"He's crazy......"

This was Yang Fan's first reaction.

After experiencing the trip to Ghost Corpse Mountain, Yang Fan understood how terrifying Hu Fei was after going crazy.

When that taboo was broken, Hu Fei's face was hideous, his body was like an ape, half-squatting and half-bowing, his hands were claw-shaped, and his pupils were blood-red.

At this moment, the surrounding heaven and earth aura was turbulent, surging towards Hu Fei like a tide,

In an instant, his body suddenly swelled, a faint purple film of light flashed on the surface of his body, and his body was strengthened many times, and a primitive and savage aura came to his face, making people tremble.

Oh~~

Hu Fei stood up and raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, as if there was an invisible whirlpool in his body, and a violent wind blew around him, sweeping dozens of feet.

Wushuang was in the violent and raging wind, his face was different, and his body involuntarily moved towards Hu Fei, and there was an invisible suction force that pulled him towards the center.

The suction was not directed at his body, but at his soul.

When the soul is faced with this suction force, the body is involuntarily pulled.

Roar!

The blood light in Hu Fei's eyes dissipated, and he roared, his body jumped out like a spirit monkey, and a lightning punch hit Wushuang's head.

Bang!

Wushuang turned into a white shadow and was knocked out of the air, sinking into the mountain shrouded in billowing dust.

Yang Fan and King Yan, who were watching the battle from a distance, couldn't help but show a look of surprise on their faces.

The change in the battle situation turned out to be so fast, not long ago, Wushuang still had an absolute advantage, but the next moment, Hu Fei went crazy and knocked him away with one punch, life and death were unknown.

After going crazy, Hu Fei's body has been strengthened several times, and his strength can crack open the mountain and split the monument, and the power of that punch may be able to kill a martial artist of the level of King Yan in seconds.

Hu Fei stood in place for a moment, the dust and smoke in the distance had not yet dispersed, and there was no sound inside.

"Could it be that he is dead...... Yang Fan was secretly happy in his heart, but there was a little regret and inexplicable pain in his heart.

Although Wushuang has a certain hostile relationship with him, and even threatens his life, in his heart, Yang Fan still admires him very much.

Boil~......

The huge battlefield was dead silent, and only Hu Fei's roaring voice remained.

Yang Fan stood a mile away, and when his divine sense extended over, he was restrained by the terrifying aura of primordial barbarism, and his senses were greatly limited, and he couldn't see the reality in the dust.

However, he felt that Hu Fei's body had risen a little after the madness, and the biggest change was the ** strength. With his physical strength at the moment, even if he doesn't exert his magical powers, he can compete with the powerhouses of the foundation building period with just a pair of iron fists.

After flying Wushuang with a punch, Hu Fei's eyes were blazing, staring at the dusty mountain, and the fighting spirit on his body became stronger and stronger.

Seeing this scene, Yang Fan's heart suddenly suddenly, it seems that most of the Wushuang is not dead.

Sure enough, a moment later, there was a slight coughing sound from the mountain: "Ahem......"

Then, the dust gradually cleared, revealing the true state of the area.

"Ahem......"

Wushuang's body sank into his body, as if he was choked by dust, he kept coughing, his head was bleeding, and his face was a little pale.

Hu Fei walked towards him step by step, there was a faint thunder flickering between the clouds, and the wind roared all around him, like an ancient god of war.

Under such power and fighting spirit, Hu Fei looked at him and spit out a few words: "You...... You've lost!"

"Lost?" Wushuang was slightly stunned, with a thick mockery on his face, as if he had heard the funniest joke.

"Hehe, the warm-up has just ended...... "Wushuang said leisurely.

What?The warm-up is over?

Several people on the field were shocked.

Could it be that the fierce battle just now was really just a warm-up?

"You really didn't disappoint me, and then, I will use my real power......"

The shuang's figure flickered, flashed out of the mountain, and was suspended in mid-air.

Without the help of flying swords and spells, he seems to have no weight, frozen in the air, giving the illusion that he needs to look up from above

The white clothes, with a slight shock, were spotless and drifting like snow.

"Come on!"

Hu Fei waved his claws, and a purple edge shot towards Wushuang, and there was a violent friction sound in the air, and the speed was terrifying, and its power was enough to look down on the low-level cultivators.

In the face of this swift and abnormal blow, Wushuang was so calm that he closed his eyes.

Snort-

The attack is on the horizon.

Call!

Wushuang shook his body slightly, dodging the blow, and his body seemed to disappear out of thin air in that moment, and then reappeared in front of him.

Bang!

The purple edge hit a boulder not far away, and immediately let out a burst of explosions that exploded into pieces.

"No......" Wushuang looked thoughtful, as if he was not very satisfied with the blow that he had dodged Hu Fei just now.

Yang Fan watched the battle from a distance and felt incredible. At that moment just now, Wushuang's body seemed to disappear, and then reappeared in the same place.

What a weird way this is?

Moreover, Yang Fan felt that this method seemed to have some connection with some of the mysteries in his Immortal Fortune.

Oh~

Hu Fei roared non-stop, a pair of eyes locked on Wushuang, faintly, there was a layer of lilac light in those eyes, as if it could penetrate the space.

Sou!

Hu Fei stomped on the ground fiercely, his body shot out like a cannonball, and his one hand was claw-shaped, tearing fiercely towards the area where Wushuang was, and several purple edges staggered away, sealing all room for dodging.

Wushuang's eyes narrowed slightly, stretched out a finger, and swiped lightly at the area in front of him, a cyan sword light, flashing with mysterious dazzling, forming a clever arc, and even collided with those purple blades at the same time.

Swish!

After doing all this, Wushuang disappeared out of thin air again, and the next moment appeared ten zhang away, like a white feather, floating in the air, with a slight smile on his face.

Yang Fan faintly caught a trace of green light passing through the void, and his eyes showed a hint of different color: "This ...... How is this like Wind Escape?"

The Escape Technique is a spell that can only be cultivated by powerful immortal cultivators, and it can achieve the effect of almost teleportation. Of course, it's only close to teleportation, and when you cast this kind of spell, you can often catch some clues.

If it was just a powerful immortal cultivator, it would be enough to know this kind of spell, but Wushuang Yijie Martial Arts Cultivator could have similar magical powers, which was really beyond imagination.

Although martial cultivation has strong combat power, in terms of supernatural spells, it is far inferior to traditional immortal cultivators, unless martial cultivation reaches a very high level.

Thinking of this, Yang Fan couldn't help but recall what he said before in the Xianhong Medical Hall: "There is a sky outside the sky, there are people outside the people, and I have touched a higher spiritual level......"

Obviously, Wushuang's spiritual level is extremely high, although he is a martial cultivator, but he actually relied on that terrifying enlightenment surname to integrate some of the magic mysteries of immortal cultivators into the ability of martial cultivation. And Yang Fan's plaque is an opportunity to trigger Wushuang.

When Wu Xiu comprehends the mystery of the immortal cultivation spell and improves it, what kind of situation will it be?

Whew!Whew!

Wushuang's body flickered in the sky, mysterious and unpredictable, like a void god and demon.

However, in the process of casting this kind of spell, the loss of power in Wushuang's body was also very large, Yang Fan observed for a moment and found that after Wushuang cast it several times in a row, his face was slightly weak. But this son's face was a little more relieved.

"Look at the fight!"

Wushuang's body was stunned, no longer dodging, one hand was placed behind his back, and the other hand crossed a mysterious arc in front of him, blocking Hu Fei's attacks one by one.

Bang bang!

No matter how swift Hu Fei's attack was, Wushuang could defuse it lightly, with a faint smile on his face.

"He fought with Hu Fei with one hand......" King Yan said to Yang Fan, with a palpitating look.

Yang Fan nodded and sighed secretly: "How can I face such a powerful opponent?"

At this moment, his hands were clenched, almost trembling, and his nails were still cutting the flesh from the excessive force.

However, that wound was insignificant to Yang Fan, and it recovered in an instant.

Wushuang only uses one hand, to put it mildly, his body only moves occasionally, but he is invincible.

Seeing this, Hu Fei's figure rose into the air and threw himself directly towards Wushuang.

"It's good to come. Wushuang snorted softly, and there was a hint of joy on that ordinary face, as if he was intoxicated in some realm.

Call!

Hu Fei carried a suppressed and terrifying momentum, a claw roared, and he also carried a pale red thunder fire, which was amazing.

Wushuang took a light breath and slowly pointed out a finger.

Compared with Hu Fei's powerful power, Wushuang's finger looks so insignificant, looking lazy.

However, the moment that finger touched Hu Fei's claw, a change suddenly occurred.

A sharp sword light suddenly burst out from that finger, a thin needle and thread, and a sharp sword qi lingered around it.

Poof!

As soon as the needle-like sword light came into contact, it broke through Hu Fei's terrifying skin after his madness, and a bloody hole appeared in his palm.

However, the terrifying power that followed erupted, shaking Wushuang a foot away.

Whew~

Hu Fei's palm was hit out of a bloody hole, blood splattered, the pain was inexplicable, and with his perverted body, he couldn't make the wound heal in a short time.

"What a hard body,"

Wushuang glanced at Hu Fei a few times, a little surprised, the blow just now condensed the power to the extreme, and actually did not destroy the opponent's arm, but only broke a blood hole.

"I'm afraid you're not pure human blood......" Wushuang glanced at Hu Fei lightly.

As soon as he heard this, Hu Fei, who was moaning in pain, trembled inexplicably.

Not pure human blood?

Yang Fan's heart suddenly changed, what does Wushuang mean by this?

"My physical body, which has been condensed since my mother's womb, has reached the limit of human beings, even if it is not much worse than some demon cultivators who cultivate physical bodies...... But your body is clearly beyond the limits of the human body......"

Wushuang said calmly.

Yang Fan understands that what Wushuang has is a perfect body.

"Could it be that Hu Fei is not a human being, but a demon beast or other foreign body......" Yang Fan was secretly shocked.

However, if it is a demon beast or other alien species, it cannot appear as a human before the transformation period.

The transformation period, that is comparable to the old monster of the Yuan Infant Stage among the high-level monks in the Immortal Cultivation Realm.

From this point of view, it is unlikely that Hu Fei is a demon beast or other alien.

"Ahh

Airplanes~

A vague and mysterious phantom appeared behind him, and a terrifying aura of eternal desolation rushed to his face.

"That's ......"

Yang Fan's eyes touched the phantom behind Hu Fei, his soul trembled, and he actually gave birth to a tendency to worship and bow, and his body was even a little uncontrollable.

Wushuang's body stiffened, his face showed a hint of pain, his knees were uncontrollable, and he wanted to kneel.

Thump!

Yang Fan suddenly heard a voice, and King Yan beside him, with a look of awe and piety, knelt down in the direction of Hu Fei.

Airplanes~

The mysterious phantom behind Hu Fei, the aura exuded became more and more intense.

Yang Fan's heart trembled, and he couldn't resist it.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded in Yang Fan's mind.

The owner of this voice comes from the Xianhong Ring and from the vast "Xianhong Space".

Exactly the puppy.

Yang Fan hurriedly immersed his mind in the Xianhong space, and found that the puppy's face was different, and the irresistible will disappeared in his mind.

"What's wrong with you?" asked Yang Fan.

"I just feel a familiar smell, but it's faint, it's faint......"

The puppy was a little confused, and he himself was a little confused.

Yang Fan felt inexplicable, and he couldn't care about it so much, leaving half of his mind in the Xianhong space to prevent surrendering to that terrifying aura.

Swish!

His mind returned to real space.

Boom!

A cool cold light like a match slashed through the void, accompanied by the sound of a sword.

Looking at it, Wushuang pulled out his sword, and a fierce sword aura that wanted to break through the sky burst out from the blurred sword light.

Yang Fan saw a strange scene, Wushuang's deep eyes, there was a "sword", floating in the void, and it didn't look very real, as if it blocked time and space and the reincarnation of a hundred lifetimes.

"Broken!"

The sword in the depths of Wushuang's eyes lit up, and with a wave of the sword in his hand, a stunning sword light seemed to ignore the distance of space, and slashed fiercely at the mysterious phantom behind Hu Fei.

Burst!

The mysterious phantom trembled, the light dimmed, melted into Hu Fei's body, and disappeared.

Thump!

Hu Fei vomited blood and fell to the ground, unconscious, life and death unknown.

Boom!

The cold light flashed, accompanied by a crisp and pleasant metallic sound, and the sword was sheathed.

Wushuang's face was a little weak, he glanced at Hu Fei who fell to the ground, and said very calmly: "You lost." ”

It's just that Hu Fei is unconscious and can't hear sound at all.

"Wushuang, you have won, the battle is over, please don't hurt him. ”

Yang Fan hurriedly rushed over to check Hu Fei's injuries.

As a result, he found a strange situation, Hu Fei still had life in his body, but his soul seemed to fall into a deep sleep.

The soul sleeps......

Yang Fan felt a "chuckle" in his heart, feeling extremely tricky, and his heart was suspenseful.

Wushuang glanced at the two of them indifferently, his body was suspended in mid-air, and after a while, he spoke: "He lost, and in the next battle, it will be your turn......"

A sneer crossed the corner of his mouth: "Although this battle is not small, I haven't done my best.

Still not doing your best?

Yang Fan felt a burst of weakness, his fists clenched, and he almost lost all faith.

"Of course, you can also give up now and let my province save ......" Wushuang looked at him coldly.

"Give up?" Yang Fan's eyes lit up, this seemed to be a good choice.

Indeed, judging from the current situation, even if Yang Fan's strength doubles several times, it is impossible to be a matchless opponent.

Before, the forbidden power that Hu Fei burst out had faintly touched the level of a high-level monk, but in front of Wushuang, he was still defeated, and now his life was in danger.

Do you really want to give up?

Yang Fan took a deep breath, and was faintly unwilling in his heart.

He is now available as a miracle doctor, and under his hypocritical face, he actually has a heart that is more inclined to the devil. From the fact that he can choose to cultivate magic skills without hesitation, it can be seen one or two.

For the long-term future, he is low-key and amiable, and at the same time, the artistic conception of Xianhongjue makes him calm and peaceful, and has no quarrel with the world.

If you give up...... What are the consequences?

Yang Fan felt a chill in his heart, once he gave up, then at the spiritual level, he would be completely defeated by Wushuang, leaving an indelible shadow, and from then on, he could only look at his back and be completely trampled under his feet.

How can I be subservient to others?

Yang Fan's strong heart, which was hidden in the depths of his heart, was finally touched and completely detonated.

This is the Yang Fan who used to be, the Yang Fan who is invincible and respected as the first day of the family.

"No...... You can't ......" In the distance, a man's voice was heard.

It is Yan Wang Yu Wenyan.

At this moment, Yu Wenyan looked much older than before, and after the worship just now, he seemed to have lost all his fighting spirit and became a twilight old man who smoothed out all his beliefs and will.

Yang Fan's heart moved, and he suddenly recalled what Yu Wenyan said before in the Xianhong Medical Hall: "This is also like me when I was young, when I was a thousand miles away in martial arts, and my progress was extremely fast, but unfortunately when I had children and a family business, I lost that mentality." ”

"Give up?" Yang Fan took a deep breath, the light in his eyes condensed into a point, and said in an unprecedented solemn tone: "As long as there is still a day in the pursuit of the Immortal Dao of Immortality, there are no two words to give up." ”

After saying this, Yang Fan felt that the depressed breath in his heart suddenly dissipated, his mood suddenly brightened, and the jealousy and fear of Wushuang in his heart also disappeared.

At this moment, Wushuang seemed to be just one of the countless tribulations on his difficult immortal journey, and it was an indispensable experience.

"Okay, good!" Wushuang spit out three words in a row, with a strange expression on his face, and then looked at Yang Fan, and said coldly:

"If you give up at that moment, I will not hesitate to erase you from the world with a sword. ”

Hearing this, Yang Fan and King Yan felt cold in their hearts.

Yang Fan breathed a long sigh of relief, fortunately, he had an epiphany just now, not only did he improve his artistic conception to a higher level, but also saved his life.

That moment just now was a choice of fate in life......

"Because you have taken the heart of my beloved......" Wushuang said deeply, his eyes revealing a wound that touched his soul, "Therefore, I will not be merciful in my fight with you." ”

"See you in two months!"

Wushuang dropped the last sentence, his body flickered, moved ten zhang out of thin air, and then just stepped into the air, white clothes were better than snow, ethereal as a fairy.

However, Yang Fan faintly sensed that Wushuang did not have the joy of a victor, but his figure was a little lonely and sad.

(To be continued)