Xianhong Road

Chapter 189 Martial Arts
"Proof? How do you prove it?"

Wushuang smiled slightly, and cast his eyes somewhere outside the window: "Hehe, do you mean this assassin by the hidden cultivator?
assassin?

Yang Fan was stunned, and immediately unfolded his senses.

Swish!
Wushuang actually disappeared from under his nose, and when Yang Fan came to his senses, the other party had already appeared in the void dozens of feet away from the medical hall.

Under the night, he carried a sword on his back, and was dressed in white, facing the night wind, his clothes fluttering, his eyes were as deep as the sea of ​​stars, floating like a fairy.

hum!
As soon as Wu Shuang appeared, a black shadow suddenly appeared at the position under his feet, which immediately turned into a ball of light and shadow, divided into four, and ran in four directions.

Four identical shadows fled in four directions.

Phantom clone technique!
"It's the killer..."

Yang Fan almost exclaimed, this is the silver medal killer he was guarding against day and night.

"I hate people who assassinate and sneak attack..."

With a hint of sarcasm and contempt at the corner of Wushuang's mouth, he stretched out his white and simple hand, and just wiped it lightly.

hum~
Without warning, a silver sword light appeared in the void ahead, which happened to appear at the throat of one of the shadows.

puff!

Blood spattered, and with a scream, the assassin died.

From Yang Fan's point of view, the killer seemed to have bumped into Wushuang's sword light by himself, and then his body was off the ground.

thump!
The terrifying silver medal killer of the Dark Blood Dynasty fell to the ground, his head rolled down, and there was an expression of disbelief in his eyes.

From Wushuang's shot to the end, to the final beheading of the silver medal killer, it only took a few breaths of effort.

Yang Fan couldn't help but gasped, no wonder Wushuang spoke so loudly, there was no match in the capital.

Just based on the way he killed the silver medal killer of the Dark Blood Dynasty just now, his strength has probably surpassed the foundation building stage. As for whether he has reached the level of a high-level monk, Yang Fan can't guess.

However, one thing is certain is that Wushuang's fighting will and realm must have reached the ranks of high-level monks.

In just a few breaths, what level of realm does it take to kill a cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Stage and make him defenseless?

Swish!
After killing the silver medal killer, Wushuang stepped back and returned to the fourth floor of the medical hall, but his face did not show any sense of accomplishment, his figure became more and more lonely, and he murmured: "I hope that person won't let me down..."

Yang Fan couldn't help asking: "Who is that person?"

"The number one warrior in Yuyang Kingdom." Wushuang took a deep breath and said in a strange tone, his eyes filled with anticipation and excitement.

"You mean Martial Saint?" Yang Fan suddenly realized.

King Yan mentioned to him before that Wushuang was recommended by his master Martial Sage.

Martial Saint is recognized as the No. 1 martial artist in Yuyang Country, his strength is unfathomable, and it is said that even the high-level people in the world of cultivating immortals are afraid of him.

Wushuang nodded: "In this capital, there are still two battles left, Hu Fei, and... you."

"Me?" Yang Fan's heart skipped a beat, feeling powerless for a while: "Your strength has been raised to such a high level, why do you still challenge us?"

"Have you forgotten the previous agreement, I, Wushuang, am a person who keeps promises." Wushuang said proudly.

"There are still two months before our agreement..." Wushuang said calmly.

"There are still two months..." Yang Fan sighed softly, looking in the direction of "Hanyuan Mountain" in the capital.

The date with "Fairy Yun" is also two months away. If Wushuang is ruthless, I don't know if I can live to that day?
"Three days later, I will have another battle with you." Wushuang smiled slightly, walked down the fourth floor, and said to Hu Fei.

"You..." Hu Fei clenched his teeth and said in a trembling voice, "You...do you think I'm afraid...afraid of you?"

Wushuang walked out of the Xianhong Medical Center with a vague figure.

Yang Fan stood in front of the window on the fourth floor of the medical center, looked at his back, and suddenly remembered something, took a deep breath, and said via voice transmission with his spiritual sense:

"Are you a warrior or a cultivator?"

Warrior, how could there be such a powerful force.

Whether it is Wushuang, King Yan, or the legendary martial saint, their powers are far beyond the level of ordinary warriors.

"Neither..." Wushuang paused, and his voice sounded in Yang Fan's mind.

Neither... what is that?
"I am..." There was a strange color in Wushuang's eyes, and he uttered two words softly:

"Wu Xiu."

Wuxiu!

Yang Fan was shocked when he heard these two words, as if he had been struck by spring thunder.

Wuxiu, there are actually Wuxiu in this world!

The so-called martial arts is to use martial arts to enter the Tao, to achieve the same effect as the cultivators of the pursuit of the world and the road of immortality.

In some ancient books, there are descriptions of Wuxiu. Entering Taoism through Wushu, the road is dangerous and extremely difficult, even more than ten times more difficult than cultivating immortals.But once you successfully enter this path, you will have a combat power far exceeding that of monks of the same level.

The biggest characteristic of Wuxiu is that his combat power is very strong, terrifyingly strong!
However, as martial artists, they also have disadvantages, that is, their lifespan is less than that of immortal cultivators of the same level, and they have fewer spells and supernatural powers in the early stage.However, Wuxiu's fighting power was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people in ancient times.

Staring at the direction of Wushuang's departure with complicated eyes, Yang Fan was full of thoughts. How much would he have to pay to defeat such an opponent?

Wushuang was originally an ordinary person, but when he was pregnant, he began to condense his body, thus shaping a perfect body.

His talent is very ordinary, but his comprehension has reached an unbelievable level.

The most frightening thing about Wushuang is "savvyness". With just a few words on the plaque on the Xianhong Medical Center, he can raise his realm to an unimaginable realm.

"If I want to defeat him, I must at least advance to the foundation building stage to have a glimmer of hope..." Yang Fan thought to himself.

However, his current cultivation is only close to Concentration Dzogchen, and it is almost impossible to succeed in building a foundation within these two months, unless he is given another year and a half.

"Two months is too tight..." Yang Fan shook his head.

Two months later, it was his chance to meet Yun Yuxi again, which was both anticipation and helplessness.

The silver medal killer is dead, Yang Fan has no worries about his life for the time being, and the Xianhong Medical Center has returned to calm.

Two days later, Yang Fan went to King Yan's mansion and found that Yu Wenxin had taken Sui Sui Pill with the help of King Yan half a month ago.

When he saw Yu Wenxin again, he was very surprised. This woman's temperament has changed greatly, her pretty face is as quiet as ever, and she is all over the country, but she is a little more holy and wise. Nine Heavens Xuannv, in her behavior and speech, there is an air of fairy dust.

"Xin'er, your Jiusu Xuanmai has awakened?" Yang Fan asked in surprise.

Yu Wenxin smiled lightly, a mysterious light bloomed in those bright eyes, as if there was a slight connection with some mysterious existence in this world.

"Xin'er calculates that brother Yang has been in some trouble recently..."

Yu Wenxin stared at Yang Fan for a moment, and spoke surprisingly.

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