Chapter 223 The Mystery of the Decisive Battle

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

Also in retreat is Lin Zhong, who is rushing to the concentrating period.

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

In a blink of an eye, half a month passed, and Yang Fan's soul trauma was about to be healed.

"The unparalleled sword art is really terrible. Fortunately, it was me. If it were other monks who endured such an attack, they would probably lose their spiritual fighting spirit and leave indelible troubles, and there would be no hope of being promoted to a higher level from now on."

Until this moment, Yang Fan's mind often saw a sword on the "Yanyue Desert" that was shockingly shattered and shattered gods.

Staying in Wuliu Town, Yang Fan spent most of his time in the short term on recuperation, and his life was leisurely and peaceful.

During this period, Yang Fan contacted people from the "Dark Blood Dynasty" several times, and his direct subordinate Ling Feng also secretly came to Wuliu Town.

"When I'm not here, pay more attention to the situation here and protect my family."

Yang Fan once repeatedly reminded him.

"Please rest assured, elder, this is also what the king has ordered."

Ling Feng said respectfully.

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

"Elder, Ling Feng is curious about something. I heard that you had fought Wushuang once and did not lose."

Lingfeng asked curiously.

"Haha, did you hear the king? When I fought with Wushuang, no one was present."

Yang Fan was not curious about him knowing about this, because Wushuang was also a member of the Dark Blood Dynasty.

Ling Feng smiled mysteriously: "There is a small sect in the Yanyue Desert called "Hanyue Gate". On that day, all the disciples of the Hanyue Gate in the entire oasis died, but except for one disciple in the Qi Refining Stage."

There is actually a living mouth?

When Yang Fan heard this, he felt a stern.

That day, it was just his battle with Wushuang, and Hanyue Sect was not their target of killing.

Then, some things do not develop according to subjective will.

However, it was that day that Yang Fan could understand Wushuang more clearly.

"Elder, we can only guess the real result of the decisive battle that day, but we cannot confirm it." A strange light suddenly flashed in Lingfeng's eyes: "But did you do the destruction of the Hanyue Sect? Besides the decisive battle, what else happened there?"

"Indeed, it was a little unexpected." Yang Fan was trapped in deep memories, a trace of remembrance appeared on his face, and various complex feelings flashed in his eyes.

Ling Feng said carefully: "Ling Feng is very curious, can the elder tell me?"

Yang Fan pondered for a long time and finally sighed softly: "You come to the clinic tonight."

"Yes, thank you elder." Ling Feng looked happy, and there were a few attacks in his eyes.

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

The king once concluded: This son will one day surpass us.

That day, at Xianhong Medical Center, Wushuang killed the silver medal killer in one move, causing a tide in the Dark Blood Dynasty, thus raising him to a legendary height.

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

That afternoon, Yang Fan said to Zheng Xiaoman: "You have a break early and leave it here to me."

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

"Brother Yang, can you start talking?"

Hu Fei said with hope: "Who wins and Wushuang's decisive battle will win or lose?"

After so long together, Hu Fei and Yang Fan's friendship has become increasingly deeper.

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

call out!

At this moment, a figure flashed into the outside.

A woman in a green long gown appeared beside Yang Fan.

Hu Fei knew Lingfeng but there was no way to stop him.

"Please speak, elder, Lingfeng listen carefully."

Ling Feng said respectfully.

"If I had told you this today, would the king of the Dark Blood Dynasty get these contents the next day?"

Yang Fan said with a smile.

"This..." Ling Feng suffocated his words and said, "If the elder asked me to keep it secret, Ling Feng would naturally not say it to the king."

"Actually, it's not a big secret. Just listen to a story..."

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

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

At some point, Yang Fan even closed his eyes and a low voice rang out in this peaceful town clinic.

...

The wind roared, the yellow sand rolled, and the oasis was filled with darkness and chaos.

Here, it seems like a great battle.

A huge deep pit that was not originally related to this place suddenly appeared in this desert oasis.

Plop! Plop!

The two figures fell to the ground almost at the same time.

A terrifying wound appeared on Yang Fan's chest, and a dazzling and stunning sword light appeared in his mind, and his soul felt a sharp pain.

His body was struggling, his face twisted, and his expression was painful.

If part of his mind was not left in the Xianhong space, just a terrible sword injury from his body would make him die immediately.

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

If it is a little stronger, it can almost directly destroy Yang Fan's body and soul. Even if there is a space for Xianhong, it will not be able to save his life.

On the other side, Wushuang was lying half on the ground, his hands trembling, holding the sword inserted into the ground tightly.

A wisp of light like tentacles burned on his body, which was hard to swallow anyway.

These faint lights originally belong to the "netherworld demon flame".

In the previous fight, the demon flames and the sword light collided, and Yang Fan could actually attack the demon flames on Wushuang's body.

At this moment, Wushuang's power was almost exhausted, his soul trembled, and his body was tortured wave after wave.

But in Wushuang's eyes, there was a vague and ethereal "sword", which made his will ten times stronger, his soul immortal, and his fighting spirit never disappear.

The powerful will made him survive, and a few sword intents gradually emanated from his body.

"You are not dead..."

Wushuang gritted her teeth to support her, and her eyes fell on Yang Fan's face, who was in great pain at this moment.

"Die? How could I die like this..."

Yang Fan was extremely weak and his body suffered unimaginable destruction and destruction. He could only barely stand up but was unable to walk.

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

"Do you still want to fight?"

Yang Fan smiled coldly.

"I can't kill you..." Wushuang groaned: "Your ability to survive surprised me. Does the dual cultivation of the righteous and the demon?"

Dual cultivation of the right and the demon?

Yang Fan smiled undeniably.

Then, his expression changed and he said with a little sarcastic expression: "It is an unknown whether we can get out of this desert or walk out of it today."

Around the surroundings, sandstorms roared and the wind kept coming, and ordinary people couldn't even stand steadily.

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

However, Wushuang knew that the difficulties and obstacles they faced were not these natural factors—but from people in the desert.

"Play!"

Applause came from outside the giant pit, and the voice of a middle-aged man came: "Tsk tsk tsk... What a wonderful battle, Huang is really lucky in his life."

This middle-aged man is a cultivator in the concentrating stage and should be an elder of a sect in the oasis.

"Ant."
To be continued...