Xianhong Road

Chapter 543

(Second update)

"stop."

Even though the voice was not loud, it possessed supreme majesty. It oscillated from more than ten miles away, and a coercion that shocked all the monks in the audience also descended.

Fairy Huan Ling cast her eyes into the distance, her pretty face suddenly turned pale, her eyes filled with horror.

She is so strong that she, the long-famous high-ranking Nascent Soul, is terrified.

In the field of vision, at the end of the sky, there is a blood-colored light spot, from far to near, wherever it passes, the clouds in the sky are all dyed blood-colored.

Faintly, a bloody pressure enveloped the entire area, and within a radius of a hundred miles, all living beings felt fear and uneasiness.

All the monks could not help but look up into the distance.

call out!
I saw a bloody light and shadow, pressing towards here at a lightning speed.

But in the field of vision, that figure seemed so slow, like a heavy mountain, slowly approaching, making everyone's heart beat faster, and they could hardly breathe.

Only Yuanying's high-level consciousness can capture that person's face.

The distance of more than ten miles was just an instant in front of that person.

The person who came was an old man in a white shirt. He had an old-fashioned face, his eyes looked down proudly, and there was a very strange bloody mole on his forehead.

He came with his hands behind his back like that, stepping on a roaring blood cloud under his feet, and circles of blood-colored ripples rolled around, dyeing the forest under his feet and the clouds above his head in blood.

Bloody killing atmosphere filled every corner.

"Hehe, it turns out to be the Patriarch of Blood Refining, let's see if you can rescue him in time."

Yang Fan's expression was awe-inspiring at first, and then a hint of ridicule flashed in his eyes.

The phantom blood-sucking snake whip has already bound Zhenren Zixin layer by layer. Under the severe injury, no matter how hard he struggles to resist, he can't get rid of it.

Due to the arrival of great monk Nascent Soul, Master Zixin showed joy. While struggling desperately, he pinned his hopes on refining the ancestor with blood, so he refused to give up this body easily.

The phantom sucked the blood snake whip, which made his limbs numb, and even began to absorb the essence and blood in his body.

The ancestor of Xue Lian frowned slightly, and said coldly: "Yang Daoyou wants to threaten me with this person?"

"Threat? No, I just want to play a game."

A bright smile appeared on Yang Fan's face.

Even in front of the three great monks in the Northern Qin land, he can still calm down.

"Game?" Patriarch Xue Lian had already flown a hundred feet away, and the coercion brought by the thick bloody slaughter made people's hearts tremble.

"I asked him to run ten breaths of kung fu first, to see if Fellow Blood Refining Daoist can stop my pursuit."

Yang Fan's smile became stronger, and the phantom spirit blood-sucking snake whip slightly loosened in his hand.

Hearing this, everyone on the field was stunned, even Zi Xin, who was sandwiched between the two, showed astonishment.

Obviously, after Yuyang Kingdom, Yang Fan wanted to play with the ancestor of Xue Lian again.

"I don't know what you want to bet on?" The ancestor of Xue Lian narrowed his eyes.

The last time he gambled with Yang Fan in Yuyang Country, he lost once, so he should be cautious this time.

"Don't bet on anything. If you really want to call it a bet, then the bet is his life..."

There was a hint of playfulness in Yang Fan's eyes, and he turned to Master Zixin.

Master Zixin's complexion changed, and he faintly felt something was wrong.

As a strong man in the mid-stage of Nascent Soul, is he going to be reduced to the point of making game bets?
The field was dead silent.

High in the sky, Yang Fan and the ancestor of Xue Lian faced each other far away, and the Zixin in the middle was bound by a snake whip, in an awkward and delicate state.

The monks of the Seven Schools of Jin and the Xianlai School could not help but be extremely astonished when they saw the conversation between the two.

"I don't know how the friendship of the Blood Refining Dao will be?" Yang Fan said with a smile.

The Patriarch Xue Lian gave him a deep look, and said in a deep voice, "Okay, as you wish."

The situation at this moment was really delicate, with the Zixin savior bound in front of the two of them, even though the ancestor of Xue Lian was a Nascent Soul cultivator, he did not dare to make a move easily.

Otherwise, before the two can decide the winner, the sweetheart Zixin will be murdered by the two of them.

"Okay, the game begins—"

Yang Fan always had a bright smile on his face, and no one could see his real thoughts.

scoff!

Let go of the phantom blood-sucking snake whip, and the Zixin real person's figure flickered, turned into a purple light, and fled away.

"Ten...nine...eight..."

Yang Fan started to count down, and the field was so quiet that he could even hear his breathing and heartbeat.

Boom!

Boom!Boom!
The entire area, and everyone's eyes, are focused here.

The strange thing is that the ancestor of Xue Lian just confronted him, his expression was abnormally focused, and he didn't make any movements.

shhhhh!

At this moment, two powerful auras flew from afar, they were actually two Nascent Soul powerhouses. Judging from the bloody aura emanating from their bodies, they were obviously elders of the Blood Refining Sect.

When they came here, they just heard Yang Fan's countdown:
"Seven...six...five..."

The air in the scene seemed to be condensed, Yang Fan's voice was not too loud, and there was a slight smile on his face.

When the two Nascent Soul experts saw the scene in the sky, their faces showed strange expressions, and after understanding the situation, they couldn't help but gasped.

Bet your life.

The bet was actually the life of the strong Nascent Soul.

This is simply appalling! ! !

The Purple Heart sweetheart who just escaped and ran away desperately is a living bet.

call out--

Master Zixin fled into the distance desperately.

As one of the top ten Nascent Soul powerhouses in the Northern Qin Dynasty, he was reduced to such a point that his life became a bet between the two peak powerhouses.

Such a situation was completely unheard of in the history of the Thirteen Kingdoms of the Northern Qin Dynasty.

Therefore, when the two Nascent Soul powerhouses understood the situation, they didn't even dare to speak out.

They deeply understand that fighting at this level is definitely not something they can intervene.

"Five...four...three..." Yang Fan's voice was very calm, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

Hundreds of people in the audience held their breath at this moment.

"Three...two...one!!"

The voice finally fell.

call out!
Yang Fan's figure flashed, and he chased in the direction of Master Zixin.

There was an uproar on the field, and the gas that was pent up in his chest was released.

However, before they were relieved, the mutation regenerated.

"Leave!!"

The ancestor of Xue Lian let out a loud shout, and the blood all over his body suddenly flashed, and blood ripples rippled in the whole area.

The sky was full of blood, suppressing the world, trying to bind Yang Fan in place.

At the same time, he raised his hand and slapped it hard, and a big bloody palm four or five feet in size fell from the sky and grabbed Yang Fan fiercely.

A depressive shadow made everyone breathless.

This is the strength of the top three monks in Beiqin! !

In terms of mana cultivation alone, the ancestor of Xuelian is even stronger than Sanyou old devil.

huh~~~
Seeing that the big bloody hand was about to catch Yang Fan, the atmosphere of the audience climbed to a climax again.

Swish——

Suddenly, the Xiangyun boots under Yang Fan's feet trembled, and he moved twenty or thirty feet away out of thin air, avoiding this powerful blow that oppressed the world.

"Don't think about it!!"

The ancestor of Xuelian shrank his pupils, and his figure turned into a wave of blood-colored light, rushing towards Yang Fan like lightning.

The distance of twenty or thirty feet is almost an instant for the Nascent Soul Great Cultivator.

Swish!Swish!Swish! ...

Yang Fan's figure flickered, and he could move twenty or thirty feet out of thin air every time.

However, the ancestor of Xue Lian was able to follow him like a shadow, keeping up almost without lagging behind.

If this trend continues, unless Yang Fan can use the "Silver Light Escape Technique" without restriction, he may be intercepted by the opponent at any time.

However, wanting to use the "Silver Light Evasion Technique" without restriction is undoubtedly nonsense.

Even though Yang Fan has a long pulse, he will feel strenuous if he uses it four or five times in a row.

"Look at where you are running, do you think that with Qibao as an assistant, you can escape my interception?"

The ancestor of Xue Lian sneered, a rusty iron ruler appeared in his hand, and there was a majestic aura as magnificent as a mountain.

Collapsing ruler! !

The expressions of the knowledgeable people on the field changed slightly.

This is an ancient treasure with great supernatural powers, and it is also the magic weapon for the blood refining ancestor to become famous.

"Stay here!!" The blood-bending ruler in the hands of the patriarch Xue Lian turned into a ten-foot-long giant ruler, and with the power of breaking the sky, he struck towards Yang Fan.

Such a blow is enough to deter Bei Qin. Under the stage of transformation into a god, no one would dare to resist.

Seeing that the Bending Sky Ruler was sent with the momentum to shake the mountains and rivers, its shadow almost enveloped Yang Fan's head.

No one dared to doubt that under this foot, mountains and rivers could be smashed, and if they resisted stubbornly, they would only die.

There are hundreds of monks in Xianlaizong, and their hearts are raised in their throats.

Fairy Huanling, Linghu Xiaoxi and the others had deep worries in their eyes.

Especially Fairy Huanling, who is a Nascent Soul strongman of the Seven Sects of the Jin Kingdom, deeply understands the energy of the blood refining ancestor.

At this critical moment.

pull~~
Suddenly, a pair of golden wings behind Yang Fan burst into dazzling golden light, and the silver glow of Xiangyun boots under his feet trembled.

In an instant, his whole body turned into a cloud of indistinct gold and silver shadows, and disappeared from everyone's eyes with a "squeak".

boom! !

The Bengtian Ruler shot it one foot, and it fell through.

what! !

The ancestor of Xue Lian was shocked, and everyone looked into the distance.

It turned out that at the moment just now, Yang Fan's speed doubled and tripled, and he flew hundreds of feet away in an instant.

This speed is simply unimaginable.

Even for Nascent Soul powerhouses, it is simply unattainable.

"Hehehe..." Yang Fan's chuckle came only then.

With absolute speed, he distanced himself from the Patriarch of Blood Refining, and caught up to Master Zixin who was not far away in an instant.

Master Zixin's body trembled, and he heard buzzing in his ears. Before he could react, a small blurred gold brick slapped hard on his head, and his consciousness fell into darkness.

Boom! !
His body was smashed to pieces by the miniature gold brick, and it was torn apart.

It was too late to even scream, and he was instantly killed.

It was so fast that he didn't even have time to react.

The Pengyu Golden Wings and Xiangyun Boots brought Yang Fan's speed to the limit of the Nascent Soul Stage, even approaching the Transformation Stage.

Not to mention him, even the Patriarch Xue Lian, who is a great monk of Nascent Soul, felt powerless for a while.

After beheading Master Zixin, Yang Fan "chilled" and returned like lightning.

The entire beheading process, one back and forth, only took ten breaths!
All the Nascent Souls on the field gasped.

Under the interception of the great monk Nascent Soul, he easily killed another high-ranking Nascent Soul as if he had entered a land of no one.

Swish! !
High in the sky, Yang Fan and the ancestor of Xue Lian faced each other far away again.

Yang Fan said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Blood Refining, the game is over, and Yang is sure to win."

"Okay, you won this time." Patriarch Xuelian took a deep look at him: "You can take them away, and no one in Luoshan Country will stop them."

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