Xianhong Road

Chapter 573 Sweeping the barbarians

"All withdraw!!"

The Black Wind Demon Emperor let out a loud cry, his figure turned into the afterglow of the black wind, and swept away from the sky.

Seeing that the situation was irreversible, he retreated decisively.

"Chase!"

Yang Fan's eyes shone brightly, the golden wings flapped on his back, and the silver light overflowed from his feet. With a "Chila", he disappeared from the spot and chased after the Black Wind Demon Emperor.

Holding the Mohuang sword in his hand, Shi Qianhan disappeared out of thin air, entered the space of Xianhong, and took a rest for the time being.

The Mohuang sword has reached the level of half-spiritual treasure. After the shocking squandering just now, it almost killed the big monk. There are thousands of monks who died under the sword.

Although very majestic, Shi Qianhan consumed more than half of his mana.

Seeing Yang Fan chasing after him, the expression of the Black Wind Demon Emperor changed slightly, and his escape speed suddenly accelerated a bit.

Although he boasted that he was not afraid of Yang Fan at all when fighting alone, but now that the barbarian army was retreating steadily, he had no intention of fighting.

Just like that, two groups of light and shadow, one black and one gold and silver, flitted across the sky and disappeared in a flash.

Seeing such a scene, being sent down to Feng Wujue and other high-ranking people, they couldn't help but be shocked and inexplicable.

Since the barbarian war, has there ever been such a war?
The Black Wind Demon Emperor is even more powerful, surpassing the Nascent Soul Cultivator in stabilizing pressure.

But now, the invincible Demon Emperor was killed and fled.

This even boosted the morale of the Northern Qin cultivators below.

The complexions of Patriarch Xuelian and Sanqing Sanren changed slightly, with mixed joy and sorrow.

But at this moment, there is no time to think too much. The three major monks of Beiqin led an army to hunt down and kill the barbarian monks who fled in all directions.

During the pursuit, the monk Bei Qin discovered a very strange situation.

Some of the barbarian monks suddenly convulsed all over during the battle, and then bled to death from their seven orifices.

Moreover, the skin of the deceased was blue and purple, and the body quickly turned into a ball of black water.

The death was appalling.

"Tianshi, something is wrong. Among the monks of my holy clan, some people have been infected by a mysterious poison. It may be a plague. I don't know when it was infected."

An old white-haired barbarian pharmacist reported to Tianshi Mu.

"What?" The black-robed Master Mu Tianshi unfolded his consciousness while covering the retreat, and also discovered this strange phenomenon.

thump! !

A person beside him suddenly fell down, bleeding from the seven orifices, but the corpse turned into a ball of black water.

The same happens all the time.

The black-robed Mu Tianshi gasped, and a look of astonishment flashed in his eyes.

"This kind of plague-like poisonous technique is contagious and will lurk in the monk's body for a short period of time, making it difficult to detect. It will only occur after excessive use of mana."

The barbarian old pharmacist trembled.

"I can't control this much anymore, you guys retreat quickly, and I will cover it."

Mu Tianshi suddenly saw a blood-colored light point approaching, it was the blood-refined patriarch, one of the three major monks of Beiqin.

He didn't have time to think, and immediately went up to meet him, wrestled with the blood refining ancestor, and immediately flew into the sky.

Another barbarian celestial master, who was as short as a dwarf, fought with Sanqing Sanren on the other side at high altitude.

Sword Immortal Ling Xiao was not restrained by the great monks of the same level, so he was invincible, and killed the barbarian monks who were in charge of covering.

Just as the Black Wind Demon Emperor judged, the situation is irreversible.

When he sneaked into Ancient Liang City to rescue Saintess Yehan, he missed it.

Yang Fan didn't play cards according to common sense at all.

At this moment, the Black Wind Demon Emperor is being hunted down by Yang Fan.

After running for hundreds of miles, the Black Wind Demon Emperor's eyes turned cold: "Your Excellency really think you can beat me?"

Yang Fan said with a smile: "Although I can't do anything to you, I can restrain you, and I can't integrate the barbarian army."

After finishing speaking, he waved the green brush in his hand "shuashua", and fought with the Black Wind Demon Emperor.

After the previous battle, Yang Fan found out the details of the Black Wind Demon Emperor.

In terms of cultivation and mana, the Black Wind Demon Emperor is not much stronger than a great monk of the same rank.

The reason why he is so powerful is that he has strange skills and, like Hu Fei, he has some kind of innate supernatural power.

Two, the Black Wind Demon Emperor possesses a "Ling Treasure of Inheritance", which is the cloak he is wearing.

This cloak coincides with his talent, it can strengthen his supernatural powers, and it can even make him look like a ghost, and he can use the strange wind escape technique.

These two advantages, combined with the terrifying scheme of the Black Wind Demon Emperor, no wonder the three major monks of Beiqin felt a headache.

However, Yang Fan is not afraid of him.

Yang Fan, who owns the Xiangyun boots, can be equal to the strange escapism in the black wind demon emperor's inheritance cloak.

Coupled with the golden wings of the Peng feather fan combination, Yang Fan can deal with the Black Wind Demon Emperor calmly after finding out the details.

The only thing to beware of is the inheritance cloak of the Black Wind Demon Emperor, which can pose a great threat to Yang Fan when the black wind power is activated.

As long as he is careful, with the help of Xiangyun Boots, Yang Fan will not be able to make a move.

The two engaged in an evenly divided fight at high altitude.

If it was on the ground, Yang Fan would probably have the upper hand, but the Black Wind Demon Emperor also knew his details. As the party being hunted down, he would definitely not be so stupid as to go to the ground to fight.

Just like that, the two fought and walked away, fighting until the sky was dark.

As time passed, the Black Wind Demon Emperor was worried about the situation of the saint monks and wanted to get away from the Hui clan.

But Yang Fan was more aware of his thoughts, so he clung to him.

Unknowingly, the two fought for days and nights.

Almost half of the time is spent in fighting, and half of the time is chasing and fleeing.

When chasing somewhere, Yang Fan found himself in a boundless desert...

Suddenly, he realized that he had killed himself in the territory of the barbarians.

"Hehe, Your Excellency the Demon Emperor, Yang will not send it away..."

Yang Fan paused, smiled and watched him leave.

The Black Wind Demon Emperor's complexion turned livid, turning into a black wind afterglow and disappearing from sight.

Yang Fan immediately turned back to Guliang City.

Along the way, he saw many corpses, some were monks from the Northern Qin Alliance, and some were barbarian monks.

However, the barbarian monks suffered significantly more casualties.

During the flight, Yang Fan's senses also sensed some barbarian monks who were either hiding or pretending to be dead, and naturally mercilessly killed them one by one.

At a certain moment, Yang Fan's consciousness caught a familiar breath.

It was Hu Fei.

Hu Fei, wielding a mace in his hand, was chasing and killing a barbarian Nascent Soul strongman.

It just so happened that this barbarian Nascent Soul cultivator was good at speed, so it was a bit difficult for Hu Fei to kill him.

The barbarian monk just flew here when he happened to see a glare of gold and silver rushing towards him.

After he saw the identity of the visitor, he couldn't help showing despair.

In the previous battle, he saw with his own eyes that the other party killed the uncrowned king of the saint clan, the "Black Wind Demon Emperor", and fled in despair.

At this moment, suffering from a strong person of this level, he was almost desperate.

Without even thinking about it, he turned around and ran, using his fastest speed.

clap~~
Yang Fan flapped his wings behind his back, and his figure turned into a golden and silver glare, catching up to him in the blink of an eye, and passing him by.

With a sound of "噗嗤", a sharp golden light cut open his body from top to bottom, the golden light overflowed, and then fell to the ground.

On the golden wings on Yang Fan's back, a miserable smear of blood could be seen, and it dissipated with a shake.

"Hahaha... You came just in time."

Hu Fei put away the mace and came to Yang Fan's side, extremely excited.

"Where's the Saintess Yehan?" Yang Fan asked.

"This... seems to be taking advantage of the chaos."

Hu Fei was a little embarrassed.

After some cross-examination, Yang Fan finally understood.

After Hu Fei captured Ye Han again, he was only focused on killing Ye Han, excited and excited, but lost the girl, perhaps rescued by another strong barbarian lurking in the city.

"Forget it, the battle is now settled."

Yang Fan didn't intend to pursue this matter either.

The use value of Saintess Yehan has been maximized.

After more than a month, the barbarian monks in Zhao State were hunted down and expelled, some fled, some died.

In just one month, Zhao Guo won a complete victory.

The barbarian monks from the surrounding small countries fled after hearing the news.

In less than two months, the barbarian cultivators who invaded the Thirteen Kingdoms of Northern Qin were defeated and all fled back to the barbarians.

Finally, on a certain day, the high-ranking Nascent Soul powerhouses of the Northern Qin Dynasty gathered in the central hall of Ancient Liang City.

Yang Fan and Hu Fei also participated in the conference.

At this meeting, Yang Fan felt the high-level gazes of many Nascent Souls gather.

His every move is watched by everyone.

Moreover, all the Nascent Souls looked up to him full of awe.

In the Thirteen Kingdoms of Northern Qin, only this person can turn the situation around.

He is the only one who can kill the invincible Black Wind Demon Emperor and flee.

At this moment, Yang Fan's prestige faintly surpassed the three major monks of Beiqin.

The hundreds of thousands of monks in the ancient Liangcheng witnessed the scene of this legendary man turning the tide.

The Black Wind Demon Emperor is no longer scary.

Patriarch Xuelian and Sanqing Sanren were a little embarrassed.

They had vetoed Yang Fan's plan many times before, but they never expected it to be true: the man in front of them really turned the tide of life for hundreds of millions of people.

What is even more incredible is that Yang Fan did not lead everyone positively from the beginning to the end.

Since Yang Fan came to Guliangcheng, he has been leading the battle from the side and secretly, and made a move at the most critical moment to decide the outcome.

"This time, our Northern Qin Alliance won a complete victory, all thanks to Yang Daoyou's action."

Sword Immortal Ling Xiao stood up and expressed his gratitude to Yang Fan.

Patriarch Xuelian and Sanqing Sanren also nodded in agreement.

Immediately, the entire hall was filled with praise and thanks to Yang Fan, and even some flattery.

These monks are all at the Nascent Soul level, how incredible it is that they can flatter them?

However, Yang Fan's eyes were clear, he was not shocked by honor or disgrace, and he didn't say a word.

Immediately, those Nascent Soul old monsters who praised and flattered were a little embarrassed.

After everyone calmed down, Yang Fan said lightly: "I don't know what plans you guys have next?"

"In this war, the nine barbarian tribes suffered heavy losses. It will take at least 100 years to fully recover."

Sanqing Sanren said with a smile.

"I, the Thirteen Kingdoms of the Northern Qin Dynasty, can enjoy at least a hundred years of peace." A Nascent Soul female cultivator said softly.

"madness!!"

Yang Fan's cold and indifferent voice cut through the festive hall.

Dead silence.

Everyone looked at him, terrified.

"I don't know, what opinion does Fellow Daoist Yang have?"

The ancestor of blood refinement asked.

At this moment, only three Nascent Soul cultivators dared to confront him.

"A hundred years of peace is really too short." Yang Fan's voice softened, and then he looked towards the west of Zhao country, and said decisively:
"What I want is... to cut grass and roots, and sweep away the barbarians!!"

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