.

Click!

Yang Fan looked indifferent, and squeezed hard with his hands, crushing the throat of the white-bearded old man.

At the same time, the white-bearded patriarch who was in the middle of the desert oasis died immediately, and his throat was also crushed.

died!There is no resistance.

Yang Fan took a light breath and fell to the ground.

Forcibly summoning, without paying a price, there is only about a [-]% chance of dealing with monks of the same level.

He just took advantage of the moment when the white-bearded old man's soul was injured and a flaw appeared in his mind, and he succeeded so easily.

It's really terrifying to kill a monk of the same level in seconds without a sound and without any resistance.

Yang Fan stared at the disciples of the Hanyue Sect who were evasive all around, walked towards Wushuang unsteadily, and endured the severe pain at the soul level.

At this moment, he had a desire to just fall asleep without thinking about anything.

However, just one or two of those Hanyue Sect disciples who showed hatred could end his life.

Because now he only has the strength left to barely walk.

One step...two steps...

His steps became lighter and lighter, as if he was about to fall down every moment.

Wushuang lay on the other side without strength, and Yang Fan walked towards him step by step.

"He's about to die, let's kill him and avenge the head and the patriarch!"

A young monk's eyes were red.

"Go! Let's go together!"

These monks slowly approached here.

thump!
Yang Fan fell beside Wushuang, put his hand on his shoulder, and took a few breaths: "It's up to you..."

His hand seemed to have magical powers, and the spirit of Wushuang's eyes began to recover, gradually gaining strength.

At this time, the remaining disciples of Hanyue Sect had already forced them over.

"Kill him! Kill them!"

"Whoever kills them will be qualified to be the new head of the sect."

Yang Fan smiled, and slowly raised his dead left hand.

Ah!
These Hanyue Sect disciples were taken aback and looked at him with apprehension on their faces.

Just now, they could see clearly that this mysterious young man just casually stretched out his hand and instantly killed his ancestor.

As soon as Yang Fan raised his hand, these Hanyue Sect disciples were a little afraid and did not dare to rush over.

In fact, only Yang Fan himself understands that this overbearing secret technique can only be used three times a day, and his number of times today has reached the upper limit.

What he is doing now is just to delay the time and give Wushuang a chance.

After a while, Yang Fan didn't use any secret skills, and smiled at these Hanyue Sect disciples.

"We were cheated! He has no ability to do anything!"

Suddenly someone understood.

"Kill! Kill together!"

Immediately, a few bold ones rushed over.

At this moment, Wushuang stood up slowly.

"How much strength have you recovered?" Yang Fan asked.

"[-]%." Wushuang replied.

Yang Fan breathed a sigh of relief and nodded: "[-]% is enough."

The rest of these disciples are all Qi refining streams, and Wushuang has [-]% of his strength, which is enough to deal with them.

shhhhh!

Wushuang floated up, and then a white shadow with strange movements floated on the desert oasis, killing people without a trace, the clouds were calm and the wind was light.

Yang Fan struggled to stand up and reluctantly sacrificed the Qingfeng Sword, a low-grade spiritual weapon.

"Don't keep a single one, kill them all!"

Yang Fan said coldly, with murderous intent in his eyes.

His flying sword is specially aimed at those low-level monks who intend to escape.

A moment later, all the disciples of the Hanyue Sect on the oasis were killed.

Wushuang panted again and again, the sword was stuck on the ground and did not fall down.

"There is still the underground." Yang Fan said lightly.

"You mean..." Wushuang asked.

"Miemen." Yang Fan whispered two words.

"Yes, kill the door."

Wushuang nodded, his eyes were calm, and with a great will, he stood up.

Afterwards, the two shuttled through the desert oasis, easily found underground caves one by one, and slaughtered those hidden cold moon sect disciples one by one.

After doing all this, the two of them lay powerlessly on the oasis filled with yellow sand, and then passed out together...

Three days later, two shambling figures, one black and one white, started from the oasis, and walked in two directions under the sunset at dusk.

Then, the battle was settled.

The mystery was finally solved.

Pu Ai Medical Center in Wuliu Town.

In the study room under the light, Yang Fan's voice also stopped.

Hu Fei and Lingfeng were shocked and sighed, still immersed in the indescribable atmosphere.

Of course, there are some differences between the version Yang Fan said and what actually happened.He modified some of the details and kept his hole cards and trump cards.

"After the decisive battle, you should have many chances to kill Wushuang..." Lingfeng said.

Yang Fan said coldly, "He also had many chances to kill me."

"If any of Wushuang and I have the slightest disagreement, then the two of us will never be able to survive."

Yang Fan slowly raised his head, looking in a distant direction.

There, after a decisive battle with Wushuang, he parted ways.

At the time of parting, Wu Shuang, dressed in white, with a sword and sleeves, drifted away.

As for the remaining trophies, they all belong to Yang Fan.

At that time, Yang Fan was even a little embarrassed to accept all these things.

You know, among these trophies, there is the treasure of the "Cold Moon Gate".

Later, he learned from the jade slips of Patriarch Baibeard that a thousand years ago, Hanyuemen was a powerful sect cultivating immortals, and there were even high-ranking monks in the sect.

The cyan tripod, named 'Dongxu Baoding', has been passed down for thousands of years, and it is a rare treasure with extraordinary supernatural powers. Compared with the top-grade spiritual weapon, it is not bad at all.

The blue ruler used by the white-bearded old man is called the 'Three Spirit Ruler', which can be used for offense and defense, and is a valuable high-grade spiritual weapon.

In addition, Yang Fan obtained countless jade slips, ancient books, spirit stones, materials, etc. by exterminating a small sect of cultivating immortals.

Yang Fan still vaguely remembered what Wushuang said before leaving: "Friend, I'm leaving..."

"Friend?" Yang Fan was taken aback.

Wushuang didn't look back, and said slowly: "In this world, the only person who can let me trust my back to him..."

Yang Fan wanted to speak at that time, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something, so he didn't say a word.

Of course, he couldn't see Wushuang's expression either, the two turned their backs to each other.

"Also, our battle is still not over, unless one of us can completely surrender the other..."

Wushuang left without a trace of smoke.

Yang Fan knows that Wushuang is lonely, he has no father or mother, no family, the only person he loves deeply, but he can't get close.

"Well, my story ends here."

Yang Fan let out a long sigh, waved his hand, and signaled to see off the guests.

Lingfeng and Hu Fei still had an unfinished look on their faces.

"I feel that the elder's story seems to hide something, and that is where its soul lies..."

Lingfeng looked at Yang Fan and said based on intuition.

Yang Fan smiled lightly.

Maybe a few years later, when he meets Wushuang again, the two will still fight big.

But the memory of the two farewells will only be buried in the bottom of my heart.

Lingfeng said goodbye to Yang Fan, feeling a little disappointed, she felt that she had just heard an incomplete story.

That night, Yang Fan immersed himself in the "Xianhong Space" and healed his soul wounds as usual.

At this moment, he caught a trace of unprecedented soul fluctuation in Xianhong's space.

It startled him.

Apart from himself, it seemed that he had not seen any other living beings in this space.

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(End of this chapter)