Yang Fan had never imagined that the power of a secular martial artist could be so strong.

At this moment, Yu Wenlie, surrounded by a realm-like golden halo, shrouded a square foot, and the powerful qi waves and invisible power held him in the void, like a heavenly general in the upper realm.

A terrifying aura beyond the world swept over the entire circle, making the surrounding creatures tremble involuntarily, unprecedented fear, and deeply feel their own insignificance.

That palpitating power was enough to make immortal cultivators below the foundation building stage tremble, and they didn't dare to shake their edge.

Put himself in his shoes, Yang Fan thought that if he faced the inhuman-level Yuwen Yan in front of him, if he didn't sacrifice the "Nether Demon Flame" or the iron-armored puppet, he might not be able to confront it head-on.

On the other side, the white-clothed Wushuang appeared in the void of flying sand and stones, with an ordinary face, unfazed, and the aura on his body gradually changed.

In such a dangerous situation, he slowly closed his eyes, and a faint silver cold light flashed on his body, as transparent and elegant as a breeze.

"Break the Dragon!"

The attack between Yuwenlie's foreheads was sent out first.

Hum~Huh――

The phantom like a dragon and snake, with teeth and claws, with the aura of an invincible overlord, devoured it fiercely, and it was about to swallow him.

Yang Fan stood in a peerless situation and watched the battle, and there was also a burst of anticipation and curiosity in his heart, how would this son deal with this powerful move that could severely damage or even kill the cultivator of the Condensation Period.

In the past, Yang Fan had some doubts about Yan Wang Yuwenyan's deeds of killing the Condensation Period, but now he completely believes it.

Whew!

The dragon and snake phantom almost hit Wushuang's body, and at this moment, the hearts of the people of insight watching the battle on the field were hanging to the extreme.

At this moment, Wushuang finally reacted, he opened a pair of cold-eyed eyes, and glanced at Yan Wang Yuwenlie lightly.

In his dark and mysterious eyes, a phantom-like "sword" appeared.

This is a "sword" that even Yang Fan can't see clearly in omniscient mode, as if separated by a layer of time and space, separated by a reincarnation, like an insurmountable barrier.

Click!

The illusory and invisible "sword" flickered slightly, and the phantom of the dragon and snake instantly cracked and turned into stars.

Yang Fan's heart was shocked, at that moment, he had a strange feeling, the divine consciousness and omniscient mode seemed to have lost their effect in that short moment, and they were blurred.

As for how the dragon and snake phantom was broken, Yang Fan didn't see it clearly, his senses only caught the flash of the phantom invisible "sword".

"Break—"

As soon as Yu Wenlie finished reading the word "broken", the golden halo that shrouded a radius suddenly closed, and the golden scale-like halo on the surface of the body stared a little thicker, revealing a bit of simple and heavy charm.

Sou!

The afterimage in the void flickered, and Yuwen Lie teleported in front of Wushuang, his palms interlaced, and then he slowly pushed out a palm with great difficulty.

With the attack of his palm, the space in front of him suddenly underwent an unimaginable pressure, like a boulder.

A hint of blood appeared on Wushuang's cheeks, obviously oppressed and difficult to breathe.

However, in the end, there was an unyielding will that allowed him to support him to the death, and survived the most stressful moment of the outburst.

Yang Fan watched the battle from a distance, and he felt a heartbeat, at such a critical juncture, even the little county lord on the side held his breath, looking nervous and worried.

A trace of deep worry and concern appeared on Yu Wenxin's pretty face, and a layer of fine sweat overflowed in his palms, pinching the corners of his skirt.

"The peak power of a secular martial artist can burst out with such terrifying power......

Cheng Laoxian was also by Yang Fan's side, and sighed in a low voice, looking at the air with a hint of awe in the eyes of the two of them.

As an immortal cultivator, he is afraid of the power of worldly mortals, and if he says it, ordinary immortal cultivators will probably not believe it.

"I heard that there is also a 'martial saint' in Yuyang Kingdom, whose martial arts have reached an unprecedented realm, who has lived for one or two hundred years, and has not been defeated in nearly a hundred years, and is recognized as the pinnacle of martial arts......"

Not far away, a royal servant whispered.

Martial Saint?

There is even a stronger ......

Yang Fan himself was a little incredulous. The Yan King and Wushuang in front of them are extremely perverted, but they are not the most powerful.

What level of existence is the most powerful martial saint?

"It seems that this secular world is not as simple as imagined. ”

Yang Fan's heart sank, and he put away his contempt for the mortal world, and the previous idea that he could run rampant in the secular world if he thought he was an immortal cultivator was dispelled.

Tie~~~

Suddenly, there was a strange and muffled sound in the void, which only made people's blood churn and their souls dizzy.

I saw Wushuang struck out with a palm, and a dark cold light faintly appeared in the palm of his palm, which collided with the heavy palm of Yan Wang's oppressive space.

The palms collided in an instant, and a bang accompanied by a strong shock wave swept through a radius of dozens of zhang, and where it passed, a large number of buildings in the palace collapsed, and a chasm was blown on the ground.

In the field of vision, there was a dark blur...... Most people's view is blocked.

Yang Fan's senses were extraordinary, and he caught two figures that flew out quickly, accompanied by two muffled snorts.

Poof!

In the dust and sand, Yan Wang and Wushuang spit out a mouthful of blood at the same time, were seriously injured, staggered to the ground, and stepped out several footprints half a foot deep, which showed their strength.

"Father's ......"

The little county lord exclaimed in surprise and rushed over.

Yu Wenxin's eyes were also extremely worried, but her body was still weak, and she stood quietly in place, casting a gaze to Yang Fan for consultation and help.

Yang Fan nodded and said calmly: "There are no fatal injuries and life-threatening injuries." ”

Hearing this, Yu Wenxin breathed a sigh of relief, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, and he whispered: "I don't know why, I was very worried about my father's safety just now, and when he was at war with Wushuang, I was very uneasy......

"Both sides are defeated, and the strength is equal, but if your father's limit is like this, then the one who wins is unequaled......"

Yang Fan glanced at the white-clothed Shengxue in the distance, floating proudly on the roof of the house looking down at Wushuang, and had a very strange feeling in his heart, and his intuition told him that this person must be an extremely terrifying existence in the future.

In nearly 20 years of life, there are only two people who have brought him this feeling, the first is "Hu Fei" of Yuwu Villa, and the other is the "Wushuang" he has seen today.

The former gives him the feeling of taboo and madness, and he is not afraid of heaven and earth, and the latter gives him a mysterious, strong, and unyielding tenacity;

What they have in common is that both of them are difficult to entangle, and they feel their potential...... A terrible potential to make people feel palpitations!

Yu Wenxin nodded and said: "I have this feeling, if I fight again next time, it must be my father who loses......"

"Although none of them have the power of life, the injuries they have suffered are very serious......

Yang Fan's gaze swept over Yuwen Yan and Wushuang from time to time, as if he was making up his mind.

"Father's injury is due to you...... Yu Wenxin said earnestly.

"No problem. ”

Yang Fan is naturally a hundred willing to heal a strong person of this level, which is something he can't ask for.

However, his gaze fell on Wushuang standing on the eaves in the distance, and said secretly: "It's best not to miss this, treat their injuries, I'm afraid the effect is several times better than that of ordinary Contemplation Stage monks!"

In the night, Wushuang was dressed in snow white, looking a little out of place, and a little lonely.

Perhaps feeling Yang Fan's gaze, Wushuang's eyes suddenly lit up and fell on Yang Fan's face.

Sou!

Wushuang lightly stepped on the eaves, turned into a white shadow, and flashed in front of Yang Fan.

"Protect the pharmacist!"

In the distance, King Yan's face changed drastically, and he exclaimed.

Swish!

From the corner of the palace in the hazy night, a strange shadow suddenly flashed, blocking Yang Fan's face.

Yang Fan's face was stunned, staring at a thin man like a shadow in front of him, wearing a black robe and a mask, unable to see clearly.

"Shadow?"

Wushuang smiled lightly: "Half a year ago, you might have been qualified to fight with me, but now you ......"

Between his expressions and words, Wushuang clearly showed contempt and disdain.

"It's true that I'm no match for you, but Wushuang, don't forget your current state......

The shadow's hoarse voice sounded, as if it came from the bottomless abyss.

"Huh, huh?"

Wushuang's face was calm and calm, the corners of his mouth were slightly private, and he stretched out his slender and white hand, and slowly held the hilt of the ancient sword behind him.

"You ......"

The evil shadow stiffened, and even the blood circulating in his body almost coagulated, both in his voice and expression.

Yang Fan was also stunned, and then gasped even more, looking at the quaint and dusty sword on Wushuang's back.

Sighing softly, Yang Fan reached out and patted the evil shadow's shoulder, and said in a low voice, "You can retreat." ”

"But......" Evil Shadow hesitated, "Your safety ......"

What a loyal henchman!

Yang Fan smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, he won't hurt me, and you can't stop him......"

"Okay, pharmacist take care!"

The evil shadow glanced at Wushuang with a complicated expression, and his figure flashed, turning into a phantom and disappearing in front of everyone's eyes.

"Hehe, you're so sure that I won't hurt you?"

Wushuang looked at the seemingly ineffective pharmacist in front of him with a smile on his face.

Maybe others think so, but his eyes are never wrong.

"Yes......" Yang Fan lowered his voice, so low that he could only let Wushuang hear: "You are seriously injured now, believe it or not, Yang only needs to use one or two poisons to make your life dying!"

"Use poison?" Wushuang's face changed, and he sneered: "Poison is Xiao Dao'er after all, but if you can say it like this, it can be seen that you are also an opponent worth fighting." ”

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested in fighting. Yang Fan shook his head, and said with a smile: "However, if you are seriously injured in the future, you can come to me, and Yang can treat you for free." ”

"Free healing?"

Wushuang was slightly stunned, feeling a little weird.

"What do you think?"

Yang Fan said with a smile, this Wushuang is a warmonger, he likes to challenge strong opponents, and he will definitely not be able to avoid injury.

If he can reach an agreement with this son, then Yang Fan will be secretly happy in his heart.

(To be continued)