Wushuang's realm is extremely high, his body skills are superb, and he also mastered magical powers similar to "Wind Escape Technique". The White-bearded Ancestor cannot do anything to him in a short time.

However, Yang Fan on the other side seemed extremely weak and looked painful.

Immediately, the old man with white bearded rod and shot towards Yang Fan quickly. The green treasure tripod turned into a ray of light and flew into the sky above his head.

Immediately, an irresistible suction force came.

Yang Fan only felt the breath of death coming. Not to mention that he is now, even in his heyday, it is quite difficult to resist this suction force.

At this moment, there were bursts of severe pain from his soul level, and he was unable to drive the heavy magic weapon of the blue brick.

"It's up to you..."

Yang Fan smiled at Wushuang, letting his body be pulled towards the blue treasure cauldron in the air by the suction force.

He knew that his resistance was powerless.

At this last critical moment, only by cooperating with Wushuang can he kill the white-bearded old man.

Otherwise, both of them would be buried in this boundless desert.

Even though Wushuang's body skills are superb, he can only wander in a short time, but he cannot escape the pursuit of the white-bearded old man.

"After my sword!"

A blue light flashed in Wushuang's body and appeared four or five feet away from the white-bearded old man.

In an instant, a sword that carried the great momentum of heaven and earth slashed from behind, with the supreme sword art state reaching the soul level of the white-bearded old man.

When the sword was swung out, Wushuang's face turned pale.

This sword has overdrawn all his strength.

The old man with white beard immediately felt a fatal crisis. The green ruler under his feet appeared in his hand. With one wave of his hand, layers of light immediately formed, transforming into three colors of red, blue and green.

puff!

The powerful sword energy slashed the green glow, and the white-bearded old man trembled in the void, and there was still a sword attack that penetrated his soul.

Immediately, his body shook, blood spilled out of the corners of his mouth, and his mind was damaged.

However, Wushuang's strength was overdrawn and his body fell to the ground.

The white-bearded old man showed a few smiles of the winner.

Then, at this moment, Yang Fan, who was in mid-air, slowly raised his left hand.

The old man with white beard suddenly stiffened and the smile on his face also solidified.

Swish!

He entered a strange space, stood on a green land, surrounded by endless land of death, and the continuous breath of nirvana made him tremble.

"This...where is this?"

The White-bearded Ancestor just realized it, but found that his throat had been grabbed by a man.

"Is it... it's you?!" The old man with white beard looked at the young man in disbelief as if he was struck by lightning.

Isn’t he the weak young man?

What is going on and where is this?

The old man with white beard doubted whether he had entered the dream space.

According to legend, there is a strange magical power in the world of immortal cultivation. Cultivators can enter the opponent's dream and then kill the enemy in the dream.

Click!

Yang Fan looked indifferent and tried hard on his hand to crush the white-bearded old man's throat.

At the same time, the white-bearded ancestor in the desert oasis died immediately, and his throat was also crushed.

Dead! There is no power to resist.

Yang Fan took a light breath and landed on the ground.

Forced summoning, without paying a price, only about 50% chance of dealing with monks of the same level.

He took advantage of the moment when the old man with white beard was injured in his soul and his mind had a flaw, and he succeeded so easily.

It is really terrible to kill the same-level monks silently and without any resistance.

Yang Fan stared at the Hanyue Sect disciple who was dodging around, walked towards Wushuang unsteadily, and endured the severe pain at the soul level.

At this moment, he had a desire to fall asleep and not think about anything.

However, those Hanyue Sect disciples who showed hatred could end their lives by just one or two of them.

Because he only has the strength to barely walk now.

One step...two steps...

His pace became lighter and lighter, as if he was about to fall down all the time.

Wushuang lay on the other side without any strength, and Yang Fan walked towards him step by step.

"He is almost out of reach. Let's kill him and avenge the leader and the ancestor!"

A young monk's eyes were red.

"Go! Let's go together!"

These monks slowly approached here.

thump!

Yang Fan fell beside Wushuang, reached out to put his hand on his shoulder, and breathed a few breaths: "Look at you..."

His hand seemed to have magic power, and the spirit of Wushuang's eyes began to recover, and he gradually gained strength.

At this time, the remaining disciples of Hanyue Sect had already forced them over.

"Kill him! Kill them!"

"Whoever kills them will be qualified to be the new head of the sect."

Yang Fan smiled and slowly raised his death left hand.

ah!

These Hanyue Sect disciples were startled and looked at him with fear.

Just now, they could see clearly that this mysterious young man just stretched out his hand and instantly killed his ancestor.

As Yang Fan raised his hand, these Hanyue Sect disciples were a little afraid and did not dare to rush over.

In fact, only Yang Fan himself understood that this overbearing secret skill can only be used three times a day, and his number of times today has reached the upper limit.

He is doing this now just to delay time and give Wushuang a chance.

After a while, Yang Fan did not use the secret skills and smiled at these Hanyue Sect disciples.

"We were cheated! He has no ability to do it!"

Suddenly someone understood.

"Kill! Kill together!"

Suddenly, a few bold ones rushed over.

And at this time, Wushuang slowly stood up.

"How much strength have you recovered?" Yang Fan asked.

"One percent." Wushuang replied.

Yang Fan breathed a sigh of relief and nodded: "One is enough."

The remaining disciples are all qi refining, and Wushuang has one hundred percent of his strength, which is enough to deal with.

Whoosh!

Wushuang floated up, and a white shadow with strange body movements floated here on the desert oasis. The murder was without traces, and the clouds were quiet and the wind was light.

Yang Fan stood up with difficulty and barely used the low-grade spiritual weapon, Qingfeng Sword.

"Don't leave any one, kill them all!"

Yang Fan said coldly, and murderous intent appeared in his eyes.

His flying sword is specifically aimed at low-level monks who intend to escape.

A moment later, all the disciples of the Hanyue Sect on the oasis were killed.

Wushuang gasped for a while, and the sword was inserted into the ground without falling down.

"There is also underground." Yang Fan said lightly.

"You mean..." Wushuang asked.

"Destroy the family." Yang Fan said two words lightly.

"Yes, destroy the family."
To be continued...