Xianhong Road

Chapter 798 Retreat

"The next...is you!!"

Yang Fan slowly raised the broken sword, and with the will to kill the sword, he quickly locked on a certain person.

Who is the next target?
Swish! ! !
Everyone's eyes were cast on a majestic middle-aged man in a luxurious ancient robe high in the sky... Hou Zhendong! ! !
Zhendonghou's face was pale, and when his body froze, he felt a breath of death enveloped his head.

Although he had already made various precautionary preparations in advance, he even thought about the escape route.

However, when he was really locked on by Wushuang Broken Sword's death concept, any preparatory actions seemed powerless.

Even though they are thousands of miles apart, in Zhendonghou's senses, this sword almost ignores the distance between them.It was as if the broken sword had already stabbed in front of him.

When Yang Fan raised the Wushuang Broken Sword above his head, he had no way out.

Not only did he have no way out, but Yang Fan was also put in a desperate situation of death.

Either you die, or I die! !

Suddenly, Zhendong Houming realized the rules in this sword.

"stop!!!"

Zhendong Hou's expression was stern, and he gave a cold drink.

At the same time, he desperately injected the power of essence and blood into [Panlong Ring], and a majestic dragon energy condensed around him.

Even so, he still feels insecure.

"With the next strike, Yang is at least [-]% sure to kill you and win a chance for himself. And you only have a [-]% chance of surviving."

Yang Fan's calm and indifferent voice, in the form of kendo will, spread throughout the audience.

"You...why don't you do it?"

Wushuang's voice rang in his mind, trembling slightly.

Yang Fan didn't answer, didn't explain, and the artistic conception of death locked Zhendong Hou.

"Thirty percent chance of survival?" Zhen Donghou gritted his teeth and switched, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes: "You madman, you are betting your life!!"

"The bet is life!!" Yang Fan's voice was firm and decisive.

"But...my chance of survival is greater than yours."

Yang Fan clenched the broken sword's hand tightly, trembling slightly.

"Big brother..."

At this moment, Yang Huixin had woken up and found that Yang Fan was not dead, with surprise in her tearful eyes.

But when she heard what Yang Fan said about betting her life, her heart trembled, and her whole heart hung in her throat.

On the grand battlefield where Wan Jian worshiped, everyone stopped fighting.

Because they all understand that the next moment will determine life and death.

It's just that the odds of winning are three to seven.

Yang Fan has a [-]% chance of dying, while Zhendonghou has a [-]% chance of dying.

This is life betting! ! !
Boom! !
bang bang! !bang bang! !
The army of millions of immortal cultivators was dead silent, except for the humming of tens of thousands of swords and the pounding of heartbeats.

"If this king admits defeat..."

Zhendonghou said in a tentative tone.

After understanding the rules of this sword, he suddenly realized that Yang Fan seemed to intentionally leave him a glimmer of life.

Otherwise, with the decisiveness of this son, he would cut it down with a sword without hesitation.

"No ifs!!" Yang Fan said in an irresistible tone: "I will give you a retreat today. First, withdraw your troops, and you will not come to the Immortal Dao Sect for a hundred years. Second, bet your life with Yang!!!"

Retreat, or risk your life! ! !

Countless monks on the field were shocked! !
The countless monks of the Immortal Dao Sect are full of enthusiasm.

Hard enough! !Domineering enough! !

"Retreat... bet on your life... Retreat, or bet on your life?"

Zhendong Hou trembled, completely overwhelmed by the momentum dominated by Yang Fan.

Suddenly, Yang Fan took the absolute initiative.

Under the gaze of millions of monks, Zhendong Hou was very embarrassed, but he had no room to resist.

After a long time, his eyes dimmed, he looked at Yang Fan with a complex expression, and took a deep breath: "This king admits that you are ruthless and terrifying enough. You will definitely occupy a place in the future Daqin Xiuxian world."

"Your Highness means..."

The old fairy Bai Yu asked a little nervously.

At this moment, the Tianlan Immortal Formation was broken, and Zhendonghou still had a [-]% chance of rebelling.

"Could it be that the meaning of this king is not clear enough." Zhendong Hou waved his hand, and said a little weakly: "Retreat..."

retreat.

These two words, to Zhendong Hou, are extremely heavy, and also contain too much helplessness and unwillingness.

But for other princes, it was a relief.

huh~~~
Tianlinhou and the others breathed a sigh of relief, and the nervousness in their hearts disappeared.

The man with the broken sword on the ninth peak brought too much pressure to them.

No one is sure that he can resist the sword of death.

Not only were they not sure, even Qin Huang's avatar and the head of the Heavenly Demon Sect couldn't do it, and even the master Qianqiu Wuhen thought to himself that he had no power to fight back.

For the millions of immortal cultivators below the Zhendong Hou, it is even more like an amnesty.

No one is willing to risk their lives to fight.

What's more, under the magnificent landscape of Wanjian's worship, they have long since lost their will to fight.

One person, one broken sword, that man is like the shadow of death, projecting into the depths of everyone's heart.

"I really didn't expect... such a well-planned battle to destroy the family would be reversed because of the existence of one person."

The Heavenly Demon Sect Master sighed lightly.

When Yang Fan killed Feng Qinghou in one step, and his state was full, he expected that the general situation was over.

"What kind of existence is this person, and the broken sword in his hand."

Qin Huang looked awe-inspiring, and stared at the man on the ninth peak, who with his own power, eclipsed the army of six princes and millions of immortal cultivators.

"However, Teacher Qianqiu seems to know him. After returning to the capital, he only asked about this person..."

Qin Huang's gaze swept across Qianqiu Wuhen and Yang Fan, and he faintly noticed that these two had a kind of bearing that other strong men could not possess.

"retreat."

Following Zhendonghou's order, the remaining army of 70 million immortal cultivators withdrew from Lingding Xianfeng in an orderly manner.

"Withdraw from the Heavenly Demon Gate."

The master of the Heavenly Demon sect made a tactic, and the eight-phase Heavenly Demon melted into the pitch-black abyss, and then turned into a black spot, melting into the palm of his hand.

He resolutely led the reinforcements from the Tianmo Sect and immediately left Lingding Xianfeng.

On the east side of the town, several princes sorted out the remnants and defeated generals, soared through the clouds and drove away from the fairy peak on the top of the mountain.

Yang Fan retracted the broken sword, and Wushuang's voice came to his mind: "Thank you."

"No, I'm not willing to bet on your life."

Yang Fan sighed lightly.

When he used the Broken Sword to launch two life-threatening attacks, Wushuang Zeng sent a voice transmission: "This move can only be used three times in a row at most, otherwise it will be difficult for me to recover my body. The more times I use it, the more I recover. It will take longer."

In theory, this kind of life-threatening attack can support Yang Fan to use it three times in a row.

However, when Yang Fan activated it for the third time, Huan Tianya felt a sensation.

Wushuang deceived him to a certain extent.

Under normal circumstances, it can indeed be used up to three times in a row. Once exceeded, it will be difficult for Wushuang to restore his physical body.

However, after the battle with Huang Wuhou, Wushuang was seriously injured and almost exhausted.

In this way, it has been used three times in one day.

Yang Fan took the teleportation array and returned to Immortal Dao Sect in an instant, without much time to relax.

Therefore, just now Yang Fan gave Zhendong Hou a choice of retreat.

Zhendong Hou didn't dare to make fun of his own life, so he had to give an order to retreat.

Watching Zhendong Hou's army leave, Yang Fan heaved a sigh of relief, and a stone in his heart was also settled down.

"Starting from today, this king promises not to violate the Immortal Dao Sect for a hundred years. If Fellow Daoist Yang stays in the Sect for a day, our forces will not set foot here."

Zhendonghou's steady and powerful voice came from among the clouds in the distance.

"At the same time, Zhendong Prince's Mansion will open the door to Fellow Daoist Yang at any time..."

The last sentence is the sound transmission of divine thoughts.

Yang Fan was slightly taken aback, the Zhendong Marquis actually wanted to recruit him! !

"My lord's kindness is appreciated. Yang has his own path, does not belong to any force, and does not allow anyone to interfere. Even if it is the 'Skynet' Wu Zun, I will make him pay the price."

Yang Fan's voice was very peaceful, but with a unique arrogance.

This kind of arrogance is not like Wushuang's coldness that rejects people thousands of miles away, nor is it like Qianqiu Wuhen's independent indifference, but it gives people a feeling of bluntness and naturalness.

Zhendong Houfang and the powerful demon sect quickly withdrew from Lingding Xianfeng, far away from the holy land of cultivating immortals with nine peaks in Xianluan.

However, the strong support from the Great Qin Palace did not leave immediately.

"Thank you His Majesty Qin Huang for helping me this time."

Old Immortal Bai Yu saluted Emperor Qin slightly.

Qin Huang said indifferently: "If it is not to stop the plan of the rebels, I will not take action."

To put it bluntly, the temporary alliance between Qin Huang and Xiandaozong was only for their own interests.

Qin Huang's greatest enemy, besides the Demon Emperor Realm, also had the greatest villain, Zhendong Hou.

In contrast, Xiandaozong lives alone, aloof from the outside world. Although it does not submit to the Great Qin Dynasty, at least it will not rebel against it
"Before leaving, the emperor left a sentence: Those who follow me will prosper, and those who oppose me will perish!!"

Qin Huang's eyes swept across the Immortal Dao Sect coldly, and his eyes froze on Bai Yu and Yang Fan for a moment.

Yang Fan suddenly felt a piercing chill.

Even with a casual glance, it is hard to imagine the pressure Qin Huang put on him.

Judging from the reaction, Emperor Qin is not afraid of Yang Fan.

Does he have the confidence to resist that sword?

Yang Fan remained silent, he knew that Emperor Qin's true cultivation was unpredictable, and a clone could overwhelm the three princes.Then what is the realm of his main body who has mastered the [Nine Dragon Seal], and how strong is his combat power?
After Qin Huang left a word, he turned around calmly and left Lingding Xianfeng.

However, Qianqiu Wuhen didn't leave. His three avatars merged into one, and slowly flew to the ninth peak, floating in the air, looking at Yang Fan from afar.

"Grandmaster Qianqiu."

Yang Fan met his eyes, and there was a gratifying smile in their eyes.

At this time, Yang Fan suddenly remembered the situation when he bid farewell in front of the fairy artifact in the upper world:
"Aren't you going to Eternal Island?" Qianqiu Wuhen wondered.

"If you don't go, you will leave Neihai soon." There was a trace of melancholy in Yang Fan's voice.

"There will be a period later." Qianqiu Wuhen's figure flickered, and he sank into the deep sea. An indistinct voice came from afar: "If there is a destiny, we will meet again, the Great Qin Dynasty."

"Great Qin Dynasty? Qianqiu Wuhen... Are you so sure?" Yang Fan's eyes flashed a strange brilliance.

……

"We really meet again... But things in this world are unpredictable. Because of our different positions, we may be friends or enemies when we meet next time."

Qianqiu Wuhen looked peaceful, facing Yang Fan far away.

All of a sudden, the two people's sleeves moved without wind, giving birth to an invisible aura.

At this moment, in this dilapidated and desolate battlefield of cultivating immortals, it seemed that all the noise disappeared, and the field of vision was blurred, and there were only two people left between the sky and the earth.

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