Xianhong Road

Chapter 157 Shocking the world
Yang Fan never imagined that the power of a secular warrior could be so tyrannical.

At this moment, Yu Wenlie was surrounded by a field-like golden halo, covering a radius of one foot. The powerful air waves and invisible power held him in the void, like a general from the upper realm.

A terrifying aura transcending the outside world swept across a radius of hundreds of feet, causing the surrounding creatures to tremble involuntarily, with unprecedented fear, and deeply feel their own insignificance.

That palpitating power is enough to make immortal cultivators below the Foundation Establishment Stage shudder and dare not challenge it head-on.

Putting himself in the ground, Yang Fan thought that if he faced the inhuman Yu Wenlie in front of him, he might not be able to confront him head-on if he didn't use the "Ghost Demon Flame" or the Iron Armored Puppet.

On the other side, Wushuang, who was dressed in white clothes better than snow, floated in the void of flying sand and rocks, with an ordinary face, calm and calm, and his aura gradually changed.

In such a dangerous situation, he unexpectedly closed his eyes slowly, a faint silver cold light shone on his body, as transparent and elegant as a breeze.

"Dragon Transformation Break!"

The attack between Yu Wenlie's forehead was sent out first.

Buzz--

The phantom like a dragon and snake opened its teeth and claws, carrying an incomparable domineering aura, and came to devour him fiercely, and it was about to engulf him.

Standing in Wushuang's position and watching the battle, Yang Fan felt anticipation and curiosity in his heart, how he would deal with this powerful move that could severely damage or even kill the monks in the Concentration stage.

In the past, Yang Fan had some doubts about Yan Wang Yu Wenlie's deeds of beheading the concentration period, but now he completely believes it.

Whoosh!

The phantom of the dragon and snake almost hit Wushuang's body. At this moment, the hearts of the insightful people watching the battle were extremely high.

At this moment, Wushuang finally reacted, he opened a pair of cold eyes, and glanced at Yan Wang Yu Wenlie lightly.

In his dark and mysterious eyes, a ghostly "sword" appeared.

This is a "sword" that even Yang Fan can't see clearly in the omniscient mode, as if separated by a layer of time and space, separated by a reincarnation, like an insurmountable barrier.

Chi - click!
The phantom and invisible "sword" flicked slightly, and the phantom of the dragon and snake burst instantly and turned into stars.

Yang Fan's mind was shocked. At that moment, he had a strange feeling that the divine consciousness and omniscient mode seemed to have lost their effect and became blurred in that short moment.

As for how the phantom of the dragon and snake was broken, Yang Fan didn't see clearly, his senses only captured the fleeting flash of the phantom's invisible "sword".

"break--"

Yu Wenlie had just finished reading the word "Po", when the golden halo covering a radius of one zhang suddenly shrank, and the golden scale-like halo on the body surface was a bit thicker, revealing a bit of simple and heavy charm.

Whoosh!
An afterimage flickered in the void, and Yu Wenlie flickered in front of Wushuang like a teleportation. His palms crossed and slashed, and then he pushed out a palm slowly with great difficulty.

Following his attack with this palm, the space in front of him suddenly endured an unimaginable pressure, oppressive like a ten thousand catty boulder.

A trace of blood appeared on Wushuang's cheeks, obviously because he was oppressed and couldn't breathe.

However, after all, there was an unyielding will that kept him firmly supported, and he survived the most stressful moment of the outbreak.

Yang Fan was watching the battle from a distance, and his heart skipped a beat. At such a critical juncture, even the little princess on the side held his breath, with a nervous and worried look on his face.

A trace of deep worry and concern appeared on Yu Wenxin's pretty face, and a thin layer of sweat overflowed from the palm of her hand as she tightly squeezed the corner of her skirt.

"The peak power of a mundane warrior can explode with such terrifying power..."

Cheng Laoxian was also beside Yang Fan, sighing in a low voice, looking at the two people in the air with a hint of awe in his eyes.

As an immortal cultivator, he is afraid of the power of ordinary people. If he said it, ordinary immortal cultivators would probably not believe it.

"I heard that there is a 'Martial Sage' in Yuyang Country, who has reached an unprecedented level of martial arts. He has lived for 200 years and has not lost a single defeat in the past [-] years. He is recognized as the pinnacle of martial arts..."

Not far away, a guest from the palace whispered.

Wu Sheng?

There is actually something stronger...

Yang Fan himself couldn't believe it.King Yan and Wushuang in front of them are extremely perverted, but they are not the most powerful.

What level of existence is the most powerful martial saint?
"It seems that this secular world is not as simple as imagined."

Yang Fan's heart shuddered, and he put away his contempt for the mortal world. The previous idea that he thought he was a cultivator and could run amok in the secular world was dispelled.

tie~~~
Suddenly, there was a strange and muffled sound in the void, which only made people's blood churn and their soul dizzy.

I saw Wu Shuang struck out with a palm, a dark cold light faintly appeared in the palm of his hand, and he struck together with King Yan's heavy palm that oppressed the space.

The instant the two palms collided, a loud explosion followed by a powerful shock wave swept across a radius of tens of feet. Wherever it passed, a large area of ​​buildings in the palace collapsed, and gaps were scraped on the ground.

In the field of vision, it was dark and blurry... most people's sight was blocked.

Yang Fan's senses were extraordinary, and he caught two figures flying out quickly, accompanied by two muffled groans.

puff!puff!
In the dust and flying sand, King Yan and Wushuang spat out a mouthful of blood at the same time. They were seriously injured and fell to the ground staggeringly. They made several footprints half a foot deep, showing their strength.

"Father……"

The little princess exclaimed and rushed over.

Yu Wenxin's eyes were also extremely worried, but she was still weak, and she stood quietly where she was, casting a look of consultation and help to Yang Fan.

Yang Fan nodded and said calmly, "There are no fatal wounds or life-threatening."

Hearing the words, Yu Wenxin breathed a sigh of relief, a trace of confusion flashed in her bright eyes, and whispered: "I don't know why, I was very worried about the safety of my father just now, and when he was fighting Wushuang, I felt very uneasy..."

"Both losers will suffer, and the strength is equal, but if your father's limit is like this, then the winner is Wushuang..."

Yang Fan glanced at Wushuang in white clothes Shengxue in the distance, floating on the roof of the house and looking down proudly. He had a very strange feeling in his heart, and his intuition told himself that this person must be a terrifying existence in the future.

In nearly 20 years of life, there are only two people who have brought him this feeling. The first is "Hu Fei" from Yuwu Villa, and the other is "Wu Shuang" whom he saw today.

The former gave him the feeling of taboo, madness, fearlessness; the latter gave him a mysterious, tyrannical, unyielding tenacity;

What they have in common is that both of them are difficult to deal with, and their potential... a terrifying potential that makes people feel palpitating!
Yu Wenxin nodded and said: "I have this feeling, if we fight again next time, the loser must be the father..."

"Although none of them have the power of life, the injuries they suffered are all very serious..."

Yang Fan glanced at Yu Wenlie and Wushuang from time to time, as if thinking of something.

"My father's injury is due to you, pharmacist..." Yu Wenxin said earnestly.

"no problem."

Yang Fan is naturally [-]% willing to heal the injuries of this level of powerhouse, that is what he can only wish for.

However, his eyes turned to Wushuang who was standing on the eaves in the distance, and he secretly said: "It's best not to miss this one. Healing their injuries may be several times more effective than ordinary monks in the concentration period!"

In the night, Wushuang was dressed in snow-white clothes, looking a little out of place and a bit lonely.

Perhaps sensing Yang Fan's gaze, Wushuang's eyes suddenly lit up and fell on Yang Fan's face.

Whoosh!
Wushuang stepped on the eaves lightly, turning into a white shadow, flashing in front of Yang Fan.

"Protect the pharmacist!"

The face of King Yan in the distance changed drastically, and he exclaimed.

Swish!
From the corner of the palace in the dim night, a strange shadow suddenly appeared, blocking Yang Fan's face.

Yang Fan showed a look of astonishment, staring at a thin shadow-like man in front of him, wearing a black robe and a mask, so he couldn't see clearly.

"Evil shadow?"

Wushuang smiled lightly: "Half a year ago, you might still be qualified to fight with me, but now..."

During the expression and conversation, Wushuang clearly showed contempt and disdain.

"Indeed, I am not your opponent, but Wushuang, don't forget your current state..."

The hoarse and low voice of the evil shadow sounded, as if it came from the bottomless abyss.

"haha, really?"

Wushuang had a calm and calm face, the corners of his mouth were slightly curved, he stretched out his slender white hand, and slowly grasped the hilt of the simple and simple sword behind him.

"you……"

Xie Ying froze, whether it was voice or expression, even the blood circulating in his body was almost frozen.

Yang Fan was also stunned, and then took a deep breath, looking at the simple and elegant sword on Wushuang's back.

Sighing lightly, Yang Fan stretched out his hand and patted Xie Ying's shoulder, and said in a low voice, "You step back."

"But..." Xieying said hesitantly, "Your safety..."

What a loyal confidant!

Yang Fan smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, he won't hurt me, and you can't stop him..."

"Alright, pharmacist, take care!"

Xie Ying glanced at Wu Shuang with a complicated face, and his figure flashed, turning into a phantom and disappearing before everyone's eyes.

"Hehe, are you really sure that I won't hurt you?"

Wu Shuang looked at the seemingly powerless pharmacist in front of him with a smile on his face.

Maybe others would think so, but his eyes were never wrong.

"Yes..." Yang Fan lowered his voice so low that Wushuang could only hear: "You are seriously injured now, believe it or not, Yang only needs to use one or two poisons, and your life will be in danger!"

"Using poison?" Wushuang's face changed, and he sneered, "Poison is the little Doyle after all, but since you can say it like this, it shows that you are also a worthy opponent."

"Sorry, I'm not interested in fighting." Yang Fan shook his head and said with a smile: "However, if you are seriously injured in the future, you can come to me, and Yang can heal your injuries for free."

"Free healing?"

Wushuang was slightly taken aback, feeling a little weird.

"How do you like it?"

Yang Fan said with a smile, this Wushuang is a militant who likes to challenge powerful opponents, so he will definitely not be able to avoid getting injured.

If an agreement can be reached with this son, then Yang Fan will be secretly happy.

(As soon as the update arrives, the first update will be between 4:6 and 8:10 in this time period, and the second update will probably be between [-]:[-] and [-]:[-].)
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