Xianhong Road

Chapter 559

In Shi Qianhan's hands, the Mohuang Sword was like a fish in water, and it showed such power that it easily pierced through the ancient treasure attack of the black-robed celestial master, and even injured his body.

The black-robed celestial master's chest was stained with blood, his face was full of shock, and his body shook in the air.

Yang Fan stared at his wound, frowning slightly: Is he really injured so badly?

"kill!!"

Shi Qianhan didn't give him a chance to catch his breath, and once again slashed the Mohuang sword in his hand, the earth-shattering scarlet blue sword energy pierced the sky, shocking the audience.

In the face of this force, the rest of the Nascent Souls were high-ranking, and they hardly dared to intervene.

Yang Fan's spiritual consciousness transmitted voice: "All of you stay behind the Iron Volcano."

The "Wuxuan stick" in the hands of the black-robed celestial master trembled inexplicably, trembling dozens of times in an instant, and the shadows of the sticks vibrated together, forming a giant stick shadow tens of feet long.

A cold air oppressing the void slapped down from the sky, and the air stirred for a while, forming cold whirlwinds.

The power of his blow was several times stronger than before, causing a crisis in Yang Fan's heart.

This is obviously the black-robed celestial master's secret technique of suppressing the bottom of the box. If the attacks of dozens of stick shadows are fused together, the power will not only be multiplied?

Even the black-robed celestial master himself could hardly control this force. After the blow, the "black black stick" in his hand shot out uncontrollably, triggering a light-black storm of destruction that swept across several miles.

"not good!!"

Everyone below was in chaos, and only the high-ranking Nascent Soul could save their lives.

Fortunately, most people have already retreated a certain distance, otherwise, there would be no possibility of surviving in the center of the destructive storm.

Puff bang——

The red and blue arc of the Mohuang Sword cut through the sky, and collided with the giant stick shadow tens of feet long, erupting with a force that seemed to tear apart the void.

The giant stick figure froze in the void for a while, but was cut in two.

But a powerful force came back, and the "Demon Brilliant Sword" whined, and almost fell out of Shi Qianhan's hands.

Shi Qianhan only felt the tiger's mouth open, and a huge force poured into his body, and he was severely injured immediately.

He had only half of his combat strength, otherwise he wouldn't have suffered this dark loss.

The black-robed celestial master had a strange expression on his face. The move he just made was a unique skill that he had studied for a hundred years.

Combining attacks that tremble dozens of times in an instant, the burst of power is enough to make the enemy terrified.

What's even more mysterious is that when the overlapping attacks erupt, they will be released again, trembling dozens of times in an instant, one wave after another, enough to instantly kill existences below Nascent Soul Great Cultivator.

However, such a powerful and terrifying secret did not kill Shi Qianhan, at least half of the power was absorbed by Mohuangjian.

Swish!

Holding the Mohuang Sword in his hand, Shi Qianhan disappeared from the void.

Yang Fan understood that the Mohuang Sword hadn't been refined yet, so it was really difficult to use, so let Shi Qianhan rest for a while.

Disappeared?
The face of the black-robed celestial master sank, knowing that if he wanted to seize the Mohuang sword again, he might have no chance.

Thinking of this trip, where two high-ranking Nascent Souls were actually buried, his face became even more ugly.

"Hehe, isn't your Excellency still reconciled? In that case, you can stay in Yuyang Kingdom forever with your companions."

Yang Fan's chuckle suddenly came.

puff la la la...

The peng feather fan was dismantled suddenly, and a series of golden light blades circled around Yang Fan, forming a pair of golden wings overflowing with golden light behind him.

clap~~
The golden wings flapped suddenly, and Yang Fan turned into a golden light and shadow, bullying him in an instant.

The face of the black-robed celestial master changed drastically, and he quickly recalled the "Wuxuan stick" and blocked it in front of him.

Yang Fan's attacks erupted almost simultaneously, with four or five palms slapping out in succession, light yellow rough light lines flickering between the palms, all hitting the Wuxuan stick.

The black-robed celestial master's whole body was shaken with yin energy, even though he held the ancient treasure in his hand, he was still knocked back four or five feet, with a look of shock on his face.

The opponent actually resisted the ancient treasure in his hand with bare hands.

Moreover, the one who fell into the disadvantage was still him who had the magic weapon advantage.

How abnormal has Yang Fan's strength and physique reached?

"withdraw!!"

The black-robed celestial master already understood that he couldn't take advantage of anything, so the wind around him suddenly roared, and his whole body turned into an indistinct tornado, flying dozens of feet away.

Yang Fan didn't expect the opponent's escape ability to be so powerful.

Swish!

The silver light waves of the Xiangyun boots under his feet trembled, and he moved thirty or forty feet away, immediately closing the distance.

Naturally, he wouldn't just let the other party go, otherwise, wouldn't Yuyang Kingdom become a vegetable garden in the future, to be trampled by others?

The black-robed celestial master's face changed when he heard the howling wind behind him. He was obviously not Yang Fan's opponent in terms of speed.

However, his face was calm, and he even showed a sneer. The black wind around him carried him erratically in the void, flashing in irregular leaps.

Yang Fan pursued him desperately, but it was undoubtedly very difficult to kill this person easily.

"Hahaha...Your surname is Yang, one day, my nine tribes of barbarians will enter Yuyang and wash all the sects of cultivating immortals with blood."

The proud smile of the black-robed celestial master came from the black wind and echoed in the sky.

Yang Fan stared at him coldly, with an extra green brush in his hand, and suddenly stroked in the void.

Qingxia trembled, and a huge cyan circle descended from the sky, trapping the black wind all of a sudden.

Whoops——

Click the green brush again, and a beam of blue light pierces through the air and hits the black wind scroll where he is.

With a "bang", the black wind volume around the black-robed celestial master suddenly shook and was knocked out.

Before he could stabilize his figure, Yang Fan moved to his side, and a black snake whip appeared in his hand.

Whoosh! !

A whip shadow was whipped away fiercely, and the black-robed celestial master screamed.

When he was hit by this whip, his limbs felt numb. If he hadn't been powerful enough to shake the snake whip away, he might have been bound.

Yang Fan didn't even think that he could really kill him, and the black snake whip in his hand danced wildly, turning into a shadow of the whip covering the entire area, restraining it for a short time.

The black-robed celestial master was furious. He respected himself as a barbarian celestial master. He had never been insulted like this before.

Suddenly, his eyes burst into green light, and a sinister hand grabbed the snake whip fiercely.

Moreover, a strange pale flame spread along the snake whip.

Yang Fan's complexion changed, he shook violently, the snake whip swung, and the black-robed celestial master flew out.

Hush——

The black-robed celestial master turned into a black spot and was thrown hundreds of feet away.

Yang Fan was even more murderous, the golden wings on his back flapped violently, the silver light waves of the Xiangyun boots under his feet vibrated, the speed increased greatly, and turned into gold and silver glare, and he chased after him in an instant.

"So fast!!"

The black-robed celestial master gasped, and finally felt a real crisis.

Through fighting against Yang Fan before, he thought that the other party was at most on the same level as him, and it was impossible to threaten him.

But at this moment, this fatal crisis made his heart tremble, and the black wind around him suddenly spun violently, generating a huge force, and with a "buzz", he was blown dozens of miles away.

"Want to leave? Leave a little price."

Yang Fan laughed mockingly.

He immediately cast the secret technique of "Flying Clouds for Thousands of Miles", the Flying Cloud Boots trembled violently, and his whole body turned into a shooting star, which swept across the sky and caught up again.

"The lingering guy..."

The black robe celestial master finally found out that the other party was really too difficult to deal with.

He really had no choice but to fight and run with Yang Fan.

As if Yang Fan sincerely wanted to cast a shadow on his heart, he chased and killed tens of thousands of miles in one go, almost across half of Yuyang country.

The fight between these two people can be described as earth-shattering and mighty, and when some monks encountered it along the way, they were all frightened out of their wits, no matter how far they went.

Finally, after Yang Fan chased for thousands of miles, he stopped suddenly.

Stop chasing.

A strange color flashed in Yang Fan's eyes, and he watched the celestial master in black robe go away.

Then, with fluttering wings behind his back, he turned back to the iron volcano.

Seeing that he stopped chasing him, the black-robed celestial master had a look of surprise in his eyes, and a bit of unwillingness on his face. He turned into a wind shadow, flew hundreds of miles away, and landed in a hidden canyon in front of him.

huh~~
He took a deep breath and said with lingering fear: "This kid is so difficult, he almost killed me."

"Hey, Master Motian, this is the first time I've seen you in such a mess in the past 200 years..."

Beside him came a gleeful voice.

The one who spoke was a thin old man like a dwarf, holding a bunch of purple double hammers in his hand.

In this canyon, there is actually a strong man. It seems that his cultivation base and status are not inferior to this black-robed Ferris Master.

"Hmph, Luo Tianshi, don't stand and talk without your back hurting. If you have the ability, go do this job."

The black robe Ferris Master sneered.

"No matter how powerful that kid is, it is a fact that your mission failed this time."

The dwarf old man put away the purple hammers and said triumphantly.

"Shut up, you don't know how powerful that kid is. Now that he has refined even spiritual magic weapons, his strength may surpass the three major monks of Beiqin."

The black-robed ferris master almost exploded with anger.

"Psychic magic weapon?"

An empty and indifferent voice sounded out of nowhere in front of the two of them.

"Master Demon Emperor."

The two immediately saluted, with solemn expressions on their faces.

A mysterious and profound black wind appeared before him as if out of thin air.

The man in the black wind can only see him in a black robe and black cloak, and the outline of his face is blurred.

"Master Demon Emperor, it's like this..."

The black-robed Motian master told the story of the incident.

"Whether it's a psychic magic weapon, I can't be sure, but the power is much stronger than ordinary ancient treasures."

The black-robed Ferris Master said in shock.

"What if it's really a psychic weapon? So much so that it makes you panic?" The mysterious man in the black wind showed a hint of disdain: "Only those who are at the peak of the Nascent Soul or even at the stage of transformation can display the true power of the psychic weapon."

"That's true."

The two celestial masters nodded again and again.

The dwarf old man laughed and said, "Even if we refine the psychic magic weapon, it will still become the spoils of our nine barbarian tribes in the future. If this thing can fall into the hands of the Demon Emperor, it will definitely command the world."

"I haven't really paid attention to a psychic magic weapon." The mysterious man in the black wind suddenly turned his eyes and asked Mo Tianshi, "Why didn't the second plan succeed?"

Mo Tianshi said with a little fear: "I don't know if it's a coincidence, but Yang Fan just chased near here, and then suddenly stopped chasing."

"Hmph, you are a failure. The Lord Demon Emperor and I have been in ambush for a long time, but you didn't lure that kid over."

The dwarf old man struck again.

"It seems...it is very difficult to plan to kill Yang Fan."

Like a mysterious man trapped in a black hole, he frowned slightly and muttered to himself.

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