"You...... You use poison?"

The cold light in the matchless eyes was revealed, and a powerful aura surged around his body, and the silver cold light was constantly running, to prevent the little bit of vitality in his body from peeling off.

"As a pharmacist, what happened to Yang's ability to do poison?"

Yang Fan said disapprovingly, and the strange light in his eyes disappeared.

He also knew very well that it was impossible to kill Wushuang with poison magic, unless the other party stood within the scope of poison and let him do it.

Moreover, this poison technique Yang Fan is still only in the realm of Xiaocheng, and it cannot be used in the process of moving quickly.

"Okay," Wushuang spat out a piece of green blood from his mouth, and his face returned to calm: "You are an immortal cultivator, you can use any spell, talisman, magic weapon, including poison ......"

Speaking of this, the momentum on his body faded a little, and there was a few happy smiles on the corners of his mouth.

Of course, Yang Fan would not think that the other party would admit defeat because of poisoning.

In fact, Wushuang had already driven back the poisonous power, and with his high-level realm, his recovery power was also extremely strong, and he could absorb a large area of heaven and earth aura at every turn and transform it into his own majestic force.

"I thought that controlling the power realm to this level would be enough to suppress you......"

A smile bloomed on Wushuang's ordinary face, and he said slowly: "Your survival ability is even stronger than I imagined, is this related to the strange exercises you cultivate?"

"But then, I won't show mercy!"

Wushuang's voice stopped abruptly, like this piece of metal, a fierce killing aura flashed in his eyes.

"If you want to kill me, under the high-ranking monks, I'm afraid no one can do it. ”

Yang Fan showed a proud expression for the first time, took a deep breath, and said in a strange tone: "Because my exercises are the only one in the world, they can be called against the sky. ”

"Hahaha...... Against the sky?" Wushuang smiled, "It turns out that you also want to go against the sky, it seems that we are like-minded." ”

It turns out that you also want to go against the sky......

The arrogance between Wushuang's words almost shocked Yang Fan.

What he said about going against the heavens was for the level of the exercises.

And what Wushuang said is an attitude, a disobedient attitude towards the avenue of heaven and earth.

"Come on, see if you're qualified to be my real opponent,"

The aura on Wushuang's body underwent a faint change, and when Yang Fan locked on him, he suddenly had the illusion of facing the vast ocean.

Faintly, Yang Fan felt an artistic conception similar to Xianhongjue from Wushuang's body.

It is a realm that seems to be able to embrace the mountains and seas.

Yang Fan's face was solemn, and two cyan bricks appeared in front of him, blooming with a brilliant green glow.

Call~~

Suddenly, Wushuang slapped a palm, and Yang Fan's gaze caught a phantom.

Smack-

An invisible palm that was long slapped towards his head with a soft force.

Yang Fan only felt that he was shrouded in a layer of shadows, as if a huge pot lid had fallen from the sky, and he couldn't escape his restraint no matter what.

"Go!"

Yang Fan's hands flew up, and the cyan bricks turned into three-zhang boulders, like a city wall, with a horizontal fence in front of him.

Bang!

The cyan bricks trembled, and the pale golden runes and glow immediately dimmed, and suddenly sank.

Yang Fan's complexion changed greatly, and he hurriedly sacrificed another cyan brick to form a second line of defense.

The second cyan brick also trembled, and the light dimmed a little, but it finally barely resisted the blow.

"What a terrible attack......"

Yang Fan took a deep breath and almost used all his strength to resist Wushuang's seemingly understated blow.

Shout!

Suddenly, Wushuang waved his hand, and an invisible sword qi, faintly revealing a faint cold glow, flashed in the air, and slashed at his head.

Yang Fan was trapped in an ice cellar, and he felt that the blood in his body was about to coagulate.

"It seems that we can't go on so passively......"

Yang Fan secretly said that it was not good, he couldn't let Wushuang launch a wave of powerful attacks, and if it went on like this, he might have no chance of reversal and would be completely suppressed.

"Fusion!"

Yang Fan's hands flashed like phantoms, and two sonorous words came out of his mouth.

Airplanes~~

The two cyan bricks in front of him suddenly leaned together, and circles of transparent filaments penetrated into each other, merging into one and not distinguishing each other.

Immediately, a blinding cyan glow erupted, and an even thicker and more intense coercion covered the area.

What is displayed in front of you is a huge square brick five zhang long, simple and heavy, covered with a faint golden texture, exuding a terrifying power.

Whew!

A cold light flashed in the void, and the invisible sword qi slashed in an instant.

And the metal texture on the huge square brick fluctuated, producing mysterious runes one after another, and the halo flowed, forming a powerful protective barrier.

Clang~~

The barrier formed by the golden runes trembled violently, and the light dimmed a little, and it was able to block this powerful blow without damage.

"Go!"

A cold light flashed in Yang Fan's eyes, and the magic trick in his hand changed, and he immediately took the opportunity to defend and attack.

Whoosh -

A hill of blue and gold fell from the sky, and the irresistible pressure fell on Wushuang's body.

At this moment, within a radius of several miles, all the light was obscured by this blow, and even the blazing light in the sky was dimmed.

Wushuang's hand trembled slightly, but there was a trace of excitement and excitement in his eyes.

The powerful power of the supreme spirit weapon made him feel a little bit of crisis.

He took a deep breath, his hands in the air, a majestic force, growing from his body.

Suddenly, his hands and arms were attached to a faint silver cold light.

At the moment before the supreme spiritual weapon was about to smash into his head, Wushuang remained motionless, as if intoxicated by an incredible realm.

No matter how the mountains and the earth cracked, and the volcano erupted in front of him, he couldn't make the slightest wave.

Yang Fan faintly felt a hint of unease.

Mushuang arrogance is not for nothing.

"Broken!"

Wushuang raised a palm that shimmered with silver coldness, and it slashed out like lightning.

Suddenly, Yang Fan only felt a thunderbolt flash.

Sonor!

The silver cold glow and the blue and gold light collided together.

The huge cyan bricks like a hill and the superlative spiritual artifact that surpassed the ordinary trembled for a moment, and the spiritual light on it peeled off layer by layer, and it was dimmed by a small half in the blink of an eye.

Wushuang sneered, and his other hand slashed away like thunder, with a groundbreaking momentum.

Bang!

The cyan bricks trembled again, and the aura dimmed to the extreme.

"Close!"

Yang Fan's face changed, and he immediately waved his hand, and the cyan brick turned back to his side, and a trace of horror flashed in his eyes.

This Wushuang is really terrifying, and even the best spiritual weapon dares to shake it.

If it's an ordinary spiritual weapon, then it's fine, but this is a heavy magic weapon.

Under the blow, it is enough to have the strength of ten thousand catties, coupled with the terrifying gravity supernatural power, even if a high-level monk is present, he will not dare to easily shake it.

Hu Fei, who is several times more powerful than **, comes over and bears such an attack, even if he doesn't die, he will lose half his life.

But Wushuang just did it, with a pair of flesh and blood palms, under the play of a perfect body and a superb martial arts cultivation realm, it was done.

Wushuang's figure floated in mid-air, his eyes were as deep as the sea, he stared at Yang Fan, and said lightly: "If you only have this little strength left, today's decisive battle should be over......

With that, he raised a silver palm, slowly opened it, and then slapped it hard at Yang Fan.

Call~~

Suddenly, Yang Fan felt that the area he was in was squeezed by the surrounding air and the aura of heaven and earth, and he couldn't even escape.

"This is not the power of a low-ranking monk......

Yang Fan almost lost the courage to resist in his heart.

At this moment, what Wushuang is showing is a realm of martial cultivation comparable to that of a high-level.

With every move, it seemed to control the power of heaven and earth.

Syllable!

An invisible large palm hit the protective layer in front of Yang Fan.

A majestic mountain-like power surged to Yang Fan through the best spiritual weapon.

His body ached so much that he almost fell apart and lost consciousness.

Yang Fan only felt that his body was fluttering, and the spiritual weapon under his feet didn't know where it had been left, and it roared away with his huge strength.

In the senses, the wind is harsh, and the wind fills the body.

His body had flown for miles and then sunk deep into the mountain.

Bang!

The mountain peak, which was several hundred meters high, trembled violently, and the soil layer cracked and almost collapsed.

When the dust and smoke dissipated, Yang Fan's figure was nowhere to be found.

However, in the soil layer of the mountain, there is still his breath.

It's just that...... The aura was fading, getting weaker and weaker.

It turned out that he was buried alive.

Wushuang froze into the void and sighed softly: "You are a good opponent, but it's a pity that I want to kill you today, who told you to take away the heart of my beloved." Otherwise, it will leave an unforgettable scar on my heart......"

Between the words, there was a faint sadness in his eyes.

But it's okay to lose your beloved, and you can devote all your energy to kendo.

Yang Fan's body was severely damaged, with multiple fractures and partial rupture of the meridians.

Even, he even broke his heart......

At this moment, Yang Fan's consciousness was almost unconscious.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, he left half of his mind in the Xianhong space.

On the green soil in a radius of hundreds of feet, thousands of trickles poured in, quickly repairing his injuries.

"After all, I guessed correctly, Xianhong Ring can save my life at a critical moment. ”

Yang Fan sighed secretly in his heart, when the pulse in his heart was repaired, he was immediately out of the danger of life and death.

"Fortunately, he is only at a high level, and he has not really stepped into the high level, otherwise this injury will be difficult to deal with......"

Yang Fan couldn't help but secretly rejoice.

At the same time, secretly, he ran the Dead Wood Gong, the breath in his body was hidden little by little, and all the organs in his body stopped functioning.

At the moment, he looked like a dead man.

"Dead...... He's dead?"

Wushuang was slightly surprised, and felt a little abrupt in his heart.

He unfolded his divine sense, investigated for a moment, and found that Yang Fan was really dead.

"It's a pity...... You're one step away from forcing me to draw my sword and unleash my strongest attack......"

Wushuang seemed to feel a little sorry.

Yang Fan lay in the soil layer, silently running the dead wood work, and his senses unconsciously merged into the soil layer and the earth.

He clearly heard Wushuang's regret.

"I pretend to be dead like this, I can fool Wushuang and save a lot of trouble......"

Yang Fan pondered.

However, he was faintly unwilling in his heart, and he still had killer weapons and hole cards, and he never went out.

(To be continued)