That strong feeling of paralysis is transmitted along the flesh and blood, meridians, and even in the soul.

Not only that, but the entanglement of the mysterious black whip also contained a poisonous force that could not be taken lightly, invading the body and wreaking havoc.

Call!

Wushuang's body fell, and Yang Fan's eyes flickered with coldness, and he continued to infuse demonic energy into the mysterious black whip in his hand.

Buzzing~

The black whip fluctuated for a while, as if it was alive, and its power actually increased a few points.

Yang Fan was faintly aware that under the infusion of the Nine Demons and Demon Qi, the mysterious black whip in his hand had undergone a few changes.

Wushuang's body was tightened a little bit, and circles of pale black threads wrapped around his whole body.

He suddenly felt the slow flow of essence and blood in his body.

This is still him, if he is replaced by the flow of idle contemplation, wouldn't he be drawn into a dry corpse in a few breaths?

At such a critical moment, when life and death were on the line, Wushuang's eyes showed a look of fear.

However, there is more excitement and excitement than fear.

Under these emotions, his heart is actually extremely calm.

Yang Fan looked into his eyes, and in the dark space, a wonderful bright spot was produced, turning into a vague "sword", as if it had been reincarnated in time and space.

"What is this ......?"

Yang Fan was stunned, he had seen this kind of scene twice.

The first time was in the Yan Wang's Mansion, when Wushuang fought with the Yan King, and at the last critical moment, this scene was also presented in his eyes.

As a result, the battle ended, and it seemed to be a draw, but in fact, King Yan was defeated.

The second time was on the edge of Hanyuan Mountain, the decisive battle between Wushuang and Hu Fei. In the last move, in Wushuang's eyes, this ethereal and mysterious "sword" also appeared.

As a result, Hu Fei, who entered a complete madness like a wild beast, was easily defeated by Wushuang.

Airplanes~

In Yang Fan's senses, the vague "sword" let out a slight tremble, and a supreme sword qi that soared upwards and looked at the world was stimulated from Wushuang's body.

Phew――

At this moment, Yang Fan felt that Wushuang's whole person was like a sword, a peerless divine sword, fused with the "sword" in his eyes.

Rumble!

A powerful and peerless sword qi shot out in all directions, and the one in the center, as thick as a baby's arm, directly bounced the mysterious black whip away.

Yang Fan only felt a pain in his divine sense, obviously the terrifying power acting on the mysterious black whip, and a part of it was shared on his side, as if it contained a soul-level attack.

Woo Woo -

What followed immediately was a piece of strong sword qi, and the power of each path was enough to break the lower grade magic weapon, flesh and blood, and it was absolutely difficult to resist, unless Yang Fan was a human shadow divine beast.

Yang Fan didn't have time to sacrifice the magic weapon, he quickly retreated, and the black light mist around him immediately condensed a few points.

Puff puff!

Even though the reaction was relatively fast, due to the close distance, Yang Fan was still swept by three of the strong sword qi.

There were three wounds on the face, arms, and chest that went straight to the bone marrow, which made people tremble.

There was a tear and pain from the wound, which made Yang Fan feel the power of destruction. Even with his metamorphosis recovery power, it is difficult to recover in a short period of time.

Sou!

Yang Fan retreated sharply, buying time to recover from his injuries.

He only felt that the remaining destructive factors of those wounds were fighting against the thousands of cool trickles around him, and the friction was continuous.

Yang Fan immersed part of his mind in the Xianhong space again, and the continuous vitality on the green land surged, speeding up the recovery speed of his injuries several times.

"It's time for the end......"

Wushuang exhaled lightly, and his body was surrounded by sword qi like a gentle breeze, and the supreme power was enough to make the foundation building period monks daunted.

At this moment, the peerless seems to have reached a peak, an extreme.

The first person under Jindan.

Except for the existence of high-level cultivators and above, the rest of the people don't want to really compete with him.

Yang Fan smiled bitterly, and when he saw the true strength of Wushuang, he realized the gap between himself and him.

"Let's ...... over"

Wushuang's hand slowly raised.

In an instant, a silver thunderbolt-like sword qi directly cut through the space of dozens of zhang and slashed above Yang Fan's head.

This sword, carrying the general trend of heaven and earth, contains the artistic conception of the supreme sword, and also reveals the attack of the soul level.

With a wave of his hand, two cyan bricks appeared in front of him, and they immediately merged into one, forming an insurmountable copper wall.

Tie!

The cyan glow and pale golden runes flickered sharply, and the light immediately dimmed by half.

Burst!

A sword attack through the best spiritual weapon still hit Yang Fan.

Yang Fan's face suddenly turned pale, and his body shook lightly in the void, and he finally stabilized.

However, this blow has already traumatized his mind and body.

A large patch of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, staining his robe, running down his arm and flowing on the mysterious black whip.

Suddenly, a change abruptly occurred.

The mysterious black whip surged like a poisonous snake, and after absorbing Yang Fan's blood, the spirit surname increased greatly, and there was a faint illusion that he wanted to attack the enemy.

"Huh?"

Yang Fan faintly noticed something unusual.

At this moment, the mysterious black whip gave him the illusion of flesh and blood.

Call!

With a sudden wave of his hand, the mysterious black whip slashed through an afterimage in the void, sweeping across several feet of space, incredibly fast.

Everywhere they passed, life was silenced in the area.

Buzz~sizzle~

The mysterious black whip trembled in Yang Fan's hand, making a sound like the neighing of a poisonous snake.

Don't...... Yang Fan had some guesses in his heart.

At this moment, Wushuang, who was standing in the distance, shot again.

A cold arc of light struck in the blink of an eye, containing the general trend of heaven and earth and the supreme will of the sword, unstoppable.

Yang Fan's eyes froze, and the surname Suo waved the mysterious black whip in his hand.

Call!

The black phantom collided with the cold arc light.

Originally, Wushuang's attack speed was extremely fast, and it was difficult for Yang Fan to intercept it, not to mention that it was a long whip, not a shield, which was somewhat wrong.

However, the black whip was like a spirit, and it made a slight deflection in the void, just in time to collide with the terrifying sword light.

Bang!

The air trembled within a radius of a few zhang, Yang Fan felt his arm tingle, and there was still a trace of terrifying sword qi infiltrating his arm, injuring him, but it was more than the previous attack.

Seeing this scene, Yang Fan finally affirmed one thing, and suddenly threw the black whip in his hand into the air.

And the blood on his own body gathered sharply, and his eyebrows broke open, shooting out a crystal bead of blood.

This is the essence blood in the body of an immortal cultivator!

Beads of blood shot out, hitting the black whip just right.

Suddenly, a trace of blood light spread from the black whip, and the black light swelled, turning into a black snake as thick as a fist and two or three zhang long. Quickly circling and writhing in the air.

Sizzle!

The black snake swayed and writhed in the void, letting out bursts of hissing that transmitted a threat from the wild surname.

This seems to be a real poisonous snake!

Yang Fan was shocked, he still maintained a mysterious connection with the black snake in mid-air.

As soon as his mind moved, the poisonous snake "swished" and disappeared directly into the air.

The next moment, it appeared in front of Mushuang and bit directly at him.

Burst!

This black was unstoppable, and there were traces of blood light and circles of black light rippling around his body, and he actually pierced through the sword qi protective layer around his body.

What Yang Fan didn't dare to do, he actually let it do it easily.

This black, weird and domineering, speed, attack, and defense have reached an incredible level.

Wushuang's eyes froze, and his palms waved, shooting out a frenzy of sword qi in the stormy waves, and struck together with the black snake.

Bang bang......

A snake and a man are fighting in the void.

Yang Fan stood in the distance and controlled it, letting the black snake entangle Wushuang to death.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he seized the time to recover the lost mana and wounds.

At the same time, he also secretly assessed the Black Snake's abilities.

In the end, he actually came to a conclusion that the strength of this black snake had at least reached the peak of the foundation building period.

Due to its special material, its defense is extremely strong, and it is enough to compete with Wushuang in a short period of time.

However, Yang Fan also understood that the reason why the mysterious black whip produced such power was because of the effect of his essence and blood, which could not last long.

Thinking of this, the magic trick in Yang Fan's hand changed, and the fused cyan bricks pressed towards Wushuang from a high altitude.

At the same time, the black snake cooperated.

Musou parried sharply and swiftly, hitting from the air to the bottom.

As soon as he hit the ground, Yang Fan appeared a few feet behind him, and with a wave of his hand, he summoned the iron-armored puppet out.

"Up!"

Yang Fan's longitudinal ironclad puppet attacked Wushuang.

In this way, there is a black whip entanglement in close quarters, an ironclad puppet behind him to sneak attack, and a cyan giant brick in the sky to suppress it.

Besieged by these three, Wushuang faintly fell into the disadvantage.

However, with his own strength, these three things have reached Yang Fan's limit, and it is impossible for him to participate in them, unless he gives up one of them.

Although Wushuang has a terrible strength, in a short period of time, he also has a nest in his heart.

"Hmph, this is the method of immortal cultivators......"

Yang Fan sneered secretly.

The strength of immortal cultivators comes from all kinds of supernatural powers, spells and magic weapon props.

I don't have to do it myself, but I am better than thousands of troops, and I travel for nine days with immortal methods, looking down on the ants under my feet.

Immortality is nothing but an unattainable ultimate goal.

Strength and supernatural powers are the more direct benefits in the eyes of most monks.

Thinking of this, Yang Fan immediately urged the three things to launch a stormy and swift attack on Wushuang.

A trace of evil aura flashed between Wushuang's eyebrows, the "sword" in his eyes trembled suddenly, and the sword qi shield around his body suddenly shook and burst open.

Yang Fan's eyes lit up, and he felt a little bad.

Sonorous -

With a flash of cold light, Wushuang drew his sword.

A loud and crisp sword groan resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the invisible sword qi broke through the nine heavens and clouds, and the rolling dark clouds were dispersed.

A trace of thunder and lightning bombarded down, and it actually merged with the power of that sword.

At this moment, the heavens and the earth were dim, and all the brilliance was concentrated in the peerless sword that seemed to come from eternity.

Whew-

A sword light that was three feet long, carrying the power of the surrounding space, accompanied by the power of heaven and earth, slashed down.

Click!

The ironclad puppet was sliced in two, and it burst open, sending fragments flying.

The black snake let out a miserable scream, restored its original appearance, turned into a mysterious black whip, and returned to Yang Fan's hands.

The huge bricks above his head were bombarded by lightning and lightning, separated alive, and fell to the ground with a "bell".

Wushuang's face turned pale, and with the power of a sword, he slashed the last sword towards Yang Fan.

He himself understood that this was the last sword, and after the slash, he no longer had the strength.

Yang Fan was suddenly suppressed by a momentum that broke the cauldron and sunk the boat, gathered the power of heaven and earth, and the ancient sword way.

The final sword is the final sword, which determines the winner or loser.

Yang Fan accumulated all the remaining demonic qi in his body, and the dim black light mist around his body suddenly rose.

At the same time, a crescent mark suddenly appeared on his forehead, flickering bright and dark, extremely weird.

(To be continued)