Although Yang Fan was a little unhappy in his heart, his younger brother Yang Lei was in retreat at the moment, and he couldn't say anything.

Also in retreat is Lin Zhong, who is impacting the contemplation period.

After returning to Wuliu Town, Yang Fan temporarily began to recuperate from his injuries.

In a blink of an eye, half a month has passed, and Yang Fan's soul trauma is half healed.

"Wushuang's sword path artistic conception is really terrifying, fortunately it's me, if I change to other monks and withstand such an attack, most of them will lose their spiritual fighting spirit, leaving an indelible aftermath, and there is no hope of advancing to a higher realm. ”

Until this moment, Yang Fan's mind often appeared in the "Yanyue Desert" with the earth-shattering divine sword.

Staying in Wuliu Town, Yang Fan spent most of his time in the short term recuperating from his injuries, and he was quiet and peaceful.

During this period, Yang Fan had several contacts with the people of the "Dark Blood Dynasty", and his direct subordinate Lingfeng also secretly came to Wuliu Town.

"When I'm not around, keep an eye on the situation here and protect my family by the way. ”

Yang Fan has repeatedly admonished.

"Rest assured, Elder, this is what the king has commanded. ”

Lingfeng said respectfully.

For some reason, since Yang Fan rushed back from Kyoto, Lingfeng became more and more in awe of Yang Fan.

"Elder, Lingfeng is curious about one thing, I heard that you fought a decisive battle with Wushuang once, and you didn't lose. ”

Lingfeng asked curiously.

"Hehe, did you listen to the king? When I fought with Wushuang, no one was there. ”

Yang Fan wasn't curious that he knew about it, because Wushuang was also a member of the Dark Blood Dynasty.

Lingfeng smiled mysteriously: "There is a small sect in decline on the Yanyue Desert, called 'Cold Moon Gate', and at that moment, all the disciples of the Cold Moon Sect in the entire oasis died, but except for one disciple in the Qi refining period. ”

There's still a live mouth?

When Yang Fan heard this, his heart sank.

At that time, it was just a battle between him and Wushuang, and the Cold Moon Gate was not the target of their killing.

Then, some things don't go on according to the subjective will.

However, it was that moment that made Yang Fan understand Wushuang more clearly.

"Elder, we can only guess the real outcome of the decisive battle, but we can't be sure. Lingfeng's eyes suddenly flashed with a strange light: "But did you do the destruction of the Cold Moon Gate? In addition to the decisive battle, what else happened there?"

"Yes, there was some surprise. Yang Fan fell into deep memories, and a trace of remembrance appeared on his face, and all kinds of complex feelings flashed in his eyes.

Lingfeng said cautiously: "Lingfeng is very curious, can the elder tell me." ”

Yang Fan pondered for a long time, and finally sighed lightly: "You come to the hospital tonight." ”

"Yes, thank you, Elder. Lingfeng's face was happy, and there was a hint of attack in his eyes.

For a long time, Musou has been a mysterious existence in the organization, incredibly powerful, and even began to challenge the three most powerful kings.

The king has determined, "This son will one day surpass us."

At that moment, in the Xianhong Medical Hall, Wushuang's one-move killing the silver medal killer caused a storm in the Dark Blood Dynasty, thus making him rise to a legendary height.

The battle between Wushuang and Yang Fan is a mystery, and what happened in the Yanyue Desert Oasis is even more of a big mystery.

In the afternoon of the same day, Yang Fan said to Zheng Xiaoman: "You rest early, leave it to me here." ”

In the evening, Yang Fan sat in the study of the inner hall of the medical hall, and Hu Fei stood beside him.

"Brother Yang, can you start talking?"

Hu Fei said with a look of hope: "In the decisive battle between you and Wushuang, who will win or lose?"

After getting along for such a long time, the friendship between Hu Fei and Yang Fan has deepened.

"It's time to go. Yang Fan nodded.

Shout!

At that moment, a figure flashed outside.

A woman in a cyan robe appeared next to Yang Fan.

Hu Fei knew Lingfeng, but he didn't stop him.

"Elder, please speak, Lingfeng listens. ”

Lingfeng said respectfully.

"If I had told you this today, would the King of the Darkblood Dynasty get this the next day?"

Yang Fan said with a smile.

"This ......" Lingfeng's words were choked, and he said, "If the elder asks me to keep it a secret, Lingfeng will naturally not say it to the king." ”

"Actually, it's not much of a secret, you should listen to a story......

Yang Fan smiled, and then he fell into a deep memory, and the emotions on his face were intertwined.

The study was quiet, Hu Fei and Lingfeng were quiet.

At a certain moment, Yang Fan even closed his eyes, and a deep voice sounded in this peaceful town medical hall.

......

The wind roared, the yellow sand swept through, and the oasis was dark and chaotic.

Here, it seems that there has been a great battle.

A huge pit that does not belong here, suddenly appears in this desert oasis.

Plop! Plop!

Both figures fell to the ground almost simultaneously.

A terrifying wound appeared on Yang Fan's chest, and a brilliant and dazzling rainbow sword light appeared in his mind, and his soul ached.

His body struggled in place, his face contorted and his expression pained.

If it weren't for a part of his mind staying in the Xianhong space, just the terrible sword wound from ** would have made him fall and die immediately.

This sword really crossed the shackles of the lower level and obtained an unimaginable degree.

If it was a little stronger, it could almost directly destroy Yang Fan's body and soul, even if there was an Immortal Space, it would not be able to save his life.

On the other side, Musou was half-lying on the ground, his hands trembling, clutching the sword that had been inserted into the ground in his hand.

There was a tentacle-like glow burning on his body, which was difficult to swallow no matter what.

These ghostly lights originally belonged to the "Nether Demon Flame".

In the exchange just now, the demon flame and the sword light collided, and Yang Fan was actually able to attack the demon flame on the body of Wushuang.

At this moment, Wushuang's strength was almost exhausted, his soul trembled, and his body was tormented by wave after wave.

But in Wushuang's eyes, there is a vague and ethereal "sword", which makes his will ten times stronger, his spirit is indestructible, and his fighting spirit is not extinguished.

The strong will allowed him to survive, and a few traces of sword intent gradually emanated from his body.

"You're not ...... dead"

Wushuang gritted his teeth for support, and his eyes fell on Yang Fan's face, which was in extreme pain at the moment.

"Die, how could I die like this......"

Yang Fan was abnormally weak, his body had suffered unimaginable destruction and destruction, and he could only barely stand up, but he was unable to walk.

Wushuang endured the torture, held the sword, and stood up.

"Do you want to fight?"

Yang Fan smiled coldly.

"I can't kill you......" Wushuang snorted: "Your survivability surprises me, is it true that you are cultivating both demons and demons?"

Dual cultivation of righteousness and demons?

Yang Fan smiled undeniably.

Immediately, his expression changed, and he said with a slight mockery: "Whether we can get out of this desert or out of this is unknown. ”

All around, the sandstorm roared and roared, and the wind did not stop, and ordinary people could not even stand on their feet.

The two were in a deep pit and were very little affected.

However, Wushuang knew that the difficulties they faced were not hindered by these natural factors - they came from the people of the desert.

"Smack!"

The sound of applause came from outside the huge pit, and the voice of a middle-aged man came: "Tut-tut...... It's such a wonderful battle, Huang is really fortunate to have three lives. ”

This middle-aged man is a monk in the contemplation period, and he should be an elder of a certain sect in the oasis.

"Mole ants. ”

Wushuang didn't even look up at the middle-aged man.

"Hehe, I'm an ant? If it's before you fight, yes. But now...... The magic weapons, spirit stones, jade slips, and your lives in your hands are all in my hands. ”

The middle-aged man said with a smile.

Yang Fan looked painful and struggling, but finally stood firm, stared at the middle-aged man, and said word by word: "I'm afraid that you won't be blessed." ”

With that, he slowly walked towards Wushuang.

"What do you want to do?"

Wushuang's eyes lit up, and the sword in his hand was raised, it was a flawless silver sword body, cold and solemn, and it also revealed the breath of eternal years.

A powerful kendo will surged from its body.

The middle-aged man's face was different, and he had some warnings in his heart, even if these two people were heavily injured, they were not as easy to deal with as he imagined.

If one of Wushuang and Yang Fan did whatever it takes, it is really possible to pull him into the water.

Seeing this, he hurriedly retreated a few feet away, and said to a few disciples in the distance: "Call the ancestor to come out, and you must leave these two behind!"

"Yes!"

Immediately, a disciple answered the order.

"Wushuang, if you die in the hands of these ants, what a shame and helplessness?"

Yang Fan walked towards Wushuang with difficulty, smiling bitterly.

The middle-aged man secretly spied on the situation of the two of them, and did not dare to act rashly.

"What do you mean?" a hint of discoloration flashed in Wushuang's eyes.

The two looked at each other, as if they could understand what each other meant.

Yang Fan took a deep breath and said amazingly: "It's better to ...... We put an end to each other's lives. ”

"Good!"

Wushuang decisively agreed, but a relieved smile appeared on his face: "It's better to die in your hands than in the hands of a few ants." ”

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man who was secretly spying on himself was overjoyed:

It would be nice if you could pay nothing in exchange for the death of these two men.

In this way, the two slowly approached, faltering, and seemed to be about to fall at any moment.

Burst!

Wushuang finally couldn't hold it anymore, and the sword was inserted into the ground, barely stabilizing his body.

Yang Fan pounced, half-kneeling beside him, but one hand was on Wushuang's arm.

The two immediately began to fight.

"Do you still want to live...... Yang Fan lowered his voice and said, "It's hard to understand, so you are willing to die like this?"

"Death? Of course not. Wushuang looked confused and muttered: "In order to get rid of the 'Zhi Gao Tie Rule' in the dark, I have already paid such a big price, how can I be willing to die like this?"

"Okay, since you don't want to die, then you give me your life for the time being. Yang Fan took a deep breath: "I only have three chances to make a move, and your injury is not very serious, as long as I dissolve the 'Demon Flame Soul' in your body, I can restore some of your combat strength." ”

"Tell me, what should I do?" Wushuang closed his eyes and slowly accumulated strength, he felt that Yang Fan was dissolving the inhuman torture in his body.

"Don't resist. Yang Fan spit out four words.

(To be continued)