The unparalleled realm is extremely high, his body is superb, and he has mastered a magical power similar to the "Wind Escape Technique", and the white-bearded ancestor can't help him in a short time.

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

Immediately, the white-bearded old man controlled the green ruler and shot towards Yang Fan, and the cyan treasure turned into a ray of light and flew above his head.

Immediately, an irresistible suction force came.

Yang Fan only felt the breath of death rushing towards him, not to mention that he was now, even in his heyday, it was quite difficult to resist this suction.

At this moment, there was a sharp pain at the level of his soul, and he was unable to drive the heavy magic weapon of the cyan plate brick.

"It's up to you......"

Yang Fan smiled at Wushuang, and let his body be pulled by the suction force towards the cyan Baoding in the air.

He understood that his resistance was powerless.

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

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

Even if Wushuang is superb, he can only swim in a short time, but he can't escape the pursuit of the white-bearded old man

"Take my sword!"

The cyan light wave on Wushuang's body flashed, appearing four or five feet behind the white-bearded old man.

Suddenly, a sword that broke through the sky with the general trend of heaven and earth slashed from behind, and the supreme sword artistic conception approached the soul level of the white-bearded old man.

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

This sword had already exhausted all his strength.

The white-bearded old man immediately felt a fatal crisis, and the green ruler under his feet "swished", appeared in his hand, and with a wave of one hand, layers of light were immediately formed, transforming into a three-color red, blue and green glow.

Burst!

The powerful sword qi slashed at the cyan 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, a blood stain spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his mind was damaged.

However, the unequaled strength was overdrawn, and the body fell to the ground.

The white-bearded old man showed a few victorious smiles.

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

The white-bearded old man's body stiffened suddenly, and the smile on his face froze.

Swish!

He entered a strange space, standing on a green earth, surrounded by the land of endless death, and the continuous breath of silence made his heart tremble.

"This ...... Where is this?"

The white-bearded ancestor had just come to his senses, but found that his throat had been grabbed by a man.

"Yes...... Is it you?!" The white-bearded old man looked at the young man in disbelief as if struck by lightning.

Isn't he the frail young man?

What the hell is going on, what is this place?

The white-bearded old man wondered if he had entered the dream space.

Legend has it that there is a strange supernatural power in the world of immortal cultivation, where cultivators can enter the dream realm of their opponents and then kill their enemies in their dreams.

Click!

Yang Fan's face was indifferent, and with a lot of strength in his hand, he crushed the throat of the white-bearded old man.

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

Dead! No power to resist.

Yang Fan took a light breath and fell to the ground.

Forced summoning, without paying a price, has only about a fifty percent chance of dealing with a monk of the same level.

He just took advantage of the moment when the white-bearded old man's soul was injured and his soul was flawed, and he succeeded so easily.

Directly and silently killing a monk of the same rank in seconds, and having no power to resist, this is really terrifying.

Yang Fan stared at the disciples of the Cold Moon Sect who were dodging around him, walked towards Wushuang with an unstable body, and forcibly endured the severe pain at the soul level.

At this moment, he has a kind of **, he wants to fall asleep and don't think about anything.

However, those Cold Moon Sect disciples who showed hatred on their faces, just one or two could end his life.

Because all he has left is now the strength to walk.

One-step...... Two-step ......

His steps grew lighter and lighter, as if he were about to fall at any moment.

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

"He's dying, let's kill him and avenge the head and the ancestor!"

A young monk's eyes were red.

"Let's get on together!"

The monks slowly approached this direction.

Thump!

Yang Fan fell to Wushuang's side, stretched out his hand to put his hand on his shoulder, and took a few low breaths: "Look at you......"

His hand seemed to have magical power, and the sparkle of his peerless eyes began to recover, and he gradually gained strength.

And at this time, the remaining disciples of the Cold Moon Sect had already forced over.

"Kill him! Kill them!"

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

Yang Fan smiled and slowly raised his left hand of death.

Yes!

These Cold Moon Sect disciples were startled and looked at him with a look of jealousy.

Just now, they could see it clearly, this mysterious young man just stretched out his hand at random, and killed his ancestor in seconds.

As Yang Fan raised his hand, these Cold Moon Sect disciples were a little frightened and didn't dare to rush over.

In fact, only Yang Fan himself understood that this domineering secret technique could only be used three times a day, and his number of times today had reached the upper limit.

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

After a while, Yang Fan didn't use any secret techniques and smiled at these Cold Moon Sect disciples.

"We've been deceived! He can't do anything about it!"

Suddenly, someone understood.

"Kill!"

Suddenly, a few bold ones rushed over.

At this time, Wushuang slowly stood up.

"How much strength have you regained. Yang Fan asked.

"Ishei. Wushuang replied.

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

The rest of these disciples are all Qi refining streams, and Wushuang has a strength, which is enough to deal with.

Woohoo!

Wushuang floated up, and a strange white shadow floated on the desert oasis, killing people without a trace, and the clouds were light and the wind was light.

Yang Fan stood up with difficulty, and reluctantly sacrificed the Qingfeng Sword, a low-grade spiritual weapon.

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

Yang Fan said coldly, with murderous intent in his eyes.

His flying sword was specifically aimed at low-ranking monks who intended to escape.

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

Wushuang gasped for breath, and the sword stuck on the ground, not falling.

"And underground. Yang Fan said lightly.

"What do you mean......" Musou asked.

"Destroy the door. Yang Fan spit out two words lightly.

"Yes, destroy the door. ”

Wushuang nodded, his eyes were not shocked, and with a great will, he stood up.

Afterwards, the two shuttled through the desert oasis, easily found underground caves one by one, and slaughtered those hidden disciples of the Cold Moon Sect one by one.

When all this was done, the two of them lay weakly on this oasis of yellow sand, and then they both passed out......

Three days later, two staggering and weak backs, one black and one white, took the oasis as the starting point, and walked in two directions at dusk.

Then, the dust settled.

The mystery is finally revealed.

Wuliu Town Puai Medical Center.

In the study under the light, Yang Fan's voice also stopped.

Hu Fei and Lingfeng looked shocked and sighed, and they were still immersed in the indescribable atmosphere.

Of course, there are still some differences between the version Yang Fan talked about and what really happened. He revised some of the details and kept his hole cards and killer features.

"After the decisive battle, you should have many chances to kill the peerless ......," Lingfeng said.

Yang Fan said coldly: "He also has many opportunities to kill me. ”

"If I have the slightest disagreement with either of them, then the two of us don't want to live. ”

Yang Fan slowly raised his head and looked in a distant direction.

There, after a decisive battle with Mushuang, he went his separate ways.

At the time of separation, Wushuang was dressed in white, with a sword, and two sleeves of fresh breeze, and floated away.

As for the rest of the loot, it all belonged to Yang Fan.

At that time, Yang Fan was even a little embarrassed to accept all these things.

You must know that among these trophies, there is the treasure of the "Cold Moon Gate".

Later, he learned from the jade slip of the White-bearded Old Ancestor that thousands of years ago, the Cold Moon Sect was a powerful immortal cultivation force, and there were even high-level monks in the sect.

The cyan treasure tripod, named 'Cave Void Treasure Ding', has been inherited for thousands of years, and it is a miraculous treasure, which is not bad at all compared with the best spiritual weapon.

The green ruler used by the white-bearded old man, called the 'Three Spirit Ruler', can be attacked and defended, and it is a valuable high-grade spiritual weapon.

In addition, to destroy a small sect of cultivating immortals, Yang Fan obtained countless jade slips, ancient books, spirit stones, materials, etc.

Yang Fan still vaguely remembered what Wushuang said before leaving: "Friend, I'm leaving......"

"Friend?" Yang Fan was stunned.

Wushuang didn't look back, and said slowly: "In this world, the only person who can let me rest assured to hand over my back to him......"

Yang Fan wanted to speak at that time, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he didn't say a word.

Of course, he couldn't see Wushuang's expression, and the two turned their backs to each other.

"Also, our battle is still not over, unless one of us can completely subjugate the other......"

Wushuang is gone, without a trace of smoke.

Yang Fan knew that Wushuang was lonely, he had no father and mother, no love and affection, and the only person he loved deeply could not be approached.

"Well, that's the end of my story. ”

Yang Fan let out a long sigh, waved his hand, and motioned to send off the guests.

Lingfeng and Hu Fei still looked like they were not finished.

"I feel like the Elder's story is hiding something, and that's where its soul is......"

Lingfeng looked at Yang Fan and said only intuitively.

Yang Fan smiled indifferently.

Maybe a few years later, when he meets Wushuang again, the two will still fight big.

But the memory of the two when they said goodbye will only be buried in the bottom of their hearts.

Lingfeng said goodbye to Yang Fan, feeling a little disappointed, she felt that she had just heard an incomplete story.

That night, Yang Fan's mind immersed himself in the "Xianhong Space", saying that he usually repaired his soul wounds.

At this moment, he caught a trace of unprecedented soul fluctuation in the Xianhong space.

This scared him.

Aside from himself, there seemed to be no other creature in this space.

(To be continued)