Within a radius of several miles, the hurricane roared, flying sand and rocks, and it was dark, like the end of the world.

"Ah......h

The screams of despair came in a row, thrilling.

The dozen or so powerhouses in the foundation building period who cultivated to the lowest level were undoubtedly killed in an instant and were wrenched into pieces by the hurricane.

Followed by the Jindan high-level, the defensive shield didn't last for half a breath, it "clicked", fell apart, followed by the same instant.

The Phantom Fairy and the purple-shirted youth felt that their bodies were uncontrollable, and they were blown away like pieces of paper.

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

And after all, it is a high-level Yuanying, although the Peng Feather Fan is an ancient treasure with great power, but with such a large-scale attack, it is unrealistic to want to kill a monk of the same level.

However, under the Peng Feather Fan, the existence of killing the infants below the Yuan Infant Stage made the two Yuan Babies even more embarrassed.

Yang Fan's goal was achieved.

At this moment, the roaring hurricane had not stopped, Yang Fan held a Peng feather fan in his hand, and flew leisurely towards the two, calm and relaxed, as if admiring their embarrassed appearance.

The phantom fairy's lightly pulled hair bun was scattered in the hurricane, and the noble palace clothes were also messy, and even cracked in a few places, revealing a touch of snow white and warm red.

The young man in the purple shirt, his face was pale, and when he first met before, he didn't know what kind of magical power Yang Fan had used, which made his longevity lose his vitality for decades.

At this moment, he was barely able to support himself in this fierce hurricane, his body was uncontrollable, and his psychological panic was inexplicable.

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

Yang Fan was still holding the Peng Feather Fan, as if he wanted to come again.

"Stop" The phantom fairy exclaimed, and her face was pale: "Yang Daoyou, can you let us go?"

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

That's right, Yang Fan just wants to "play" with them.

Compared to the Three Shadow Old Demons who cultivated the Nine Shadow Demon Skills and advanced to the later stage of cultivation, the two people in front of them were simply insignificant.

Since the two parties met and found out their identities, Yang Fan began to pretend to be pigs and eat tigers, on the other hand, he also wanted to see what their purpose was in going to Xianlai Sect.

When he learned that this purple-shirted young man wanted to take his woman by any means, Yang Fan had already given birth to murderous intent.

Hearing the Phantom Fairy's call request, Yang Fan temporarily put down the Peng Feather Fan and said with a smile: "Decades ago, Yang witnessed the fairy's appearance in the Nine Secret Realms, but I didn't expect to see each other again in Luoshan Country today. Since leaving the Nine Secret Realms, you and I have been in a hostile relationship, does the fairy still want Yang's subordinates to show mercy?"

The Phantom Spirit Fairy's eyes showed a complicated color, as early as a few decades ago, before the Nine Secret Realms, the other party was simply an ant-like existence.

At that time, the Phantom Spirit Fairy incarnated as the Lingxia Fairy, and she didn't notice Yang Fan's existence at all.

For Yang Fan, the Lingxia Fairy back then was like a fairy among the gods, detached, immortal, and unattainable.

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

"Nine Secret Realms...... The surname is Yang ......" The purple-shirted young man muttered to himself, and was suddenly shocked: "Are you that Yang Fan?

Yang Fan.

This legendary name can be said to shake the high-level of Northern Qin.

Killing the Yuanying Great Monk, in the 10,000 years of cultivating immortals in the Thirteen Kingdoms of Northern Qin, only Yang Fan enjoyed this honor.

In private, the majority of the senior executives thought that this matter was mostly a fluke, and they were unconvinced.

But when this legend is really standing in front of you, it's hard not to be shocked and excited.

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

Only then did the purple-shirted young man understand why the phantom fairy didn't have the courage to fight at all, and when he saw Yang Fan making a move, he ran away directly.

At this moment, he was even more remorseful.

The Phantom Fairy sighed faintly: "Dare to ask Yang Daoyou, how can we let us go." ”

"If you run away, you will be dead. If you can hold on to ten rounds in my hands, Yang can let you live. ”

Yang Fan smiled leisurely.

The purple-shirted youth and the phantom fairy glanced at each other, and the two took a deep breath and nodded.

Hold on for ten rounds and they are still very promising.

Of course, if Yang Fan really had a strength comparable to that of a great cultivator, they might have little chance.

Phew

The figures of the two flickered, appearing on the front and back sides of Yang Fan respectively.

"Yang Daoyou, please advise. The purple-shirted young man's eyes were solemn, and he didn't have any other emotions.

The extreme delay is how to escape from the other party's hands.

They believe that with Yang Fan's prestige and height at the moment, he still disdains to speak and does not count.

A black crown appeared on the top of the purple-shirted youth's head, and a pair of green boots with rippling light appeared under his feet, holding a black halberd, and the demonic energy was rolling.

The phantom fairy has a dignified and dignified face, and when her jade hand is raised, there is a ring on the index finger of her right hand, emitting wisps of colored light waves, lingering all over her body, and she looks absolutely beautiful.

At the same time, she waved her hand again, and a comb appeared in front of her eyes, exuding a hint of sharpness.

Yang Fan smiled, his figure stood in the air, and he didn't move, but took back the Peng Feather Fan.

"Offended. ”

With a slight stroke of the comb in the phantom fairy's hand, a series of colored light marks ten feet long swept by, shaking like a shuttle shadow, attacking sharply, and the light and shadow shone.

"Go"

The purple-shirted young man shouted, and the black halberd skyrocketed by two or three feet, waving earth-shattering long shadows, causing turmoil around him.

"Brother Yang......"

Linghu Xiaoxi watched the battle from a distance, and her phoenix eyes were worried.

The people of the Immortal Lai Sect were dumbfounded.

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

Most of the matters related to Yang Fan's killing of the Yuanying Great Cultivator were limited to the high-level of the Immortal Cultivation Realm.

He could completely see that the two of them did not have much power to resist in front of Yang Fan.

In the face of the attack of the two Yuan Infant powerhouses, Yang Fan was calm, his body was condensed with green grass armor, and light yellow light patterns flashed.

Ding-ding-bang......

Yang Fan stood in mid-air, motionless, and let the two of them strike.

If you look closely, you will find that on his green grass armor, green mangs and yellow stripes are intertwined.

Gradually...... The yellow streaks suddenly attached to the grass armor made up of green silk threads.

When the two were truly fused, a brown light armor was formed, forming a solid protective layer on Yang Fan's body.

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

It was the first time that Yang Fan used the mystery of petrification on the green grass armor, which greatly increased his defense.

In such a situation, even if he didn't stand on the ground, the defensive power of this brown light armor could be comparable to a top-level defensive magic weapon, or even stronger.

The only drawback is that the consumption is extremely high, there is no earth under your feet, and the recovery speed and the ability to borrow the power of the earth are greatly weakened.

After a fierce attack, the Phantom Fairy and the purple-shirted youth were shocked, and the other party was invincible at all.

But it's better that way, the ten rounds are over soon, and they can escape.

Looking at ten rounds, half of them have passed.

The two were even more secretly happy.

However, at a certain moment, Yang Fan suddenly moved, his body swept towards the Phantom Spirit Fairy like lightning, picked up a palm, and slashed it fiercely, only a yellow light flashed in his field of vision.

boom

The phantom fairy's defensive shield cracked all of a sudden, but on the ring on her right finger, the brilliance was dazzling, and wisps of colored light waves actually shook Yang Fan away.

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

It's no wonder that the three ghost old demons used the middle of the Yuan Infant to cultivate and chase her for tens of thousands of miles, but they were unsuccessful, and they were later rescued.

Brush sneer-

The phantom fairy immediately waved the comb in his hand, and the colorful shuttle shadow followed him like a shadow, attacking Yang Fan's body.

"There are three rounds left......

The purple-shirted young man was overjoyed and attacked from behind.

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

Brush hoo~~

The green brush swept through the void, and a magnificent cyan aura vibrated around him.

The majestic power shook the two of them out dozens of feet away at once.

burst

The purple-shirted young man spat out a mouthful of blood, and the blow of the blue-pole brush just now was mainly aimed at him, and such a blow immediately passed through his defensive layer, and his internal organs were injured.

The phantom fairy snorted, her pretty face flashed red, and she was slightly injured under the tumbling of qi and blood.

"Kill"

Yang Fan's eyes flashed with light, and the green pole brush in his hand swiped again in the void.

Suddenly, the word "kill" dozens of feet big appeared in the void.

In the word "kill", there is a cold and murderous atmosphere, and it contains infinite spiritual oppression.

That murderous aura, even penetrating the soul marrow, is chilling.

Shh

The word "kill" dozens of zhang large suddenly turned into a three-foot size, and lightning swept over the purple-shirted young man.

His shattered defenses were instantly sliced through like papier-mâché.

The three-foot-sized word "kill" even passed through his body, and only after passing a hundred zhang did it dim and dissipate.

The purple-shirted young man froze in place, his eyes full of doubt and shock, and then turned into despair and unwillingness.

On the front of his body, you can see the word "kill" formed by a blood-red scar.

What is very strange is that the blood in the bright red blood groove with the word "kill" stopped circling around the wound and did not flow out immediately.

However, the few people watching the game on the field saw that the young man in purple shirt was dead.

The light in his eyes gradually dimmed, and his body fell from mid-air like a kite with a broken string.

thump

Falling from a high altitude, without any defense, he fell directly into a bloody blur.

Wow~~

The people on the oasis reacted at this time, and there was an uproar, and they immediately distanced themselves from the miserable corpse.

The sect master surnamed Sun couldn't help but gasp, and everyone shuddered.

Although they are both in the early stage of the Yuan Infant, the strength of the two sides is so different.

"One last round left......

A smile tugged at the corner of Yang Fan's mouth, holding a green brush in his hand.

The phantom fairy jade face was pale, her delicate body trembled slightly, and her eyes were helpless.

There was a dead silence on the field, and even the sound of breathing was so clear.

In the last round, how should she choose?