When Yang Fan opened his eyes, he let out a long breath.

His eyes were not as bright as before, with mature temperament and vicissitudes. His skin tended to be rough and wrinkles were faintly visible.

Xiaowei actually had a strange illusion that Yang Fan was like a withered flower.

The youth, beauty and vitality have passed by him.

Yang Fan understood that according to the natural laws of life, he had gone through the most prosperous and vibrant stage, and his beautiful youth would no longer exist.

Flowers wither and people age.

He even had an illusion that his magic power and physical power in his body had declined.

But at the spiritual level, Yang Fan entered a mysterious realm.

He felt that he had touched a certain pattern faintly.

"Miss Xiaowei, I'm destined to see you again."

Yang Fan's voice was gentle and low, which was completely different from before.

At this moment, around the green light ball in his body, the five-color dazzling light was also showing a trend of withering, and the light was dim.

Within one step, Yang Fan stepped two or three thousand miles away, and his magic power flowed dimly and powerlessly.

"This guy is weird!!"

The Black Steel Protector standing in the sky suddenly noticed Yang Fan with his eyes closed, and he couldn't see through this person.

Because of Yang Fan's existence, he was incompatible with hundreds of thousands of monks around him.

"Since that's the case, I'll give you a try!"

The Black Steel Guardian pointed at Yang Fan with a rough finger that was not full of black patterns.

Suddenly, a terrible pressure was generated in the entire void, and a black pillar of air rushed towards Yang Fan with the terrifying power of breaking mountains and rivers.

"stop!!"

Xiaowei exclaimed, her little face pale.

Such an attack is simply a breeze to kill the fusion monk.

Hearing the sound of breaking through the air behind, Yang Fan still stepped slowly without making any changes.

Hub--

The black air pillar was like a deadly god of death, hitting behind Yang Fan.

He closed his eyes, regardless of everything outside, but behind him, a dull and weak five-color mixed light formed.

Puff~~~

The black air column hit his back, and its speed inexplicably slowed down, and then withered like a flower, and its power suddenly decreased.

Many monks on the field noticed this amazing scene:

I watched the black light column cool like fireworks. Under a dark rule, the power was weakened to the limit, as weak as an old man in the twilight.

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