Xianhong Road

Chapter 541
(Second more)

The hurricane roared within a few miles, flying sand and rocks, and it was dark, like the end of the world.

"what……"

The shrill and desperate screams came in succession, which was soul-stirring.

The dozen or so powerhouses at the Foundation Establishment Stage with the lowest cultivation bases were without a doubt instantly killed and smashed into pieces by the hurricane.

Followed by the high-level Jindan, the defensive shield didn't hold on for half a breath, and it "clicked" and fell apart, followed closely by the same instant kill.

Fairy Huanling and the young man in Zishan only felt that their bodies were out of control, and they were blown away like pieces of paper.

The power in the hurricane made the defensive shields on the two of them creak, and they barely resisted.

After all, it is a high-level Nascent Soul. Although the Peng Feather Fan is an ancient treasure with incomparable power, it is unrealistic to kill monks of the same level with such a large-scale attack.

However, under the peng feather fan, the existence below the Nascent Soul stage was killed, which made the two Nascent Souls even more embarrassed.

Yang Fan's goal has been achieved.

At this moment, the roaring hurricane had not stopped yet, Yang Fan held a peng feather fan, and flew towards the two leisurely, calmly, as if admiring their embarrassment.

Fairy Huanling's light bun was scattered in the hurricane, and her noble palace clothes were also messed up, and even broke in several places, revealing a touch of white and warm red.

The young man in Zishan had a pale complexion. When they first confronted each other, he didn't know what supernatural powers Yang Fan had displayed, which caused him to lose his vitality for decades.

At this moment, he was barely able to support himself in this fierce hurricane, his body was uncontrollable, and his mind was inexplicably panicked.

When the power of the hurricane weakened, a blue shadow flashed over, and Yang Fan stepped on the green light mark and appeared near the two, looking at them with a half-smile.

Yang Fan was still holding the peng feather fan, as if he wanted to do it again.

"Stop!!" Fairy Huanling exclaimed, her face paled: "Young Daoist Yang, can you let us go?"

She seemed to have seen that Yang Fan wanted to tease them.

That's right, Yang Fan just wanted to "play" with them.

Compared to the Sanyou old devil who practiced the Nine Nether Demon Art and advanced to the later stage, these two people in front of him are insignificant at all.

Ever since the two met and found out their identities, Yang Fan started pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger. On the other hand, he also wanted to see what their purpose in going to Xianlaizong was.

When he learned that the young man in purple shirt wanted to take his woman by any means, Yang Fan already felt murderous.

Hearing Fairy Huanling's call, Yang Fan temporarily put down the peng feather fan, and said with a smile: "Decades ago, Yang witnessed Fairy's beauty in the Nine Nethers Secret Realm, and he never expected to meet again in Luoshan Kingdom today. Since After leaving the Nine Serenity Secret Realm, you and I are hostile, does the fairy still want Yang to be merciful?"

Fairy Huanling's bright eyes showed complex colors. As early as decades ago before the Nine Nethers Secret Realm, the other party was an ant-like existence.

At that time, Fairy Huanling turned into Fairy Lingxia and didn't notice Yang Fan's existence at all.

For Yang Fan, the Lingxia Fairy back then was like a fairy among the gods, detached and refined, full of fairy spirit, unattainable.

However, now that the situation has changed drastically, Yang Fan has mastered the other party's life and death in an understatement.

"Nine Serenity Secret Realm... surnamed Yang..." the purple-shirted youth muttered to himself, and suddenly his face turned pale with shock: "Are you that Yang Fan? The Yang Fan who beheaded the Nascent Soul Great Cultivator?"

Yang Fan.

This legendary name can be said to have shocked the top leaders of Northern Qin Dynasty.

Beheading the Great Cultivator Yuanying, only Yang Fan has enjoyed this honor for thousands of years in the world of cultivating immortals in the Thirteen Kingdoms of the Northern Qin Dynasty.

In private, most of the high-ranking multi-infants thought that this matter was mostly a fluke, and they were dissatisfied.

But when this legendary figure really stands in front of you, it's hard not to be shocked and excited.

What's even more frightening is that such a prestigious figure is still his own enemy.

Only then did the young man in Zishan understand why Fairy Huanling didn't have the courage to fight at all, and when she saw Yang Fan attacking, she ran away directly.

At this moment, he was even more remorseful.

Fairy Huan Ling sighed faintly: "Dare to ask Fellow Daoist Yang, how can we let us go."

"If you run away, you will definitely die. If you can persist in my hands for ten rounds, Yang can let you live."

Yang Fan smiled leisurely.

The purple shirt youth and Fairy Huanling looked at each other, they took a deep breath and nodded.

Stick to ten rounds, they are still very promising.

Of course, if Yang Fan really has the strength comparable to that of a great monk, their chances are probably slim.

Swish!

The figures of the two flickered, and they appeared on Yang Fan's front and back respectively.

"Yang Daoyou, please advise." The eyes of the young man in Zishan were serious, and there was no other emotion.

The ultimate delay is how to escape from the opponent's hands.

They believed that with Yang Fan's current prestige and height, he didn't even bother to say nothing.

A black crown appeared on the top of the purple-shirted youth's head, a pair of rippling green boots appeared under his feet, and he was holding a black halberd, with demonic energy rolling.

Fairy Huan Ling was pretty and dignified, raised her jade hand, and on the index finger of her right hand, there was a ring, emitting strands of colorful light waves, lingering around her whole body, making her look extraordinarily beautiful.

At the same time, she waved her hand again, and a comb appeared in front of her eyes, exuding a sharp breath.

Yang Fan chuckled, standing upright in mid-air without moving, but retracted the peng feather fan instead.

"excuse me."

With a light stroke of the comb in Fairy Huanling's hand, streaks of colored light that were ten feet long passed, shaking like shadows, attacking fiercely and shining with light and shadow.

"go!!"

The young man in purple yelled, and the black halberd soared two or three feet, waving long shadows that shook the world, causing the surrounding wind and clouds to turmoil.

"Brother Yang..."

Linghu Xiaoxi watched the battle from a distance, her phoenix eyes filled with worry.

Everyone in Xianlaizong was dumbfounded.

The middle-aged man surnamed Sun was even more powerless, and said to himself: "The rumors are true..."

Most of the matters about Yang Fan's beheading of the great monk Yuanying were limited to the high-level people in the world of cultivating immortals.

He could fully see that the two of them didn't have much power to resist in front of Yang Fan.

Facing the attacks of the two Nascent Soul powerhouses, Yang Fan was calm and composed, with green grass armor condensed all over his body, and light yellow light patterns flashed.

Ding ding bang bang...

Yang Fan stood in mid-air, motionless, allowing the two to strike.

If you look closely, you will find that on his green grass armor, green awns and yellow stripes are intertwined.

Gradually... the yellow stripes suddenly became solid, attached to the grass armor made of green silk threads.

When the two really merged into one, a brown light armor was formed, forming a solid protective layer on Yang Fan's body.

Under the fierce attack of the two, the brown grass armor shook slightly, absorbing most of the spell power.

It was the first time that Yang Fan used the petrochemical mystery on the green grass armor, which greatly increased his defense.

Under such circumstances, even if he does not stand on the ground, the defense power of this brown light armor can be comparable to the top defense magic weapon, or even stronger.

The only shortcoming is that it consumes a lot, and there is no ground under the feet, so the recovery speed and the ability to borrow the power of the ground are greatly weakened.

After a burst of violent attacks, Fairy Huanling and the young man in purple shirt were astonished, as if the opponent was invincible.

But this is better, the ten rounds will end immediately, and they can escape.

Seeing ten rounds, halfway through.

The two were secretly delighted.

However, at a certain moment, Yang Fan suddenly moved, his figure flew towards Fairy Huan Ling like lightning, he swung a palm, and slashed fiercely, only a yellow glow flashed in his vision.

Bang! !

Imaginary Fairy's defensive shield burst open, but the ring on her right finger was dazzling, and strands of colorful light waves shook Yang Fan away.

Yang Fan showed a strange expression, the ring in the opponent's hand was actually an ancient treasure, it seemed to be a life-saving item.

No wonder the Sanyou old devil chased her for tens of thousands of miles with his mid-Yuanying cultivation base, but was unsuccessful and was later rescued.

Swipe chi chi——

Fairy Huanling immediately waved the comb in her hand, and the colorful shadows followed like a shadow, attacking Yang Fan.

"The last three rounds are left..."

The young man in purple shirt was overjoyed and attacked from behind.

Yang Fan showed a mocking look, and a green brush appeared in his hand.

swipe~~
The green writing brush swept across the void, and a majestic blue halo oscillated around him.

The majestic force of Haoran shook the two of them dozens of feet away.

puff!
The purple-shirted youth spat out a mouthful of blood, the blow from the green brush just now was mainly aimed at him, such a blow immediately penetrated its defense layer and injured his internal organs.

Fairy Huanling snorted softly, her pretty face blushed, and under the tumbling of blood, she suffered some minor injuries.

"kill!!"

The light in Yang Fan's eyes flashed, and the green brush in his hand swiped again in the void.

In an instant, a "kill" character several tens of feet in size appeared in the void.

In the word "kill", there is a cold murderous look, and it also contains infinite spiritual oppression.

That murderous aura even penetrated to the marrow of the soul, making people shudder.

Whoosh!

The word "kill" which was several tens of feet in size suddenly turned into three feet in size, and lightning flashed across the body of the young man in purple shirt.

His originally dilapidated defense layer, like paper, was immediately scratched.

The three-foot-sized "kill" character even passed through his body and faded away after passing a hundred feet.

The purple-shirted youth froze on the spot, his eyes filled with doubt and shock, which soon turned into despair and unwillingness.

On the front of his body, the word "Kill" formed by a blood-red scar can just be seen.

What is very strange is that the blood stopped and swirled around the wound in the bright red "kill" blood gutter, and did not flow out immediately.

However, the few people watching the battle on the field could tell that the Zishan youth was dead.

The light in his eyes gradually dimmed, and his body fell from mid-air like a kite with a broken string.

thump!
Falling from a high altitude, without any defensive measures, he fell directly into a bloody body.

wow~~
Only then did the people on the oasis react, and there was an uproar, and they immediately distanced themselves from the horrific corpse.

The suzerain surnamed Sun couldn't help but gasped, and everyone felt shuddering.

Although they are both in the early stage of Nascent Soul, there is such a big difference in strength between the two sides.

"There is one last round left..."

The corner of Yang Fan's mouth curled up into a smile, holding a green brush in his hand.

Fairy Huanling's jade face was pale, her delicate body trembled slightly, and her beautiful eyes were filled with helplessness.

There was a dead silence on the field, even the sound of breathing was so clear.

In the last round, how should she choose?

(Second shift arrives, on the third day of the first month, speak with update...)
(End of this chapter)