The two of them faced each other in the air, their eyes full of excitement, excitement, sparks of anticipation, and a faint hint of fear......

That's right, and fear.

In this life-and-death battle, all the emotions of the two were vividly revealed, because there was no way to hide them.

This is a true sign of the emotions of the human heart. No one can truly ignore death in the face of death.

Success or failure in life and death is only a matter of millimeters.

In just one round of the competition, the spirits of the two converged unprecedentedly, and they didn't dare to have any reservations and distractions.

"This is not the right battlefield. ”

Yang Fan glanced at the sparsely populated bamboo forest under his feet.

Although it is a remote part of Kyoto, there are still some people living there.

In the battle against Musou, he must do his best to play a number of hole cards.

Yang Fan doesn't want anyone with a heart to know his true strength and various means, secrets.

Sou!

Yang Fan's sword turned around and turned into a faint shadow, like an arrow from the string, flying towards the north.

The emerald air currents on his body formed a cyclone, making it difficult to spy on his true face.

Wushuang's face was not shocked, stepped on the void, and just went with him.

It's just that there is a bit of anticipation and excitement in his eyes, and there is only one emerald point of light left in his pupils.

Woohoo -

The two of them moved one after the other, the scenery under their feet moving back quickly, and the wind was whistling in their ears.

The speed is getting faster and faster, and at a certain moment, the things under your feet are blurred,

100 Miles...... Two hundred miles...... Five hundred miles......

Fly farther and farther.

Yang Fan was as calm as water, calm and composed, and his speed reached an unbelievable level.

In this process, the mana was consumed rapidly, but his perverted recovery power allowed him to be able to withstand such a rapid state for a long time.

If you change to a foundation building monk of the same level, in this state, flying for two hours, I am afraid that you will collapse.

But Yang Fan flew continuously for half a day, his face was not red, his heart was not beating, and his breathing was steady.

I don't know how many miles they flown for, but when night fell, the two flew to a barren desert.

Wushuang always followed him, at the beginning, he was still a little impatient, but then the corners of his mouth pursed slightly, his heart was peaceful, and he followed behind Yang Fan, not slowing down, not leaving.

He understands that this battle is a process of fighting wits and courage, and it will also test people's perseverance and heart.

Looking at this barren desert, Yang Fan's figure suddenly froze: "That's it......

The two of them slowly landed on the ground.

Through the map of Jade Jian, Yang Fan learned that this place is called 'Yanyue Desert', covering a radius of thousands of miles, and it seems that there is a small sect hidden here.

"Fight!"

The light in his eyes was condensed, and he was dressed like snow-white clothes in this desert place, which was quite conspicuous.

After speaking, he threw two punches in the air, and a ripple suddenly rippled in the air around him.

Smack!

The invisible palm power was born, and the cold light in the void flashed instantly, and the pressure in the area suddenly rose several times.

Sizzle~

In the desert under the two of them in a straight line, a gully two feet deep silently appeared, straight in a line, without a trace of bending.

Yang Fan stood in place, the emerald air flow around him whirred, and he slapped his palms like flowing water, faintly feeling a little floating.

Bang bang!

Yang Fan and the sharp palm in front of him that seemed to be born out of thin air collided together.

An extremely uncomfortable feeling came, and Wushuang's attack contained a sword aura like a sharp edge, which could almost instantly penetrate the mountain wall.

Even if the fine iron is placed in front of you, it is no different from tofu, and it will be broken with one blow.

Integrate the artistic conception of kendo into every detail, whether it is punching or kicking, or other attacks, all contain Xiao Xiao's sword energy.

Yang Fan's body retreated sharply, but he only dispersed the seventy percent power of the two palms in the air, and the rest of the power was like a bamboo, attacking his arm, making him feel inexplicably painful, and his meridians immediately burst.

Fortunately, his Immortal Hongjue power turned into a trickle of hot springs, dissolving the remaining power.

As for the injuries he had just suffered, he had recovered most of them between breaths.

Smack!

Musou attacked again.

"It's not the way to go!"

Yang Fan's eyes lit up, and there was an extra cyan brick in his hand.

Airplanes!

A cyan glow turned into a stone tablet as wide as three zhang, blocking in front of him, and on this huge brick, there was also a layer of mysterious runes, flashing with a faint golden glow, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

Bang Bang!

Two metal-heavy clashing sounds were heard.

These two sharp punches returned in vain.

Wushuang glanced at the cyan brick in front of him in a slightly surprised manner.

Yang Fan sneered, I am an immortal cultivator, how can I fight with Wu Xiu in hand-to-hand combat?

Immortal cultivators are good at magic weapons, spells, and supernatural powers.

"Go!"

As soon as the magic trick in Yang Fan's hand changed, the cyan brick turned into a cyan afterimage, and with a "whoosh", it pressed towards Wushuang.

As soon as Wushuang was about to cast a magical power similar to the Wind Escape Technique, he felt a great pressure hit him, which immediately made him fail to cast the spell.

Seeing that, a huge shadow of bricks had descended on his head.

Since you can't dodge, you can only shake it.

Wushuang raised his hands, lightly lifted them up, and touched the cyan bricks.

Bang~~~~~

The cyan bricks were bounced open, and the shuanghuang figure flew several feet away, like a blank piece of paper, without any strength.

Yang Fan was stunned, the huge bricks weighing more than a thousand catties were smashed down with all kinds of might, but they were easily resolved by Wushuang and retreated.

This is the power of martial arts?

From the fight to the present, Yang Fan has discovered a phenomenon that Wushuang has not used a power beyond his own level.

In the first two exchanges, the strength used by Wushuang may be lower than Yang Fan, and only this time when facing the magic weapon, he used a strength close to Yang Fan.

"Strange, my 'Instantaneous Wind Technique' actually didn't work just now......

Wushuang looked at the huge slabs hovering in the air with a slight surprise.

With his speed and instantaneous wind technique, he was enough to dodge before his opponent's spirit weapon attacked.

But Yang Fan's cyan bricks contained a strange gravity that locked the space, and he had no choice but to choose to shake it hard when he couldn't catch it off guard.

Yang Fan was secretly happy in his heart, but he didn't expect the cyan brick to have such a miraculous effect, which almost made Wushuang suffer a dark loss.

Sou!

The huge bricks struck again, a huge shadow dangling through the void, and a cyan glow bloomed, and then fell like a hill.

Shout!

This time, Wushuang had already taken precautions, and his body "swished", and at the moment before gravity fell, he dodged a blow, and then hit Yang Fan.

In Wushuang's deep eyes, a cold light flashed, and his body shot at Yang Fan like a sharp sword, and he punched out with a punch in his hand.

Boom!

A punch was thrown, and a silvery cold light swirled around his arm.

Suddenly, a column-shaped light and shadow shot out through the air, carrying a force that made the soul tremble.

Yang Fan's heart was throbbing, and it was impossible to recall the cyan bricks immediately.

Seeing this, he raised his hand and waved, and another cyan brick appeared in front of him.

Airplanes!

The cyan glow shone brightly, forming an impenetrable barrier.

Bang!

The three-foot-long cyan brick trembled suddenly.

Immediately, a faint fluctuation passed through the spirit weapon and hit Yang Fan.

Under the lock of the divine sense, a wisp of transparent silver sword qi could be faintly captured and entered Yang Fan's body.

Suddenly, Yang Fan's body stiffened slightly, and he almost fell from the air, and the emerald halo in his mind flowed endlessly, violently rubbing against the silver ray.

Call~

Yang Fan returned to normal, but he was afraid.

Just now, he was fortunate to sacrifice another cyan plate brick in time to resist most of the attacks, so that he could fully deal with the sword intent attack at the soul level.

Wushuang stood a zhang away, looking at Yang Fan with another magic weapon in front of him, his face was different, and the cyan halo on his body flashed, and he disappeared in place.

Whew-

The next moment, the huge brick in the distance came over and slapped at the place where he had come from.

Poof!

The afterimage of Wushuang was extinguished, and it appeared three zhang away, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Suddenly, he found that Yang Fan's exercises were strange and extraordinary, his staying power was so strong, and his hands were full of tricks.

Even under the huge realm gap, it was difficult for Wushuang to take his life in a short period of time.

"How long can I see how long you can hold out?"

Wushuang smiled coldly, his body turned into a white shadow, and he jumped towards Yang Fan.

"Humph!"

Yang Fan threw one of the bricks at him.

Bang!

The huge bricks slapped hard at the predetermined position.

Whew!

Suddenly, Wushuang split in two, dodged the attack, and then split up and struck at Yang Fan.

Yang Fan's eyes froze, and he couldn't tell which one was the real body and which one was the fake body.

The two peerless, with exactly the same breath, exuded a sharp sword aura that broke through the sky.

Whew!

In this case, Yang Fan was contemplating two purposes, attacking one of the Wushuang with a cyan brick, and the other cyan brick was responsible for defense.

However, the mutation is reborn!

Whew!

The two Musou float in the void, and both of them can use the "Instantaneous Wind Technique".

Although the cyan brick is powerful, speed is not its forte.

Seeing that the two Wushuang had already approached him.

Seeing this, Yang Fan stretched out his hand and waved, and the two cyan bricks disappeared into the void at the same time.

He actually took back the artifact!

At the moment when the cyan bricks disappeared, Yang Fan's hands were staggered, and a strange green light was condensed in his eyes, and circles of invisible green phantoms, like water waves, dispersed in all directions.

Immediately, one of the peerless bodies stiffened, and a strange color flashed in his eyes, while the other Wushuang disappeared into the void with a "buzz".

The strange green light in Yang Fan's eyes was endless, faintly igniting a ray of green light, mysterious and weird.

The circle of invisible green phantoms is invisible to the naked eye, silent.

This is exactly the poison technique that Yang Fan has practiced for a long time - a thousand miles of silence.

Thousands of miles of silence, obliterating vitality, domineering and vicious.

However, this poison technique is very difficult to cultivate, and it requires the exercises to run retrograde.

Wushuang was caught off guard and entered the range of poison art that was silent for thousands of miles, and the vitality in his body was suddenly corroded, lost rapidly, and spread to the whole body.

Buzz~

The cyan light wave around Wushuang's body flashed, leaving the scope of the poison technique and appearing ten zhang away.

The next moment, I saw that his face and hands were purple and blue, and the color was getting darker and darker, and his face was extremely ugly.

(To be continued)