Chapter 182 The Line of Life and Death (Part 1)

When the murderous intent that was as real as it was coming, Yang Fan felt a fatal crisis, which also stimulated the potential in his body. His energy and spirit rose in an instant, and the mist of life in his body turned into a roaring qi snake.

However, when his nerves were tense, the murderous intent that suppressed the entire fifth floor of the clinic suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Yang Fan did not dare to relax and immediately restrained his breath. He entered the "omniscient mode" in a short period of time, controlling all the abnormal movements in the entire "Xianhong Medical Center".

After a long time, there was no movement around, and the hidden murderous intent never appeared.

Whoosh!

Yang Fan captured a trace of afterimage and suddenly disappeared from his senses, with an extremely terrifying speed.

When it is still, it seems to merge into this void, and when it moves, it is as fast as thunder.

"What a terrible hidden technique... the assassination person is probably a strong man at the foundation-building stage!" Yang Fan looked shocked.

If he is facing the strong man in the Foundation Establishment Stage, he may have the ability to protect himself, and he will be exposed when the trump card is exposed.

But now he has to face the assassination of a strong man in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Killers, they will not take any morality and dignity into consideration, and they will use any means to kill people as their ultimate goal.

Fighting head-on with the monks in the early stage of foundation building, Yang Fan had the opportunity to protect himself, but in the face of assassination, the situation would be bad...

"I didn't expect that the last round of killers would be so terrible!"

Yang Fan frowned, and his close bodyguard Hu Fei was practicing in seclusion. He could only face this level of strong man alone.

"Mysterious Doctor, the murderous intent just now must have come from the 'silver killer' in the organization. It is said that among the low-level monks, no one can escape the assassination of the 'silver killer'."

Cang Yun felt a little worried. He just now felt the third round of killers' peeping, but he didn't take action because of his willingness.

"Silver Killer?" Yang Fan said with a little confusion: "He appeared just now, but he did not take action. I don't know how to achieve the results to avoid the last round of assassination?"

Cang Yun said: "There are only two situations. The first is that the silver medal killer dies. The second is that the silver medal killer takes three shots and all fails."

"Did you do that time just now?" Yang Fan asked.

"No, because he has not launched an attack on you yet." Cang Yun replied.

"I understand..." Yang Fan breathed a sigh of relief. He just needed to avoid the other party's three moves.

"Okay, you both should step down."

Yang Fan sent them down and did not further ask about the identity puzzles of the two.

"Cang Yun is a killer, this is a fact that it has been settled. Butterfly Lotus's existence is a bit strange. She seems to be just to get close to herself and has no malice..."

Yang Fan thought quietly.

At some point, his vest cooled down and he felt the faint murderous intent again.

This murderous intent should come from beyond his senses and consciousness.

A few miles apart, the man could clearly convey the murderous intent to him, which was really shocking. Therefore, the killer's soul realm was definitely higher than that of him, at least a strong man above the middle stage of foundation building.

The other party can stare at him all the time. As long as you find any gap, you will launch a fatal blow, making you unable to sleep or eat.

"No, I can't sit still and wait for death!"

Yang Fan showed a firm look on his face, immediately got up, sorted out the things in the storage bag, and even carried the mysterious black whip close to him. Even the iron-armored puppet was transferred to the storage.

Soon, he took out his pen and ink, wrote a letter, walked to the third floor of the clinic, and ordered an apprentice to call Hu Fei over. Hu Fei is currently living in the Yan Prince's Mansion and practicing in seclusion, and is a distance from here.

Yang Fan understood that he was alone, he was a passive situation after all. Only by finding Hu Fei could he have the chance to turn defeat into victory.

After waiting for an hour, the apprentice went away and Yang Fan felt something was wrong.

Two hours later, the apprentices sent out still did not come back.

Yang Fan sighed lightly, it seemed that the apprentice had suffered misfortune.

The killer was so powerful. He knew every pharmacist and apprentice in Xianhong Medical Center. Once someone went out to ask for help, he would wipe it out without mercy.

"It seems I have to go there myself!"

Yang Fan sighed lightly, greeted Pharmacist Lu on the third floor, and left alone.

"The miracle doctor just left..." said a guard.

Shortly after Yang Fan left, Die Lian's face changed: "Not good—"

At this time, Yang Fan had already walked a distance.

The streets were brightly lit and people came and went. Yang Fan walked slowly and slowly, his heart was as calm as water, and he was not moved by external things.

In the omniscient mode, he controls any abnormal movement in the surrounding space area, and his pace also maintains a strange rhythm.

The murderous intent lurking in the dark flashed from time to time, Yang Fan was calm and his pace was still the same.

The effort of walking for a cup of tea is about to reach the Yan Prince's Mansion.

Yang Fan was secretly happy. It seemed that the killer could not find any flaws and did not take action.

In less than a while, the Yan Prince's Mansion was right in front of him. Yang Fan accelerated his pace and walked towards the guard guard at the gate.

"Yang Yaoshi!" The guards of the royal palace knew him and hurriedly saluted him.

Yang Fan nodded and walked in.

"I finally arrived at the place..." Yang Fan breathed a sigh of relief.

There are countless masters in the Yan King's Mansion, and there are also the strongest man at the peak of the secular world. Even if the killer is strong, he still needs to consider it.

But at this moment, a faint cold light shot down from the eaves above Yang Fan's head.

This...how is this possible?

Yang Fan was shocked. It turned out that the killer knew that he would come to the Yan Prince's Mansion, so he lurked on the eaves at the door.

As soon as he entered, he just started to accumulate a force to attack the convenience. Such mentality and means were simply unpredictable.

It was time to say that soon, and the faint cold light looked like moonlight and was invisible.

However, in Yang Fan's eyes, it is the tentacle of death.

At the critical moment, Yang Fan had a green flying sword in his hand, and wisps of green spiritual energy were injected into it, blocking the faint cold light by a slight difference.

bite!

A brittle sound of light broke the tranquility of the night. Yang Fan felt an irresistible sharp aura coming, his whole arm was numb and he lost consciousness.

Not only that, there was also a domineering and weird force that attacked his body, immediately causing him to suffer severe damage.

Click!

The light cold light intersected with the "Qingfeng Sword" in his hand. During his breathing, this low-grade spiritual weapon was broken into two pieces.

The spiritual weapon was connected to Yang Fan's spiritual consciousness. The former was damaged. Yang Fan's mind was immediately damaged and blood spilled out of the corners of his mouth.

At this moment, Yang Fan saw clearly the light cold light.

It turned out to be a thin sword blade that was almost hidden in the night sky, with a color like moonlight.

Judging from the aura emitted from above, this is at least a top-grade spiritual weapon, or even a top-grade spiritual weapon!

call!

After cutting off Yang Fan's spiritual weapon, the thin sword blade slightly blocked and slashed towards his throat.

At this moment, it was Yang Fan who swung his sword, his spiritual weapon broke, his mind was damaged, and his body was severely damaged.

laugh!

Seeing that cold light was about to pass through Yang Fan's throat.

At this moment, Yang Fan waved his other hand and a blue brick blocked him out of thin air.

Ding ~

The sword-shaped thin blade that merged into the night hit this extremely thick medium-grade spiritual weapon without leaving any trace, and also saved Yang Fan's life at a critical moment.

Regardless of the spiritual weapon that was broken into two pieces, Yang Fan immediately injected mana into the green bricks. Immediately, a wall-like barrier appeared in front of him, with a green light shining.

Dangdang~

The sword-shaped thin blade stabbed out two swords like lightning, causing the protective layer to shake, and the blue light dimmed a lot.

Under the night, Yang Fan saw a blurry black shadow hanging upside down on the eaves. The spiritual weapon in his hand merged into the night moonlight, and the cold light flashed, like a deadly god of death.

"Not good! Someone is assassinating!"

At this time, the guards of the royal palace at the door all reacted and rushed over, but saw the incredible scene.

call out!

The vague black shadow, seeing this scene, jumped into the air and flew to the roof.

Then divide into four and fly from four directions.

Phantom clone technique?

Yang Fan stood there, holding an inconspicuous black whip in his hand, but did not take action.
To be continued...