Chapter 500 Famous in Northern Qin (Chinese)

The layers of purple phantoms were changing and elusive in front of Yang Fan.

No matter how clever the general phantom technique is, you can find flaws by carefully distinguishing it with your spiritual sense.

However, the Zi Xin Zhenren's body skills are very clever, and he can actually merge the breath and body skills together in a short period of time.

Swish swish swish-

More than a dozen phantoms were connected together, and they launched an attack on Yang Fan at the same time, which was false and difficult to judge.

Yang Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, and a hint of mockery appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Bang!

He appeared a fan with a golden feather bone handle in his hand, infusing his magic power, releasing a throbbing and uneasy aura.

"Pengyu Fan..."

A scream came from the dozen purple phantoms, and there was a deep sense of shock in the sound.

Pull it~~

Yang Fan's eyes condensed, and the peng feather fan waved. In an instant, a golden light flashed, and a golden light burst out.

The next moment, the world was dark, and only the roaring roars were left in my ears, and a violent hurricane shrouded for several miles.

In the hurricane, golden light can be seen faintly, enough to tear down everything in front of you.

If it were an ordinary hurricane, there would definitely be no such terrifying force to tear apart the metal.

Swish!

The purple phantoms connected in the void disappeared in an instant, leaving only a Zixin Zhenren who was stirred by a hurricane and flew out like a piece of paper.

"Damn... This guy actually owns Pengyu Fan, one of the eight treasure fans, and launches a range attack, so my body skills are useless."

In the hurricane, Zi Xin Zhenren was involuntarily, and purple light waves were wandering around her, rubbing with the hurricanes and light golden radiance around her, creating dazzling sparks.

As the peak powerhouse in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul and the top ten strong men in the Northern Qin Dynasty, this large-scale hurricane attack would certainly not hurt him.

However, the monks stationed in the rear were affected.

"Not good! Run--"

A high-level Jindan reacted first and immediately retreated.

Fortunately, they are still several miles away from the battlefield, otherwise these people would probably be unavoidable.

"ah……"

When the hurricane hit this point, there were still a few low-level monks who did not react and their bodies were torn into pieces and their flesh and blood were flying everywhere.

This situation made Zi Xin Zhenren feel furious.

"Retreat, everyone retreats twenty miles!"

The roar of Zi Xin Zhenren sounded dozens of miles in a radius, causing the monks stationed behind the seven sects of Jin to quickly withdraw.

He deeply understood that in front of Yang Fan, who had a large-scale killing magic weapon, thousands of troops were useless.

"Fellow Daoist Huang is very strong, and the magic attack of Pengyu Fan is almost no threat to you."

Yang Fan's smile came from behind.

Zi Xin Zhenren fixed her body in the gradually stopped hurricane, and her body turned into a series of phantoms again. There was a more carved dragon purple sword in her hand. Thunder lightning flashed on it, arousing electric snakes, slashing out a wave of purple thunder, and instantly submerging Yang Fan.

"Master, be careful, this is the "Purple Dragon Sword" of the "Zi Xin Zhenren" magic weapon, which contains powerful thunder and lightning magical powers and is extremely powerful..."

The voice of the fairy Phantom Spirit quickly rang in Yang Fan's ears.

"Purple Dragon Sword?" Yang Fan also paid attention to the carved dragon purple sword in the other party's hand. It was obviously an ancient treasure of extraordinary origin, which brought him a faint crisis.

Huh~~

Yang Fan took a light breath and a brown grass armor condensed around him, with green and earthy light shining on it, giving people a thick and tough feeling.

Puff puff...

The thundersnake and sword energy slashed out from the dragon purple sword bombarded Yang Fan, causing the brown grass armor to shake violently, almost unable to withstand it.

The power of this sword is really terrifying, almost no less than attacking the Libao Mohuang Sword and the Overlord Spear.

Zixin Zhenren can be listed among the top ten Nascent Soul Powers in the Northern Qin Dynasty, and it is indeed not a fuel-efficient lamp.

Yang Fan put away his thoughts of underestimating the enemy, and his body was floating in the void. The peng feather fan in his hand occasionally pulled it, turning into a golden fan shadow, bombarding it from close range.

Whenever here, Zi Xin Zhenren's phantom incarnation technique will be destroyed and he is in a hurry.

The small-range spell attack of Pengyu Fan also poses a great threat to it. The defense shield "squeaks" and is almost about to shatter.

In this way, the two of them were floating in the sky, fighting for a long time, and they were not sure of the outcome.

As the battle continued, Zi Xin Zhenren was secretly shocked. Yang Fan is now famous. Although he is a cultivator in the early stage of the Nascent Soul, his strength is no less than that of himself.

When he felt even more uneasy, he vaguely realized that Yang Fan seemed to have not tried his best.

Soon, Yang Fan took back the Pengyu Fan and accelerated the offensive in the battle. His palms slapped out from the air, transforming into creatures with both form and spirit, fighting with Zi Xin Zhenren in an indistinguishable way.

Finally, at some point, a sharp light flashed in Zi Xin's eyes, and the dragon purple sword in his hand suddenly trembled, making a dragon roar that shocked the sky.

Yang Fan suddenly felt a sense of pressure and threat, and thought to himself: "This seems to be the breath of a dragon, and its grade does not seem to be lower than that of the golden dragon of a semi-divine beast..."

At that time, the Diaolong Purple Sword roared and roared, and immediately turned into purple light soaring into the sky. The sound was amazing and almost shone on half of the void.

The dragon roared in the purple light soaring into the sky, and a purple thunder dragon with its teeth and claws could be seen vaguely, carrying the overwhelming thunder snakes and purple air, pounced towards Yang Fan like a rolling river.

Under this power that was like the great power of heaven and earth, Yang Fan looked solemn, and his brown grass armor was a little heavier.

At the same time, he found a blue-stick brush in his hand, waved his arms suddenly, and flew in the void.

In an instant, the green clouds trembled, and a magnificent word "Hong" blurred out of the green pen and magnified hundreds of times in the blink of an eye.

Buzz-

Invisibly, it seemed as if you could hear the sound of mountains collapsed and the earth rolling and rivers rolling.

The word "Hong" expanded and enlarged in the field of vision, and was forty or fifty feet tall, colliding with the illusory purple dragon and the purple gas of the thunderstorm in the sky.

Boom!

The void shook, the condensed clouds were smashed into pieces, and the thunderstorms rolled in the sky, and the wind and clouds moved together.

A huge momentum made Yang Fan float back more than ten feet, and the "wavy" sounded around him, but it quickly turned into nothingness.

Zi Xin Zhenren groaned, his body was shook several feet away, his face showing a look of shock, and he felt the tremendous and shocking power just now.

"The Confucian Dharma Treasure... Are you a Confucian scholar?!!!"

Zi Xin Zhenren stared at the blue-stick brush in Yang Fan's hand and exclaimed in horror.

Confucian monks were almost extinct in the Northern Qin land and rarely seen.

However, there are many Confucian sects in the inner sea.

Yang Fan's world in paintings and green brushes are all ancient treasures of Confucianism in Tianlan Palace, and their magical powers are extraordinary.

Logically speaking, Yang Fan is not a Confucian monk and it is difficult to exert the true power of the Confucian magic weapon.

But with his natural vastness of the Immortal Hong Jue, he was able to use Confucian magic weapons and was able to use them easily.

This surprised Yang Fan.

Huh~~

Zi Xin Zhenren took a deep breath, his face became more and more serious, and there was fear in his eyes.

Just now, he almost used the strongest attack, but was easily resolved by Yang Fan.

The other party can kill the great Nascent Soul monk. Even if he is lucky, he still has great strength.

He secretly complained in his heart: It seems that he will not be able to kill the opponent today, and at most it will be a draw.

"Haha, Fellow Daoist Huang... The warm-up is over, now it's Yang Fan's turn to launch a real counterattack."

Yang Fan's calm voice came from the clouds not far away.

Upon hearing this, Zi Xin Zhenren's expression changed drastically.

The warm-up ends?

These four words were like heavy hammers, hitting his heart hard.

Could it be that the other party didn’t use all his strength in the thrilling battle just now?

Yang Fan moved his mind and the Pengyu Fan appeared in front of him again.

Pulalala...

Suddenly, the entire golden feather bone shank fan was split into several parts. As the light flashed, several golden light blades rotated rapidly around him, and even the handle in his hand came out.

In less than one breath, these golden fan feathers and fan shank formed a pair of golden wings behind Yang Fan, with a brilliant surface.

It was a pair of two feet long golden wings, with brilliance everywhere, releasing a momentum of forcing the world.
To be continued...