Ao ~

Hu Fei's palm was hit with a blood hole, and the blood splattered, and the pain was inexplicably painful. With his perverted body, he could not heal the wound in a short period of time.

"What a hard body,"

Wushuang looked at Hu Fei a few times, and was a little surprised. The attack just now condensed the power to the extreme, but did not destroy the opponent's arm, but just broke a blood hole.

"You are probably not of pure human blood..." Wushuang glanced at Hu Fei with a faint look.

When Hu Fei was moaning in pain when he heard this, he trembled in a trembling state.

Not a pure human blood?

Yang Fan's heart was shocked. What does Wushuang mean?

"My body has been condensed from the womb and has reached the limit of human beings. Even compared with some demon cultivators who practice physical body, it is not much worse... But your body obviously exceeds the limit of human beings..."

Wushuang said with a calm face.

Yang Fan understood that what Wushuang had was a perfect body.

"Is Hu Fei not a human, a monster or other foreign object..." Yang Fan was secretly shocked.

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

In the transformation stage, it is comparable to the old monster in the Nascent Soul stage among the high-level monks in the immortal world.

In this way, Hu Fei is unlikely to be a monster or other alien.

"Ah--" Hu Fei suddenly beat his chest with both hands and let out a miserable roar. A taboo in his body triggered it one step closer.

Buzz ~

A vague mysterious phantom appeared behind him, and a terrifying aura of eternal pastorality hit his face.

“That’s…”

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

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

thump!

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

Buzz ~

The mysterious phantom behind Hu Fei's aura was getting stronger and stronger.

Yang Fan's mind trembled and he couldn't resist it anymore.

“Huh?”

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

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

It's the puppy.

Yang Fan quickly immersed his mind in Xianhong Space and found that the puppy had a strange look on his face, and that irresistible will also disappear in his mind.

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

"Just feel a familiar atmosphere, but it's very light, very light..."

The puppy was a little confused, and he couldn't say anything.

Yang Fan felt inexplicably and didn't care about so much, leaving half of his mind in the Xianhong space to prevent surrendering to the terrible aura.

Swish!

His thoughts returned to the real space.

clang!

A cool and cold light like a training passes through the void, accompanied by a sound of swords.

Looking at him, Wushuang drew out the sword, and a sharp sword energy that was about to break through the sky burst out from the vague sword light.

Yang Fan saw a strange scene. In Wushuang's deep eyes, there was a "sword" floating in the void, which looked not very real, as if it blocked time and space and the cycle of reincarnation.

"break!"

The sword deep in Wushuang's eyes lit up, and the sword in his hand waved, and an amazing sword light seemed to ignore the distance of space and slashed hard on the mysterious phantom behind Hu Fei.

puff!

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

thump!

Hu Fei vomited blood in his mouth and fell to the ground, his personnel were unconscious and his life and death were unknown.

clang!

A flash of cold light, accompanied by a crisp and pleasant sound of metal, the sword returned to the sheath.

Wushuang's face was a little weak. He looked at Hu Fei who was lying on the ground and said calmly: "You lost."

However, Hu Fei was unconscious and could not hear any sound.

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

Yang Fan hurried over to check Hu Fei's injuries.

As a result, he discovered a strange situation. Hu Fei still had vitality in his body, but his soul seemed to be in a deep sleep.

The soul sleeps...

Yang Fan's heart skipped a beat, feeling extremely difficult, and felt a little hungry.

Wushuang looked at the two of them indifferently, and her body was suspended in the air. After a while, she spoke: "He is defeated, and it will be your turn in the next battle..."

A sneer flashed across the corner of his mouth: "Although this battle is quite powerful, I have not done my best yet.

Haven't done your best yet?

Yang Fan felt powerless, his fists clenched, and almost lost all his beliefs.

"Of course, you can give up now, so that I can save my kung fu..." 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 has increased several times, he will not be an unparalleled opponent.

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

Do you really want to give up?

Yang Fan took a deep breath, feeling a little unwilling.

He is now present as a miracle doctor. Under his hypocritical face, he actually has a heart that tends to be more demonic. It can be seen that he can choose to practice demon skills without hesitation.

For the long-term future, he is so low-key and amiable. At the same time, the artistic conception of Xian Hongjue keeps his mentality calm and peaceful, and he is indifferent to the world.

If you give up...what will it have?

Yang Fan felt cold. Once he gave up, he would be defeated by Wushuang on the spiritual level, leaving an indelible shadow. From then on, he could only look down on him and be completely stepped on by him.

My palm against the will of heaven? How can I fall under my command?

Yang Fan's heart of a strong man who was hidden deep in his heart was finally touched and completely detonated.

This is the Yang Fan, the arrogant and respected as the first genius of the family.

"No...you can't..." A person's voice came from afar.

It was Yan Wang Yuwen Lie.

At this moment, Yuwen Lie looked much older than before. After the worship just now, he seemed to have lost all his fighting spirit and become an old man who has smoothed all his faith and will.

Yang Fan's mind moved and suddenly recalled what Yu Wen Lie said before at Xianhong Medical Center: "This is also like me when I was young. At that time, I was a huge miles of martial arts day by day, and my progress was extremely fast. Unfortunately, when I had children and family business, I lost that mentality."

"Give up?" Yang Fan took a deep breath, his eyes condensed into a point, and he said in an unprecedented solemn tone: "As long as you have one day to pursue the immortal path, you will not give up."

After saying this, Yang Fan felt that the accumulated breath in his heart suddenly dissipated, his mood suddenly became clear, and his fear and fear of Wushuang in his heart also disappeared.

At this moment, Wushuang seemed to be just one of the countless disasters he had in his difficult journey to immortality, and was an indispensable experience.

"Okay, okay!" Wushuang spit out three words in a row, with a strange expression on her face. She immediately looked at Yang Fan and said coldly:

"If you gave up at that moment just now, I would erase you from the world with a sword without hesitation."

When Yang Fan and King Yan felt a chill when they heard this.

Yang Fan breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he realized in an instant that he not only improved his artistic conception to a higher level, but also saved his life.

The moment just now was the choice between the middle of life and destiny...

"Because you have taken away the heart of my loved one..." Wushuang said deeply, and a trace of soul-touching pain appeared in his eyes, "So, my battle with you will not show mercy."

"See you in two months!"

Wushuang dropped his last sentence, shook his body, moved ten feet out of thin air, and then walked away like this, her white clothes were as misty as a fairy.
Chapter completed!