Xianhong Road

Chapter 226 The Mystery of the Decisive Battle

Although Yang Fan felt a little displeased, his younger brother Yang Lei was in retreat at the moment, so he couldn't say anything.

Lin Zhong, who is also in retreat, is hitting the stage of concentrating.

After returning to Wuliu Town, Yang Fan temporarily began to recover from his injuries.

In a blink of an eye, half a month has passed, and Yang Fan's soul trauma is almost half healed.

"Wu Shuang's artistic conception of swordsmanship is really terrifying. Fortunately, if I were another monk and suffered such an attack, I would probably lose my fighting spirit and leave behind indelible troubles, and I would have no hope of being promoted to a higher realm."

Until now, Yang Fan's mind still often recalls the rock-shattering divine sword on "Yanyue Desert".

Staying in Wuliu Town, Yang Fan spends most of his time recuperating from his injuries in a short period of time, and his life is leisurely and peaceful.

During this period, Yang Fan contacted people from the "Dark Blood Dynasty" several times, and his direct subordinate Ling Feng also came to Wuliu Town secretly.

"When I'm not around, pay more attention to the situation here, and protect my family by the way."

Yang Fan has repeatedly urged.

"Elder, please rest assured, this is also what the king ordered."

Lingfeng said respectfully.

For some reason, since Yang Fan rushed back from the capital, Lingfeng became more and more in awe of Yang Fan.

"Elder, Lingfeng is curious about one thing. I heard that you had a decisive battle with Wushuang once, and you didn't lose."

Lingfeng asked curiously.

"Hehe, did you hear what the king said? When I fought Wushuang, no one was there."

Yang Fan was not curious that he knew about this, because Wushuang was also a member of the Dark Blood Dynasty.

Lingfeng smiled mysteriously: "There is a small declining sect in the Yanyue Desert called 'Hanyuemen'. On that day, all the disciples of the Hanyuemen in the entire oasis died, except for one disciple who was in the Qi refining period."

There is still one alive?
When Yang Fan heard this, his heart shuddered.

That day, it was just a battle between him and Wushuang, and Hanyuemen was not their target of beheading.

Then, some things did not develop according to subjective will.

However, it was that day that Yang Fan got to know Wushuang better.

"Elder, we can only guess the real outcome of the decisive battle that day, but we can't be sure." Lingfeng's eyes suddenly flashed with a strange light: "But were you responsible for the destruction of the Hanyue Gate? Apart from the decisive battle, What else happened there?"

"Indeed, it was a bit of a surprise." Yang Fan fell into a deep memory, and there was still a trace of nostalgia on his face, and various complicated feelings flashed in his eyes.

Lingfeng said cautiously: "Lingfeng is very curious, can the elder tell me."

Yang Fan pondered for a long time, and finally sighed softly: "You come to the medical center tonight."

"Yes, thank you elder." Lingfeng looked happy, with a few hints of attack in her eyes.

For a long time, Wushuang has been a mysterious existence in the organization, incredibly powerful, and even began to challenge the three most powerful kings.

The king once affirmed that: this son will surpass us one day.

On that day, in the Xianhong Medical Center, Wu Shuang killed the silver medal killer with one move, which caused a wave of turmoil in the Dark Blood Dynasty, which made him rise to the height of a legend.

The battle between Wushuang and Yang Fan is a mystery, and what happened on the oasis in the Yanyue Desert is even more a big mystery.

That afternoon, Yang Fan said to Zheng Xiaoman: "Go to rest early, leave this place to me."

At night, Yang Fan was sitting in the study in the inner hall of the medical center, and Hu Fei was standing beside him.

"Brother Yang, can you start talking?"

Hu Fei said expectantly: "In the decisive battle between you and Wushuang, who will win?"

After getting along for such a long time, the friendship between Hu Fei and Yang Fan has grown stronger day by day.

"It's time to start." Yang Fan nodded.

call out!
At this moment, a figure flashed in outside.

A woman in a blue gown appeared beside Yang Fan.

Hu Fei knew Lingfeng, so he didn't stop her.

"Elder, please speak, Lingfeng will listen attentively."

Lingfeng said respectfully.

"If I told you this today, would the king of the Dark Blood Dynasty get it the next day?"

Yang Fan said with a half-smile.

"This..." Lingfeng choked up her words, and said, "If the elder asked me to keep it a secret, Lingfeng would naturally not tell the king."

"Actually, it's not a big secret, you just listen to a story..."

Yang Fan smiled, and immediately fell into a deep memory, with mixed emotions on his face.

The study was quiet, Hu Fei and Lingfeng were quiet.

At a certain moment, Yang Fan even closed his eyes, and his deep voice sounded in this peaceful town medical center.

……

The wind roared, the yellow sand billowed, and the oasis was dark and chaotic.

Here, it seems to have experienced an epic battle.

A huge deep pit that does not belong to this place suddenly appeared in this desert oasis.

thump!thump!
The two figures fell to the ground almost simultaneously.

A terrible wound appeared on Yang Fan's chest, and a dazzling rainbow of sword lights appeared in his mind, causing a sharp pain in his soul.

His body was struggling in place, his face was contorted, and his expression was painful.

If it weren't for a part of his mind to stay in Xianhong's space, just the terrible sword wound from his body would have caused him to fall to death immediately.

This sword really crossed the low-level shackles and achieved an unimaginable degree.

If it was a little stronger, it could almost destroy Yang Fan's body and soul directly. Even if there was a fairy space, it would not be able to save his life.

On the other side, Wushuang was half lying on the ground, his hands trembling, tightly holding the sword inserted into the ground.

Wisps of tentacle-like dim light burned on his body, which was hard to swallow no matter what.

These gloomy lights originally belonged to the "Ghost Demon Flame".

In the exchange just now, when the magic flame collided with the sword light, Yang Fan was able to attack the magic flame on Wushuang's body.

At this moment, Wushuang's power was almost exhausted, his soul trembled, and his body was tortured wave after wave.

But in Wushuang's eyes, there is a vague and misty "sword", which makes his will ten times stronger, his soul is immortal, and his fighting spirit is immortal.

His strong will allowed him to survive, and a few traces of sword intent gradually emanated from his body.

"You are not dead..."

Wushuang gritted his teeth for support, and his eyes fell on the face of Yang Fan who was in extreme pain at the moment.

"Dead? How could I die like this..."

Yang Fan was extremely weak, and his body suffered unimaginable damage and damage. He could barely stand up, but was unable to walk.

Enduring the torture, Wushuang stood up while supporting the sword.

"Do you still want to fight?"

Yang Fan smiled coldly.

"I can't kill you..." Wushuang snorted, "I'm surprised by your ability to survive, are you cultivating both righteousness and evil?"

Dual cultivation of righteousness and evil?

Yang Fan couldn't deny it with a smile.

Immediately, his expression changed, and he said slightly mockingly: "Whether we can get out of this desert today or not is unknown."

All around, the sandstorm raged and roared, and the wind continued, and ordinary people couldn't even stand still.

The two were in the deep pit, and the impact was minimal.

However, Wushuang knew that the difficulties and hindrances they faced were not from these natural factors - but from the people in the desert.

"Clap!"

Applause came from outside the huge pit, and a middle-aged man's voice came: "Tsk tsk tsk... What a wonderful battle, Huang is really lucky."

This middle-aged man is a monk in the concentration period, and should be an elder of a certain sect on the oasis.

"Ants."

Wushuang didn't look up at the middle-aged man at all.

"Hehe, I'm an ant? If it was before you fought, that's right. But now... the magic weapon, spirit stone, jade slip, and your life are all in my hands."

The middle-aged man said with a smile.

Yang Fan looked pained and struggling, but he finally stood his ground, stared at the middle-aged man, and said word by word: "I'm afraid you won't be blessed."

After that, he walked slowly towards Wushuang.

"What do you want to do?"

Wushuang's eyes froze, and he raised the sword in his hand. It was a flawless silver sword, cold yet majestic, and exuded the breath of ancient times.

A powerful sword will surged from it.

The middle-aged man showed a strange look on his face, and he had some warnings in his heart. Even though the two were seriously injured, they were not as easy to deal with as he imagined.

If one of Wu Shuang and Yang Fan does whatever it takes, it is really possible to drag him into trouble.

Seeing this, he hastily retreated a few zhang away, and said to several disciples in the distance: "Ask Patriarch to come out, and we must keep these two behind!"

"Yes!"

Immediately some disciples went as ordered.

"Wushuang, what a shame and helplessness it would be to die at the hands of these ants?"

Yang Fan strenuously walked towards Wushuang and smiled bitterly.

The middle-aged man secretly spied on the situation of the two of them, not daring to act rashly.

"What do you mean?" A strange color flashed in Wushuang's eyes.

The two looked at each other, as if they could understand each other's meaning.

Yang Fan took a deep breath, and said surprisingly: "It's better... let's end each other's life."

"it is good!"

Wushuang agreed resolutely, with a gratified smile on his face: "It's better to die in your hands than in the hands of a few ants."

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man who was secretly spying was overjoyed:

What a great thing it would be if the death of these two people could be exchanged without paying any price.

Just like that, the two approached slowly, staggering, as if they might fall down at any moment.

puff!
Wushuang finally couldn't hold on anymore, and thrust his sword into the ground, barely stabilizing his figure.

With a plop, Yang Fan half-kneeled beside him, but put one hand on Wushuang's arm.

The two immediately began to compete.

"Do you still want to live..." Yang Fan lowered his voice and said, "I don't understand why you are willing to die like this?"

"Death? Of course I don't want to." Wushuang murmured with a confused look on his face, "I have already paid such a high price to get rid of the hidden 'Zhi Gao Tie Ze'. How could I be willing to die like this?"

"Okay, since you don't want to die, then give your life to me for the time being." Yang Fan took a deep breath: "I only have three chances to make shots, and your injury is not serious, as long as I dissolve the 'magic flame' in your body Soul', it can restore some of your combat strength."

"Tell me, what should I do?" Wushuang closed his eyes, slowly accumulating strength, he felt that Yang Fan was dissolving the inhuman torture in his body.

"Don't resist." Yang Fan whispered four words.

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(End of this chapter)