Wushuang sighed lightly, looked at the place where Yang Fan was buried alive, turned around, and slowly flew in the direction of Kyoto.

At the same time, Yang Fan, who was lying at the bottom of the soil layer, was faintly unwilling in his heart.

"This son's potential is terrifying, if he really stops here, he won't be able to get rid of his threat after all. ”

Yang Fan's heart was awe-inspiring:

I can hide for a while, but I can't hide for a lifetime.

Wushuang, who was dressed in white and won the snow, had just flown out a mile or two, and suddenly stopped.

He turned his head suddenly, looked at the battlefield just now, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes, he took a deep breath, and said:

"Come out, I know you're not dead!"

It turned out that when Wushuang left, Yang Fan's heart had a wisp of murderous intent and unwilling emotions, which in turn made the dead wood gong flawed.

Wushuang's senses are extremely acute, and his sense of murderous aura and battle intent has reached the point of being superb.

He has a perfect human body and is a natural warrior.

Yang Fan was still lying in the soil, and after hearing this voice, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, the soft and inclusive aura on his body began to change.

A deep black light flashed from his eyes, and there was a sudden heart-stopping throbbing around him.

Wushuang stood two miles away, clearly feeling the spread of a strong aura, and his face couldn't help but show a little excitement.

Boom!

The soil cracked, dust flew in the sky, and a cold young man in a black robe leaped into the void.

That cold face, like a snow-capped mountain that has not melted for thousands of years, a coldness and contempt piercing into the bone marrow flashed in his eyes.

"Who are you?"

Wushuang's face changed, and he stared at the man in front of him carefully.

"I, Shi Qianhan. ”

The black light mist on the black-robed man's body flickered, and he didn't even use external objects to fly in.

During the foundation building period, there were only a few methods and secret techniques that allowed monks to travel the sky without using magic weapons and props.

And the Nine Shadows Demon Skill is a peerless Demon Skill that shocks the ancient and modern times, Yang Fan comprehended the power of the essence of the Demon Dao, and at this moment he actually reached a height beyond the same level.

"Shi Qianhan, what is your relationship with Yang Fan?"

Wushuang would not be stupid enough to think that Shi Qianhan jumped out of thin air.

"I'll talk about winning the battle. ”

Shi Qianhan's cold and irresistible voice sounded.

"As long as it is a strong opponent, I will not refuse anyone who comes. ”

Wushuang didn't think much about it, he was a martial idiot, since there was an opponent coming, how could he refuse.

Whoa!

In the sky, two figures, one black and one white, were rapidly approaching.

Wushuang floated out of the dust, like a sword immortal among people, and Shi Qianhan had a demonic aura, like a demon master.

In a moment, the two were less than ten feet apart.

Shi Qianhan's palms were covered with dense black textures, like intertwined and complicated veins, and a destructive and violent aura spread, only making the soul tremble.

Syllable!

With a split palm, the space seemed to tremble, and the black texture turned into a ripple and spread out, suppressing the area from which Wushuang came out.

Yang Fan's spirit has also reached an unprecedented peak.

This palm was the strongest blow in his life in the past twenty years, and it brought out the essence of the power of the Demon Dao to the fullest.

With just this blow, he squandered a quarter of his demonic energy, and faintly reached the peak of the foundation building period, wanting to surpass a powerful shackle.

This battle stimulated his blood surname, as well as the demon heart in his heart,

Wushuang stopped, his face was solemn, and only the dark palm like a deep hole was left in his eyes, and his heart trembled, and he was unprecedentedly excited.

He took a light breath and swiped one hand into the void.

Suddenly, the space in front of me gives the illusion of collapse.

A soft silver light formed a strange vortex that stretched in front of Wushuang's body.

This vortex is not visible to the naked eye, but can only be sensed by induction or divine sense.

His existence seems to transcend some common sense and embraces everything in the world.

Airplanes!

The dark and deep hole of the palm and the spread of the strange black texture collided with the strange vortex in front of the Peerless body.

Immediately, the silver and black halos flashed wildly, staggered and collided, causing a drastic change in the aura of heaven and earth.

At this moment, the wind roared, and gusts of cyclones and storms swept away in all directions with a slight center of the two people.

Above the heads of the two, dark clouds were thick, and lightning flashes were faintly visible.

The terrifying aura of the world was generated in front of the two of them, and the creatures within a radius of dozens of miles trembled and throbbed.

After a few breaths, the mutation suddenly appeared, and the two of them looked back together.

Rumble!

In that space, the power of silver and black suddenly exploded, and the violent and terrifying aura spread for miles in an instant, forming a hurricane between heaven and earth, causing a terrible sandstorm to occur in this desert land.

Immediately, the dust and smoke were billowing and the sand was full of dust, and it was almost impossible for the idle people to survive.

"Pick me up a few more tricks!"

Shi Qianhan's figure "swished", turned into a black afterimage, and shot towards Wushuang in the storm and dust.

Bang bang bang!

Shi Qianhan swung out again and again, the strange black texture was like a death light wave, centered on the dark palm like a deep hole, covering the area, wanting to shatter a vacuum, the domineering demonic power, straight into the sky.

Wushuang's movements are still not slow, or fists or palms, and they are constantly striking, each blow carries a general trend of heaven and earth, and the artistic conception is extraordinary.

Two figures, one black and one white, crossed the afterimages in the sky, and launched a rare and protracted battle.

Boom!

From time to time, there was a thunderous sound in the void.

The sandstorm has not yet dissipated, and the battlefield of the two keeps spreading, fighting and leaving, each showing strange magical powers.

Before you know it, an oasis appears ahead.

Bang bang bang!

The powerful momentum and earth-shattering sound attracted the attention of an immortal cultivator sect on the oasis.

"What kind of people, fighting over there, it's almost to our territory!"

A certain Qi refining monk exclaimed.

"Demonic energy...... There's a terrible demonic aura over there. ”

"There's a powerful Demon Dao monk who has killed him!"

"Go and inform the Patriarch. ”

The whole oasis is in chaos.

After a few breaths, two figures, one black and one white, appeared in the sky above the oasis, and the terrifying aftermath of the fist and palm exchange made the hearts of the low-level monks below tremble.

"Master, it's not good! It's not good to ...... big thing."

A middle-aged man in the middle of his concentration rushed into a secret room and shouted.

"What's going on?" came an old voice.

"There is a demon powerhouse who has killed him, I'm afraid it will cause chaos. Middle-aged panicked road.

The door to the chamber opened, and out came an old man with a gray beard, who spread his mind and observed the scene above the oasis.

Immediately, two terrifying breaths came.

One of the demonic aura made him feel even more familiar.

The patriarch's face changed greatly: "These two people can't be provoked, notify all the disciples under the sect, and hide underground!"

"Yes!" the middle-aged monk quickly ordered.

"There are actually monks who practice the 'Transformation of Gods and Demons', and this is mostly related to the 'Three Shadows Old Demon'. ”

The patriarch looked horrified.

Bang bang!

At this moment, the two people in the battle suddenly fell to the ground, and the invisible power made people tremble.

"I'd better hide it quickly......"

He shuddered, and without saying a word, the earth-colored light on his body flashed, enveloping him directly into the dust, and there was no trace of him.

At one point, the two combatants suddenly stopped.

"Shi Qianhan, your strength is good, but if you want me to draw my sword, it's still a little bit hot. ”

Wushuang is dressed in white and wins snow, and is spotless in the sand and dust, elegant as a sword fairy.

Shi Qianhan's body was shrouded in a layer of black light mist, rippling with faint ripples, gradually dimming.

"I have to admit that even if I grasp the essence of the power of the Demon Dao and double the power of the Demon Dao, I am still a step behind you. ”

Shi Qianhan said lightly.

He was very honest.

Wushuang is too strong, and even stronger when it is strong.

I thought that just before he was buried in the soil, he was forced to exert more than seventy percent of his strength.

But now it seems that it was wrong.

The Nine Demon Skills, the power of the original power is far superior to that of ordinary exercises, and coupled with Yang Fan's mastery of the essence of the Demon Dao, it has more than doubled its power.

At this moment, he has raised his fighting spirit and spirit to the peak, and he is already the strongest moment in history.

"Unless you reach the highest level, it will never be possible for me to use my true power. ”

"Because, even I don't know how much strength I have......"

Wushuang smiled slightly bitterly.

"I understand...... Yang Fan took a deep breath: "Under the high level, you are the first person." ”

If you don't reach the high level, it will never be possible to force Wushuang to exert all her strength.

His artistic conception is extremely high, his physical body is perfect, and his potential is unlimited.

Since that epiphany, Musou has undergone a qualitative change, and in order to unleash his own strength, he must challenge stronger opponents.

Wushuang's characteristic is that he has extremely strong attack power, and can kill monks of the same rank at every turn, while Yang Fan's characteristic is that his survivability is perverted. If it weren't for that terrible recovery ability and perverted physique, how could he have persevered until now?

"In that case, then I'm going to start using the magic weapon. ”

Yang Fan said lightly.

Although hand-to-hand combat is the strength of the Nine Demon Skills, if you have the blessing of the magic weapon, the power will be even greater.

Call!

A red feather fan appeared in his hand.

This is a medium-grade attack spirit weapon, called the Red Feather Fan, which was derived from the Concentrating Great Perfection Monk who intended to assassinate him last time.

Yang Fan injected demonic energy into it, his eyes were calm, and he waved suddenly.

Call!

A hot and suppressed fan-shaped flame rushed in, and the flame was faintly wrapped in a faint black light, which made people's souls throb.

The combination of the Nine Demons Demon Qi and the power of the Red Flame High Temperature produced a great power, not to mention molten gold and iron, even if it was an ordinary magic weapon, it could be melted in a moment.

No face showed different colors, his fist was split out in the air, and his body was fluttering.

He didn't dare to touch the power of this demonic flame directly.

Whew!

Yang Fan roared, and his figure approached.

At a certain moment, a three-zhang long scorching fire snake erupted from the red feather fan, wrapped in black light, and circled like a spirit and wrapped towards Wushuang.

Sou!

At the same time, a faint snake shadow shot out of Yang Fan's hand silently.

Wushuang slashed out with a palm, the flames exploded, and his body moved to the side with the momentum.

Shout~~

And at this moment, the silent snake shadow happened to wrap around Wushuang's bare feet.

It's hard to prevent!

Suddenly, Wushuang only felt that his feet were numb, and his body was almost stiff.

It was a mysterious black whip, like a poisonous snake that rotated flexibly, spreading out a faint circle of thin black threads, which were wrapped around him layer by layer.

"Not good!"

Wushuang's secret path was not good, and a deadly threat and chill came.

(To be continued)