: One vs Two

Within a few miles of radius, hurricanes roared, sand and stones flew, and were dim, as if the end of the world was coming.

"ah……"

The screams of despair came continuously, thrilling.

The dozen strong men with the lowest cultivation level in the Foundation Establishment Stage were undoubtedly killed instantly and were thorned into pieces by the hurricane.

Then there was the high-level Jindan level. The defensive shield did not last for half a breath, and then he cracked in half with a "click", followed closely, and killed in seconds.

The fairy of the Phantom Spirit and the young man in purple felt that their bodies were not under control and were blown away like pieces of paper.

The power in the hurricane made the defensive shields on the two of them "squeak" and barely resisted.

After all, it is the high-level Yuanying. Although the Pengyu Fan is an extremely powerful ancient treasure, it is not realistic to attack such a large-scale range and kill cultivators of the same level.

However, under the pengyu fan, killing the existence below the Nascent Soul stage made these two Nascent Souls even more embarrassed.

Yang Fan's goal has been achieved.

At this moment, the roaring hurricane had not stopped. Yang Fan held the Pengyu Fan and flew leisurely towards the two of them, calm and relaxed, as if he was appreciating their embarrassing appearance.

The fairy's lightly tied hair was scattered in the hurricane, and her noble palace costume was also messy, and even broke a few places, revealing a touch of snow-white and warm red.

The young man in purple had a pale complexion. When he first met, he didn't know what kind of magical powers Yang Fan had used, which made his life span for decades.

At this moment, I was barely supporting this fierce hurricane, my body couldn't help but feel nervous, and my psychological panic was inexplicably caused.

When the power of the hurricane weakened, a green shadow flashed over, Yang Fan stepped on the green light marks and appeared near the two of them, looking at them with a smile.

Yang Fan was still holding the Pengyu Fan, as if he wanted to do it again.

"Stop!" Fairy Huanling exclaimed, and Hua Rong lost her color: "Fellow Daoist Yang, can you let us go?"

She seemed to have seen that Yang Fan wanted to tease them.

That's right, Yang Fan just wanted to have a good "game" with them.

Compared with the Three Evil Old Demon who practiced the Nine Nether Demons's Demonic Art and promoted to the late stage of cultivation, the two people in front of him were simply insignificant.

Since the two sides met and found out their identities, Yang Fan began to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger. On the other hand, he also wanted to see what their purpose was to go to Xianlai Sect.

When Yang Fan learned that the young man in purple had tried his best to take his woman by any means, he had already developed murderous intentions.

Hearing the call from the fairy of Phantom Spirit, Yang Fan temporarily put down the Pengyu fan and said with a smile: "Decades ago, Yang witnessed the fairy's beauty in the Jiuyou Secret Realm. I didn't expect that I could meet again in Luoshan Kingdom today. Since leaving the Jiuyou Secret Realm, you and I have been in a hostile relationship. Does the fairy still want Yang to show mercy?"

The fairy's bright eyes showed a complex look. As early as before the Nine Nether Secret Realm decades ago, the other party was an ant-like existence.

At that time, Fairy Phantom Spirit transformed into Fairy Lingxia and did not notice Yang Fan's existence at all.

For Yang Fan, the Lingxia Fairy back then was like a god, transcendent and out of the world, with a hazy fairy spirit and unattainable.

However, now that the situation has changed drastically, Yang Fan has mastered the other party's life and death destiny in an understatement.

"The Nine Nether Secret Realm... The surname is Yang..." The young man in purple murmured to himself, suddenly feeling shocked: "Are you that Yang Fan? The Yang Fan who killed the great cultivator of the Nascent Soul?"

Yang Fan.

This legendary name can be said to shock the high-level officials of the Northern Qin Dynasty.

After killing the great cultivator of the Yuanying, Yang Fan, the only one in the Northern Qin Dynasty, has enjoyed this honor for thousands of years.

In private, most advanced Yuanying levels believe that this matter is mostly lucky and are dissatisfied.

But when this legendary figure is truly standing in front of you, it is hard not to be shocked and excited.

What's even more terrifying is that such a famous person is still his own enemy.

The young man in purple clothes then understood why the fairy Phantom Spirit had no courage to fight at all. When he saw Yang Fan take action, he ran away directly.

At this moment, he was extremely regretful.

Fairy Huanling sighed quietly: "I dare to ask Fellow Daoist Yang, how can we let us go."

"If you escape, you will definitely be dead. If you can hold on for ten rounds in my hands, Yang can let you live."

Yang Fan smiled leisurely.

The young man in purple clothes and the fairy of Phantom Spirit looked at each other, and the two took a deep breath and nodded.

After ten rounds, they still have hope.

Of course, if Yang Fan truly possesses strength comparable to that of a great monk, they may have a small chance.

Swish!

The two of them swayed and appeared on both sides of Yang Fan.

"Fellow Daoist Yang, please give me advice." The young man in purple clothes had a solemn look in his eyes, and he had no other emotions.

The ultimate delay is how to escape from the other party.

They believe that with Yang Fan's prestige and height at this moment, he still disdains to keep his word.

A black crown appeared on the top of the young man in purple, and a pair of green boots with rippling waves appeared under his feet. He held a black halberd and his demonic energy rolled.

The fairy of the Phantom Spirit had a dignified and solemn appearance. She raised her jade hand and a ring on the index finger of her right hand, emitting a ray of colorful light waves, lingering all over her body, looking so beautiful and extraordinary.

At the same time, she waved her hand again, and a comb appeared in front of her, emitting a sharp breath.

Yang Fan smiled and stood in the air. He did not move. Instead, he took back the Pengyu Fan.

"Occursed."

The comb in the fairy's hand gently stroked, passing by a series of colorful light marks that were ten feet long, shaking like a shuttle shadow, with sharp attacks and shining light and shadows.

"go!"

The young man in purple shouted, and the black halberd soared two or three feet, waving a series of earth-shaking shadows, causing the surrounding turmoil.

"Brother Yang..."

Linghu Xiaoxi was watching the battle in the distance, and there was a lot of worry in her phoenix eyes.

The people of Xianlai Sect were stunned.

The middle-aged man surnamed Sun seemed even more powerless and said to himself: "The rumors are true..."

Most of the matters about Yang Fan's killing of the great cultivator of the Nascent Soul were limited to the top leaders of the Immortal Cultivation World.

He could see that the two of them did not have much resistance in front of Yang Fan.

Faced with the attacks of the two powerful Nascent Soul masters, Yang Fan was calm and composed of green grass armor, and light yellow light patterns flashed.

Dingding bang bang...

Yang Fan stood in the air, motionless, allowing the two to attack.

If you observe carefully, you will find that on his green grass armor, green light and yellow patterns intertwined.

Gradually... the yellow pattern suddenly adhered to the grass armor made of green silk threads as solidly.

When the two are truly integrated, a brown light armor is formed, forming a solid protective layer on Yang Fan's body.

Under the fierce attack of the two, the brown grass armor swayed slightly, absorbing most of the magic power.

This is the first time that Yang Fan uses petrochemical secrets to use them on green grass armor, which greatly increases his defense.

In this case, even if he doesn't stand on the ground, the defense of this brown light armor can be comparable to the top-level defensive magic weapon, or even stronger.

The only drawback is that it consumes a lot and there is no earth under your feet. The recovery speed and ability to borrow the power of the earth are greatly weakened.

After a fierce attack, the fairy of Phantom Spirit and the young man in purple were shocked, and the other party was invincible at all.

But this is even better, ten rounds are over and they can escape.

It's almost half over ten rounds.

The two of them were even more secretly happy.

However, at some point, Yang Fan suddenly moved, and his body rushed towards the Phantom Spirit Fairy like lightning. He swung a palm and slashed hard. A yellow light flashed in his sight.

Bang!

The defensive shield of the Phantom Spirit Fairy suddenly cracked, but the ring on her right finger was dazzling, and a wisp of colorful light waves shook Yang Fan away.

Yang Fan showed a strange look, and the ring in the other party's hand turned out to be an ancient treasure, which seemed to be a life-saving thing.

No wonder the three old demons of the Three Youth had been chasing her for tens of thousands of miles with their mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivation. They failed and were later rescued.

Brush hissing-

The fairy Phantom Spirit immediately waved the comb in her hand, and the colorful shuttle shadows followed her like shadows and attacked Yang Fan.

"The last three rounds are left..."

The young man in purple clothes was overjoyed and attacked from behind.

Yang Fan showed a sarcastic look on his face, and a blue-stick brush appeared in his hand.

Call ~~

The green bar brush swept through the void, and a magnificent blue halo was shaking with him as the center.
To be continued...