Xianhong Road

Chapter 571
Finally, the two top monks in Beiqin made concessions.

Yang Fan smiled and took Saintess Yehan away.

Sword Immortal Ling Xiao watched him leave with a hint of approval on his face.

Patriarch Xuelian and Sanqing Sanren looked a bit ugly.

"Fellow Daoist, do you actually support this kid's crazy plan?"

The two big monks looked at Sword Immortal Ling Xiao at the same time.

As great monks of the Northern Qin Dynasty, the three knew each other somewhat.

"Feng has had enough of passive defense." Feng Wujue said in a deep voice, "His thinking coincides with mine."

"Could it be that the previous repeated defeats were not enough to wake up Fellow Daoist Feng?"

The ancestor of Xue Lian's eyes flickered sharply, and his voice was cold.

"The reason why we lost before was because the barbarians at the peak were better than us, and the Black Wind Demon Emperor's methods were terrible, planting so many cancers in our Thirteen-Nation Alliance."

"And now, Fellow Daoist Yang has come and promised to check and balance a Nascent Soul cultivator, healed Feng's injury, and assisted us in clearing up the cancer in Guliang City. Now is the perfect time for a big counterattack."

Feng Wujue's words were sonorous and forceful, and his eyes were sharp.

"Excuse me, I don't agree with you. The ancestor of Xuelian and I will definitely not support this matter. We will not let you bet on the fate of hundreds of millions of lives in Beiqin."

Sanqing Sanren said a few words, then waved his sleeves and left.

The ancestor of Xue Lian snorted coldly, his figure flickered, and disappeared into the hall.

Feng Wujue sighed, and also left the hall.

Halfway through the flight, he turned to Yang Fan's residence.

When Feng Wujue came here, Yang Fan greeted him with a smile, as if he had predicted his arrival in advance.

"Fellow Daoist, please come in."

Yang Fan is very enthusiastic about him.

Entering the room, the layout inside is simple and comfortable.

Fairy Huanling was in charge of pouring the tea, while Hu Fei was lazily dozing off on one side, without any awareness of welcoming guests.

Feng Wujue glanced over Fairy Huanling and Hu Fei, and especially fixed on the latter's face.

bass!
Hu Fei suddenly opened his eyes, a ray of cold light erupted, jumped up from the spot, and turned to face Feng Wu, exuding a strong fighting spirit from his body.

"Don't be rude." Yang Fan glared at him.

Hu Fei curled his lips, sat down again, and resumed his lazy appearance.

"This should be the rumored fellow Daoist Hu Feihu, right?"

With a smile on his face, Feng Wujue looked at Hu Fei a few more times.

Hu Fei was indifferent and indifferent.

"This brother of mine is like this, don't take offense, Fellow Daoist Feng."

Yang Fan said with a smile.

Afterwards, the two began to talk about some views on barbarian warfare.

Yang Fan was surprised to find that some views of Feng Wujue were surprisingly similar to his own.

It's just that Feng Wujue is good at that kind of invincible and sharp offensive, and he neglects the details of the layout.

If he has an advantage in strength, he will have a smooth journey and be invincible.

However, when the opponent is stronger than him and very sophisticated in strategy, this formal style is difficult to work.

"Young Daoist Yang is right. To relieve the crisis of the Northern Qin Dynasty, the nine tribes of the barbarians must be completely wiped out. A temporary peace negotiation is just a last resort."

Feng Wujue strongly supported Yang Fan's opinion.

"Then what should I do with this barbarian saint?"

Feng Wujue turned his gaze to a certain corner of the room.

Ye Han was bound by the poisonous whip, and his mana was banned, and the place where he stood was also restricted, so he couldn't hear the conversation between the two.

"The detainment of this woman is best to arouse the hatred of the nine barbarians."

Yang Fan pursed his lips slightly.

Although Feng Wujue was a little puzzled, he didn't ask any more questions. After expressing his gratitude to Yang Fan for the treatment again, he got up and left.

In the next few days, there was chaos in the barbarian camp.

Knowing that the saint was captured alive by the enemy, the barbarians were shocked up and down, arousing the anger and hatred of many monks.

The barbarian high-level even sent monks to negotiate, threatening: "If you don't hand over the saint, the whole city will be slaughtered."

Kill the whole city! !
In the ancient cool city, many conservatives were panicked.

In response to this, many monks in the upper echelons of Northern Qin put pressure on Yang Fan, asking him to hand over the saint for negotiation.

Yang Fan was very leisurely, ignoring the demands of these people.

In fact, that's his purpose.

A few days later, the barbarian army, 20 monks, densely packed like a black cloud, oppressed the ancient Liangcheng.

How majestic and majestic is the murderous aura and power generated by 20 monks?

In contrast, in the past, the Yuyang Kingdom's fight against the demons was nothing more than a small fight.

Commanding an army of hundreds of thousands of monks are the three great heavenly masters of the Xishan barbarians.

On the Northern Qin side, the three major monks came out together, and more than half of the monks in the ancient Liangcheng came out in force to face off outside the city.

The confrontation of hundreds of thousands of monks made the situation suddenly critical, and it seemed that the war was about to break out.

Yang Fan stayed in the guest room with Hu Fei and didn't let him go out.

"Boss Yang, a big battle is about to break out outside, and it's time for us to show our strength."

Hu Fei couldn't sit still, feeling itchy in his heart.

"We are here, have our own tasks, and believe that the battle will not be far away."

Yang Fan said lightly.

"All the monks from the Thirteen Kingdoms of the Northern Qin Dynasty are listening, within a stick of incense, if you don't hand over the saint, don't blame me for slaughtering the whole city."

Among the three barbarian celestial masters, a tall, black-faced old man with an indifferent face spoke.

On the left and right sides of him are Mu Tianshi in black robe, an old man as short as a dwarf.

The three celestial masters shot together, which shows the resolute attitude of the Xishan barbarians.

"It's a joke, Saintess Yehan is in our hands. If you dare to make any changes, just wait to see her bloody head."

The ancestor of blood refining sneered.

The confrontation between hundreds of thousands of monks outside the city is at a critical point that is about to explode at any time.

And in the empty ancient cool city, a faint and imperceptible black wind drifted in.

Its existence is like nothingness.

Yang Fan, who was sitting cross-legged in the guest room, suddenly focused his eyes.

Almost at the same time, the two felt a terrifying pressure that was almost hard to breathe.

At this moment, the surrounding air seemed to be evacuated.

Breeze, still.

The aura froze.

A similar situation was unfolding outside the ancient cool city.

Between the hundreds of thousands of troops on both sides, a stick of incense was suspended, and it was already lit at this moment, emitting blue smoke.

Hundreds of thousands of monks almost held their breath.

A stick of incense.

When this stick of incense is burned out, it means the start of the barbarian army's crazy offensive.

"Hehe... Your Excellency the Black Wind Demon Emperor."

Yang Fan's voice came from the room.

A cloud of black wind, like nothingness, floated over the guest room.

In the black wind, a mysterious man could be seen faintly. He raised his hands slightly, just floating in the wind, motionless.

"Rumours are worse than meeting, Your Excellency's senses are well versed in the world, and you discovered the emperor so quickly."

An empty and cold voice came from the black wind.

hum~~
Suddenly, a transparent black ripple rippled from the weird black wind.

In an instant, everything around was turned into ashes.

Yang Fan and Hu Fei fought a few times and felt a great crisis at the same time.

"Look at her." Yang Fan took a deep breath, stepped on the ground with his feet, his soul root melted into the ground, and a wave of earth-colored light rippled from his body, colliding with the terrifying black ripples.

bang bang~~~
Suddenly, the entire void was inexplicably shaken, and a powerful air wave swept across a radius of several hundred feet.

"what……"

There were repeated screams from nearby, and dozens of monks died in the aftermath of this battle.

Yang Fan's figure flickered, and he managed to stabilize himself.

On the ground, his feet seemed to be rooted, digging into the soil.

The strange black wind suddenly flickered and disappeared from the spot.

That weird black wind, at the moment of the powerful aftermath, drifted tens of feet away, unpredictable.

Yang Fan's expression froze, the speed and agility of the Black Wind Demon Emperor were too fast, and completely surpassed the general Nascent Soul cultivators.

"That's right, in the mid-term cultivation base, the strength is no worse than that of the late-stage great cultivators. Standing on the ground, it is difficult for this emperor to really hurt you."

The Black Wind Demon Emperor looked at him approvingly.

At this moment, his figure and outline gradually became clear in the black wind.

It was a slightly pale face, the eyes were pitch-black, almost no light could be seen, and the figure was extremely thin.

At first glance, it seems that it is not a person, but like a ghost crawling out of the grave.

Yang Fan stepped on the ground, with an aura as calm as a mountain rippling from his body, he looked up at this strong man who is now recognized as the number one in Beiqin.

The Black Wind Demon Emperor, the uncrowned king of the nine barbarian races, is the supreme existence above the three celestial masters.

It was him who plunged the Thirteen Kingdoms of Northern Qin into the flames of war and retreated steadily.

With such a situation going on, his wild words of crushing the Thirteen Kingdoms of Northern Qin will truly come true.

"Your Majesty the Demon Emperor came here in person to rescue Saintess Yehan?"

Yang Fan said lightly.

"If you can capture her, the Emperor will be sure to rescue her."

There was an unbelievable confidence in the Black Wind Demon Emperor's tone.

As soon as he finished speaking, he stretched out a pale hand and stirred it in the void.

Suddenly, Yang Fan felt an irresistible strange wind around him.

wow~~
Suddenly, everything around him was enveloped by a throbbing black wind.

Within a radius of one hundred feet, it was dark, filled with black mist, and flying sand and stones.

Everything in the surrounding area was torn into pieces and carried away by the black wind.

"Ah! Not good!"

Hu Fei exclaimed.

He was trying his best to fight against this terrifying force, when he accidentally discovered that the Holy Maiden Yehan, who was bound by the restraint, was swept away by the black wind.

what! !

Yang Fan turned pale with shock, he didn't expect the Black Wind Demon Emperor to have such a trick.

"Don't think about it!!"

Yang Fan's senses quickly locked on to an afterimage, and the silver glow of the Xiangyun boots trembled under his feet, and his figure disappeared out of thin air and moved away.

"Hehe..." Kong Kong's laughter came out of nowhere from behind Yang Fan.

In the black wind, the other party has a very strange wind escape magical power.

huh~~
A violent black light beam came from behind.

Feeling a sense of crisis, Yang Fan had no choice but to slap his palm back, and a mountain-like aura erupted, striking the black beam of light.

bang-

Yang Fan used his strength to chase after the target.

However, the Black Wind Demon Emperor stopped him again like a ghost, with a sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth.

Yang Fan took a deep breath, and suddenly half of the golden feather fan appeared in his hand, and with a "pop", a wave of golden light fanned towards the Black Wind Demon Emperor.

The opponent's figure flickered again and disappeared.

Flutter...

The golden light feathers flickered and spun across, flashing across a brilliant golden glow, repelling the Black Wind Demon Emperor who was trying to attack from the side.

The next moment, the piece of golden light feather and bone handle formed a pair of golden wings more than three feet long behind Yang Fan.

Gold and silver lights trembled on his body, and the speed suddenly rushed to the extreme.

Chila! ——

The gold and silver dazzled, and Yang Fan disappeared from the eyes of the Black Wind Demon Emperor.

what! !

The Black Wind Demon Emperor was moved! !
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