Xianhong Road

Chapter 542

(one more in the morning)
Layers of overlapping purple phantoms are changing and elusive in front of Yang Fan.

The general phantom clone technique, no matter how clever it is, as long as you use your spiritual sense to discern carefully, you can find flaws.

However, this Zixin real person has very good body skills and supernatural powers, he can actually intertwine breath and body skills in a short period of time.

Swish Swish Swish——

More than a dozen phantoms formed one piece, attacking Yang Fan at the same time, false and false, difficult to judge.

Yang Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

Clap! !
A fan with a golden feather bone handle appeared in his hand, poured with mana, and released a throbbing aura that made people feel uneasy.

"Peng Feather Fan..."

Among the dozen or so purple phantoms, there was an exclamation, and there was deep shock in that voice.

puff~~
Yang Fan's gaze was fixed, and the peng feather fan waved, and in an instant, the golden light shone, and a piece of golden light bloomed.

The next moment, the sky and the earth were dark, only the sound of howling and indefinite anger remained in my ears, and a violent hurricane enveloped several miles around.

In the hurricane, the golden light can be seen faintly shining, enough to tear everything in front of it.

If it is an ordinary hurricane, there is absolutely no such terrifying power to tear apart gold and iron.

Swish!

The continuous purple phantom in the void dissipated in an instant, leaving only a Zixin real person who was stirred by the hurricane and flew out like a piece of paper.

"Damn... This kid actually has the Pengyu Fan, one of the eight great treasured fans. If he launches a range attack, my body skills will be useless."

In the hurricane, Master Zixin couldn't help himself, purple light waves flowed all over his body, rubbing against the surrounding hurricane and light-colored golden light, producing dazzling sparks.

As the peak powerhouse in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, Bei Qin's top ten powerhouses, it is of course impossible for this large-scale hurricane attack to hurt him.

However, the monks stationed in the rear were affected.

"Not good! Run—"

A Jindan senior reacted first and immediately retreated.

Fortunately, they were still several miles away from the battlefield, otherwise these people probably would not have survived.

"what……"

When the hurricane reached here, there were still a few low-level monks who did not react, their bodies were torn into pieces, and their flesh and blood flew everywhere.

Such a situation made Master Zixin shocked and angry.

"Retreat, everyone retreats twenty miles!!"

Master Zixin's roar resounded for dozens of miles, causing the monks stationed behind the Seven Sects of the Jin Kingdom to quickly evacuate.

He deeply understands that in front of Yang Fan, who possesses a magic weapon with a large area of ​​destruction, thousands of troops are useless.

"Young Daoist Huang is quite strong, Peng Lushan's magic attack hardly poses any threat to you."

Yang Fan's smiling voice came from behind.

Immortal Zixin stabilized his figure in the hurricane that was gradually subsiding, and his figure turned into a series of phantoms again. In his hand, there was an extra purple dragon-carved sword. The lightning flashed on it, arousing electric snakes one after another, cutting out a piece of The wave of purple thunder submerged Yang Fan in an instant.

"Master, be careful, this is the famous magic weapon 'Purple Dragon Sword' of 'Purple Heart Real Man', it contains powerful thunder and lightning supernatural powers, and it is extremely powerful..."

Fairy Huan Ling's voice soon rang in Yang Fan's ears.

"Purple Dragon Sword?" Yang Fan also paid attention to the Zilong Diaolong Sword in the opponent's hand. It was obviously an ancient treasure of extraordinary origin, which brought him a faint crisis.

huh~~
Yang Fan took a light breath, and a brown straw armor was condensed all over his body, with green and earthy light shining on it, giving people a thick and tough feeling.

Puff puff puff puff...

The Thunder Snake and sword energy slashed by the Diaolong Zijian hit Yang Fan in front of him, causing the brown grass armor to shake violently, almost unable to resist.

The power of this sword is really terrifying, it is almost no less powerful than the Libao Mohuang Sword and the Overlord Spear.

Real Zixin can be listed as one of the top ten Nascent Soul powerhouses in the Northern Qin Dynasty, so it really is not a fuel-efficient lamp.

Yang Fan put away his underestimation of the enemy, and his figure was erratic in the void. From time to time, the peng feather fan in his hand "pulled" and turned into a golden fan shadow, bombarding away at close range.

Every time here, Zi Xin's phantom incarnation technique will be destroyed, and he will be in a hurry.

Peng Lufan's small-scale magic attack also poses a great threat to the enemy. The defensive shield "squeaks" and almost shatters.

Just like that, the two were erratic in the high air, and fought for a long time, regardless of the outcome.

As the battle continued, Master Zixin was secretly startled. Yang Fan was now very famous. Although he was a monk in the early Yuanying period, his strength was no less than his own.

When it made him feel even more uneasy, he faintly noticed that Yang Fan didn't seem to be doing his best.

Soon, Yang Fan retracted the peng feather fan, accelerated his attack in the battle, and slapped his palms out from the air, transforming into creatures with both form and spirit, and they fought inextricably with the real Zixin.

Finally, at a certain moment, the real Zixin's eyes flashed fiercely, and the Purple Dragon-Dragon Sword in his hand trembled suddenly, sending out a dragon chant that shocked the sky.

Immediately, Yang Fan felt a sense of pressure and threat, and thought to himself: "This seems to be the aura of the dragon, and its grade seems to be no lower than that of the demigod golden dragon..."

Sooner or later, the Zilong Diaolong Sword trembled and roared, and immediately turned into purple light soaring into the sky. The momentum was so powerful that it almost illuminated half of the void.

In the purple light soaring to the sky, the dragon chanted, and a purple thunder dragon with its teeth and claws could be seen faintly, carrying thunder snakes and purple energy overwhelming, rushing towards Yang Fan like a long river.

Under the mighty energy like the general trend of heaven and earth, Yang Fan looked dignified, and the brown straw armor all over his body became a little thicker.

At the same time, a green writing brush appeared in his hand, and he swung his arm suddenly, flying in the void.

In an instant, Qingxia trembled, and a majestic "Hong" character blurred out from the green brush, and magnified hundreds of times in the blink of an eye.

buzz-

Invisibly, it seems to be able to hear the sound of landslides, landslides and rivers rolling.

The word "Hong" expanded and enlarged in the field of vision, it was four or fifty feet tall, and collided fiercely with the illusory purple dragon and the purple air of the thunder snake.

Boom! !
The void trembled, the condensed clouds were smashed into pieces, the thunder snake rolled in the sky, and the wind and clouds moved together.

A huge impulsive force made Yang Fan drift back more than ten feet, and the thunder snakes around him "squeaked" but quickly disappeared into nothingness.

Master Zixin let out a muffled snort, his body was shaken back a few feet, and his face showed a frightened look, deeply feeling the majestic and earth-shattering power just now.

"Confucian magic weapon... are you a Confucian cultivator?!"

Real Zixin stared at the green brush in Yang Fan's hand, and exclaimed in horror.

Confucian monks are almost extinct in the Northern Qin Dynasty, and they are rarely seen.

However, in the Inner Sea, there are many Confucian sects.

The world in Yang Fan's paintings and the green brush are all obtained from the ancient Confucian treasures in Tianlan Temple, and their supernatural powers are not trivial.

It stands to reason that Yang Fan is not a Confucian monk, so it is difficult to exert the true power of the Confucian magic weapon.

But with the natural grandeur of his Xianhong Jue, he can use Confucian magic weapons with ease.

This point also surprised Yang Fan.

huh~~
Master Zixin took a deep breath, his complexion became more solemn, and his eyes were full of fear.

Just now, he almost used the strongest blow, but it was easily resolved by Yang Fan.

Even if the opponent was able to kill the Great Cultivator Nascent Soul, even if it was a fluke, he also possessed impressive strength.

He secretly groaned in his heart: It seems that today he might not be able to kill the opponent, at most it would be a tie.

"Hehe, Fellow Daoist Huang... the warm-up is over, now it's Yang Fan's turn to launch a real counterattack."

Yang Fan's calm voice came from among the clouds not far away.

Hearing this, Master Zixin's complexion changed drastically.

Warm up over?

These four words, like a heavy hammer, hit his heart hard.

Could it be that the other party didn't use all their strength in the thrilling battle just now?
With a thought of Yang Fan, the Peng Feather Fan appeared in front of him again.

puff la la la...

Suddenly, the entire golden feather bone handle fan was disassembled into several parts. As the light flashed, several golden light blades spun around him rapidly, and even the handle of the fan came out of his hand.

In less than a breath, these golden fan feathers and fan handles formed a pair of golden wings behind Yang Fan, with a golden surface.

It was a pair of golden wings with a length of two feet, overflowing with brilliance, exuding an aura of standing proudly in the world.

Even though they were miles apart, the pair of golden wings were so dazzling and even so clear.

There were hundreds of monks watching the battle from the two sides. Under the dazzling visual impact, their hearts were shocked, and their palms were covered with cold sweat.

After the Peng Feather Fan formed the golden wings, Yang Fan's body turned into a golden arc, the speed almost doubled, and he shot towards the real Zixin like lightning.

Zixin was terrified, and his figure turned into a layer of overlapping purple phantoms again.

The opponent's speed has been stabilized by a bit, and it is difficult to dodge at all.

Yang Fan sneered, and actually took the initiative to rush into the purple phantom, the wings on his back shook suddenly, and his body turned into a golden arc of light, dazzling and chilling.

puff——

Real Zixin's real and fake bodies were swept by the golden arc at the same time, all phantom projections disappeared, and the real body was almost pierced by the sharp one, and the defense layer trembled violently.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yang Fan slashed out with a single palm, the green species of life in his body shrank suddenly, and the air was oppressed for a while.

clap~~~
The power of this palm almost surpassed the level of a great monk, the air vibrated, and a yellow and green staggered light knocked Zhen Zixin into the air, the defensive shield was broken, and he spit out a mouthful of blood in midair.

Master Zixin's face was pale, and he felt that his body was almost collapsed, and his internal organs were about to be shattered. Under the protection of powerful magic power, he kept his body alive.

scoff!

Without hesitation, he held the Diaolong Zijian, which turned into a long purple glow and swept towards the sky.

"Want to run?"

Yang Fan showed a mocking look, his wings shook behind his back, his body flickered, and he saw the golden light flashing, following him like a shadow, chasing him away.

In terms of speed, Yang Fan was definitely better, and it was probably impossible for Zi Xin to escape.

Even if the opponent uses the secret technique, Yang Fan can still catch up with him if he uses the Xiangyun Boots with even stronger acceleration.

Master Zixin gritted his teeth, and released a burst of dazzling purple electricity from the Zilong Sword in his hand, which attached to his whole body, greatly increasing his speed, and leaped a hundred feet away, relying on his vital energy, to distance himself from Yang Fan.

Yang Fan smiled sarcastically, and also took out his Xiangyun boots, "swish", flashed twice, each time pulling closer to more than 100 feet.

Master Zixin was shocked, before he had time to react, his body was entangled by a black snake shadow, and his whole body went numb.

Just when Yang Fan was about to use the phantom blood-sucking snake whip to suck up this person alive, there was a sudden shout in the distance: "Stop."

(As soon as the update arrives, I'm really tired. I will update it in the early morning and intercept the recommendation ticket)
(End of this chapter)