Xianhong Road

Chapter 564 Six Stone Sculptures
With a palm strike, Hu Fei's blood froze all over his body, and his body became stiff, making it difficult to move.

Anger and consternation remained on his face.

Yang Fan was slightly startled, and immediately looked at Yu Lin with admiration.

When the two fought just now, Hu Fei just attacked casually, mostly relying on his brute strength, and didn't make any real moves.

But this Yu Lin was different, as soon as he made a move, he unleashed a deadly and terrifying force, which made Hu Fei feel right at once.

Yu Lin also had a strange expression on his face. When he slapped palms just now, he felt numb in his tiger's mouth, and almost lost his entire arm.

If it wasn't for the fact that the opponent underestimated the enemy and didn't make a real move, it would be really hard to say who will win.

After restraining Hu Fei, Yu Lin snorted coldly, turned to look at Yang Fan, and said condescendingly, "You are Yang Fan?"

He had also heard about Yang Fan's name.

It was rumored that the strength of the other party was comparable to that of the three major monks, and he was the only legendary figure who could turn the situation of Bei Qin around.

For this, he has long been dissatisfied in his heart.

Between the words, a cold air that made the blood coagulate came out.

Imaginary Fairy behind Yang Fan suddenly felt a chill in her delicate body, and her jade hands were a little dull.

"Your Excellency trespassed on Yang's room. If you don't tell me why, don't blame Yang's ruthless subordinates for asking you to pay some price here."

Yang Fan narrowed his eyes, and a cold light flashed between the gaps in his eyes.

Although three strong Nascent Souls broke into the room and four high-ranking Nascent Souls were ambushed outside, he still maintained his calm and strong attitude since returning to Northern Qin.

While speaking, his soul root was closely connected with the ground under his feet, and he checked Hu Fei's situation.

If the blood of an ordinary monk is frozen by the weird cold air, the vitality in his body will be locked, and it will last until death.

And Hu Fei's physique is extremely perverted, but his qi and blood are temporarily sealed, even if he doesn't help, he can recover in a moment.

For some reason, under Yang Fan's gaze, Yu Lin felt a sense of pressure, but did not show any weakness: "Hmph, the three monks are discussing a confidential matter at the moment, and handing over the power of the 'Ancient Liang City' to Yu. Last night, an unknown person Invading the city and spying on the secrets of the meeting, Yu is in charge of checking the reinforcements who have recently entered the city."

"And it just so happens...the two of you just entered the ancient Liangcheng yesterday, and they also defied Yu's inspection. Since you dare to disobey the order, of course Yu will do it by force."

Yu Lin sneered again and again, plausibly speaking, standing on an absolute commanding height.

"Yu, on behalf of the Thirteen Nations Alliance, launched sanctions against you."

"Fart... fart!!

A vulgar voice came in front of him, and Hu Fei sneezed loudly, his whole body was full of anger and blood.

puff!
A trace of saliva almost brushed off his cheek.

what! !

Yu Lin's complexion changed drastically, he didn't expect Hu Fei to recover so soon.

What he didn't know was that Yang Fan's soul root was integrated into the earth, and when he was eloquent, he transmitted external force to help Hu Fei dredge his blood.

"Boy, you are courting death!!"

Yu Linhe had been subjected to such unreasonableness before, once again the white frost burst out from the palm of his hand, and there was a flash of crystal light, and a biting coldness suddenly came from the room.

"Who is afraid of whom?!"

Hu Fei punched away with a violent thunder and fire.

Boom! !
The entire room was shaken, Yu Lin's body was shaken back, half of his arm was scorched black, he groaned, and took several steps back before he managed to stabilize himself.

Hu Fei stood where he was, his palms were numb with ice, but under the movement of the power of thunder and fire, he immediately returned to normal.

"The power of thunder and fire?"

Yu Lin looked horrified, and his face suddenly became ugly.

Hu Fei's magical powers are not inferior to his at all, and the opponent's strength and physique are extremely perverted. If he fights with bare hands, he will suffer the most.

Thinking of this, his expression froze, and a circling clear ice pick appeared in his hand.

The ice pick rotated rapidly, the tip flickered with cold light, and stirred up a strange cold breath of coagulated blood.

Hu Fei showed no sign of weakness, and a heavy mace appeared in his hand, with iron thorns all over it, which made him startled.

"Friend Yu Daoist, let us help you."

The sixtieth old man and the white-haired old woman behind Yu Lin offered a red dragon-headed walking stick and a black leather bag respectively.

With a flick of the crutch, a small fiery dragon spewed out from the faucet, exuding fiery heat, came to life, bared its teeth and claws, and forced towards Hu Fei.

The black leather pocket trembled, and a gust of evil and strange wind roared in, producing a huge force, pulling Hu Fei inside.

Shrouded by the power of the evil wind, Hu Fei suddenly felt chills in his limbs.

Yu Lin was slightly startled, and the ice cone in his hand turned into a shining white crystal light, piercing Hu Fei's throat.

The three Nascent Soul powerhouses actually bully the few with more?

"Hahaha...there are few people who bully us?"

Yang Fan let out a long laugh, and swiped his left and right hands in the void almost at the same time.

Yellow and green rays of light bloomed, and the two lifelike little dragons that turned into spirit energy roared and collided with the little blurred charmander and the evil wind in the black leather pocket.

Bang bang! !
The sixtieth old man and the white-haired old woman grunted, and were forced back by the two little dragons.

What's even more unbelievable is that these two little flood dragons continued to pounce on them, waving their dragon claws, opening their sharp mouths, and biting.

For a while, the sixtieth old man and the white-haired old woman fell into a disadvantage.

And all of this is just a spell of Yang Fan simulating the supernatural powers of life.

At the same time, Yu Lin's ice pick and Hu Fei's mace struck together, making a loud "clang bang~".

The power of thunder and fire splashed everywhere, almost tearing Yu Lin's defensive shield apart, and with a muffled grunt, he was knocked back several feet.

In terms of strength, Hu Fei always had an absolute advantage, while Yu Lin once again fell into a disadvantage.

This took a toll on his self-esteem.

I am respected as the No. 1 under the three major monks, but now I can't even do anything to a Nascent Soul under Yang Fan. If this is said, it will make people laugh.

Thinking of this, his face was filled with coldness, the whiteness in his hand was filled with coldness, the formulas changed again and again, the ice cone suddenly expanded, and the violent strange freezing air swept all directions.

Boom~~
The guest room collapsed, and all objects in front of them were shattered into ice chips under the impact of freezing air.

Suddenly, everyone in the house was exposed to the open sky.

Yang Fan and Fairy Huanling are on one side.

Hu Fei and Yu Lin fought in the middle.

And the two flood dragons transformed from spiritual energy forced the sixty-year-old man and the white-haired old woman to retreat to the rear.

When the house was shattered, the four high-ranking Nascent Souls who were ambushing nearby rushed over and surrounded Yang Fan and Fairy Huanling.

"Owner."

Fairy Huanling was a little startled, she sacrificed a magic weapon, and leaned behind Yang Fan.

"Don't worry, you go back first."

With a thought of Yang Fan, Fairy Huanling returned to Xianhong's space.

"Master..." Fairy Huanling's worried voice stopped abruptly in the air.

Fairy Huanling, who had already returned to Xianhong's space, had slightly rosy eyes.

Yang Fan glanced lightly at several high-level Nascent Souls on the field. Except for Yu Lin, the rest were early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators.

More importantly...they are all above the ground.

Thinking of this, Yang Fan suddenly took a deep breath, concentrated his mind, his soul root completely merged into the earth, and a strange and dangerous fluctuation was transmitted from the earth under his feet.

At the same time, the sixty-year-old man and the white-haired old woman who were fighting with the two aura-shaped dragons suddenly realized that the target in front of them had disappeared.

The next moment, a dangerous breath came, and they only felt that their limbs were hard and hardened rapidly...

Breathing effort, the two turned into stone statues.

The same situation occurs on the other side at the same time.

The four monks at the early stage of Nascent Soul who were in ambush suddenly felt that their feet could not move, and their bodies were petrified.

Soon, there were four more statues.

huh~~
Yang Fan let out a long breath, his face was pale, and he used a large range of petrification supernatural powers, which greatly consumed his soul power.

At this moment, most of his mind was exhausted, and he barely stabilized his figure.

However, to be able to petrify all the six Nascent Soul powerhouses within one or two breaths is enough to be proud of even paying such a price.

Even if it were any great Nascent Soul cultivator in Northern Qin, it would be impossible to restrain six Nascent Soul experts in such a short period of time.

Yang Fan's petrochemical supernatural power is relatively easy to succeed in two situations.

In the first case, the opponent's cultivation level is lower than Yang Fan's, especially the soul level.

In the second case, the enemy is on the same land as him, and the success rate is much higher.

And these six high-ranking Nascent Souls are all early-stage Nascent Soul monks, their soul realms are much lower than Yang Fan's, and they all happen to be standing on the ground.

As a result, they were instantly petrified by Yang Fan, and they had almost no power to resist.

This is a kind of existence similar to the supernatural power of life, a chaotic attack produced by fusing the mystery of the earth and the power of the soul.

The peculiarity of this kind of attack is that it is neither a magic attack nor a pure soul attack, so it is very difficult to defend against.

If you want to resist this technique, you can only rely on hard power and cultivation.

what! !

Yu Lin, who was fighting Hu Fei, couldn't help but gasped.

Suddenly, in the entire open space, he was the only one left in his camp.

The remaining six high-level Nascent Souls were all petrified.

Petrochemical! !
Six petrified statues.

A chill hit his spine, and he shivered, but he didn't have any fighting spirit, so he retreated immediately.

Yang Fan sneered and said, "Want to run? How can it be so easy?"

Swish!
I saw his figure move dozens of feet out of thin air, just in time to stop Yu Linlan.

pop~~
With a slap of the palm, rough khaki light lines flickered between the palms, and the heavy mountain-like breath oppressed him so hard to breathe.

How can this kind of power be possessed by ordinary Nascent Soul powerhouses?
He barely resisted with the ice pick in his hand.

Bang! !

The hard and smooth ice pick was whipped back and hit his chest hard.

However, the purple scale chain armor worn by Yu Lin released a layer of purple light film, which absorbed the attack power.

Yang Fan showed a strange look, but he didn't listen, a black snake whip shadow wrapped him around all of a sudden.

Yu Lin turned pale with fright, fortunately he was protected by purple scale chain armor, the snake whip only strangled him, only a faint sense of paralysis.

However, Yang Fan's attack is not just that.

His palm suddenly grew bigger, and strangely flickering earth-yellow light waves, like a cattail fan, slapped him hard.

boom!
His body trembled, and he let out a muffled grunt, and the purple light film around his body suddenly dimmed.

pop~~
Yang Fan slapped him again, hitting his face, and the purple light film burst immediately.

Yu Lin spat out a mouthful of blood with a "poof", his face was pale, and his body was blown away.

He looked terrified, and before his body landed in mid-air, he flashed into the distant building.

"Stop chasing."

Yang Fan stopped Hu Fei's pursuit.

After all, this is the Ancient Liang City, where the forces of the Thirteen Nations Alliance are stationed.

After all this was over, six lifelike petrified statues stood in the ruins where the original guest room was.

At this moment, in the ancient cool city, there are hundreds of thousands of divine senses sweeping across from here.

When they saw these petrified statues clearly, there was a sound of gasping for air.

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