Fantasy: My Brothers Are All Sons Of Fortune

Seeing the angry Lu Xiaoxiao, Chi Yuan glared at him with beautiful eyes and puffed cheeks, and immediately closed his mouth.

Yang Xuan looked at Chi Yuan meaningfully, and then at Lu Xiaoxiao.

Seeing that Yang Xuan had almost understood the importance of Lei Yuhao's Heavenly Emperor kingdom, Hao Chuan showed a sneer on his face,

"You bumpkin, now you know that Hao Heavenly Emperor is something you can't afford to offend, right? If you don't have a background, you dare to be so arrogant, and you dare to stand up for others. Isn't that just courting death!"

After Hao Chuan spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, he continued: "Boy, I will give you a chance to surrender to me. I don't care about your attack on me before."

Haochuan thought to himself that it would be too cheap to kill such a character. After subduing him, firstly, I would appear to be magnanimous, and it would be the best way to talk about recruiting manpower in the future. At that position, there might be a chance.

Snapped!

Yang Xuan turned around and slapped Hao Chuan on the face who had just sat up with a loud slap.

"Did I give you a chance to breathe? Just because you are the Ninth Prince, so amazing? You are so proud."

"Ah! Bastard, you dare to slap this prince."

puff!

Hao Chuan was so angry that he spat out another mouthful of blood. Even his father had never slapped him since he was a child.

"It's unreasonable...it's unreasonable..."

After Hao Chuan finished speaking, his chest heaved violently. If Yang Xuan hadn't just given himself a resurrection pill while he was asking questions, he might have been pissed off by now.

"My prince, I will fight with you."

Speaking of which, Hao Chuan was about to stand up, but he was seriously injured, and before he could move around, he spurted another mouthful of blood in an instant, and fell back to his seat.

"The reason why you are so confident is because you are a piece of shit, the Ninth Prince, right? Then I will kill you today and let everyone see if I dare to kill you."

In Yang Xuan's eyes, there was a murderous aura, and the fan in his hand swiped towards the opponent's void, and an arc-shaped Sword Ray went towards the opponent's neck at high speed.

Seeing that Yang Xuan really dared to kill him, Haochuan's pupils shrank immediately, and the fear of Death appeared in his heart for the first time. But now, he is completely powerless to fight against the sword light that is cutting towards him.

Just when he thought he was about to end up in Yang Xuan's hands, he saw a feather fan swung, with a burst of strength, intercepting Yang Xuan's Sword Ray, and finally dissipated into nothing.

"You want to stop me?"

Yang Xuan glared at the man holding a feather fan.

Seeing the opponent's feather fan shake slightly twice, he said in a calm and unhurried manner: "This Taoist brother, you have to forgive others and forgive others, why do you have to kill them all?"

"It's none of your business, who do you think you are? I'll kill you today, and whoever stands in your way will die."

Yang Xuan was really angry, his eyes were full of anger, and his tone was no longer polite and flat.

This person wanted to deal with him together with Hao Chuan at the beginning, if it wasn't for Hao Chuan's proud self-esteem, maybe the two of them would have matched each other long ago. Now that they dare to obstruct him, the clay figurine is still angry.

Yang Xuan put away the Mountain and River Fan, and took out a low-grade low-grade long sword. His aura exploded, and his strength was directly raised to the limit of his vitality.

Angry Yang Xuan acted vigorously and decisively this time, and his attack was a killer move, a big move. It seems that they want to get rid of each other in the shortest possible time.

"Seven kills swordsmanship, two moves, crazy cut!"

With a cold shout from Yang Xuan, he hit the opponent's soul directly, and a phantom of Qingtian swordsmanship that surpassed the void chopped down with the momentum of destruction.

When the Lufan man saw Yang Xuan take out the long sword, his mind was already brought to the extreme. Not daring to be careless in the slightest, facing the terrifying sword shadow attacked by Yang Xuan, he fought back forcefully,

"Space-defying Wind Extermination Technique!"

The feather fan in the man's hand instantly grew larger and became a huge feather fan three feet long. The stirred air formed a series of wind blades, swarming towards Yang Xuan.

The wind blade hit the phantom of the sword body, shining with light, and making a clanging sound.

Seeing that the wind blade had completely disappeared, the sword shadow slashed madly at the opponent as if he still hadn't finished.

The man's pupils contracted sharply, and he hurriedly made a second move,

The huge feather fan frantically fanned, and it was completely exhausted before the shadow of the sword came to him.

Just when he recovered his breath, Yang Xuan's figure leaped to the top of his head without knowing when.

"Come again, i Seven Killing Sword Art, one style: Demon Killing"

Booming, the giant vitality tornado descended from the sky, crushing everything, roaring,

"Dare!"

The man shouted loudly, wondering if he was cheering himself up. The huge lupine flapped wildly and rapidly again.

"Phantom Storm!"

"Wind Spirit Phantom Kill!"

"The wind and the clouds!"

"The Gale Wind Breaks Meteor Kill!"

 …

The place where the two people's powers converged vibrated the void, and they swept wildly in all directions while vibrating their energy.

Yang Xuan appears and disappears like a ghost, and every time he makes a sword, the opponent is doing his best, outputting various Martial Skills crazily, trying to resist Yang Xuan's move with exhaustion.

The most important thing is that the two of them shifted the battlefield while fighting, and the people around them had to keep changing positions to eat melons.

To say that the most pitiful one was Du Tianxiong who was lying on the ground. One time, his body happened to be in the center of a storm, and he was instantly shaken into a blood mist while unconscious.

Yang Xuan didn't use Lei Dao's true essence, but only used his vitality, which was the strength of the middle stage of the mysterious realm, and it was not something that Du Tianxiong, who was seriously injured, could compete with.

The ultimate move, Martial Skill, took turns. The man with the feather fan in his hand finally began to change his face drastically. His vitality was rapidly consumed and he was running out.

He found that Yang Xuan seemed to be in peak condition all the time, full of vitality, which made him feel more and more uneasy.

After sending out the final blow, he retreated instantly.

"I admit defeat, I won't stop it, you can do whatever you want."

"I want to admit defeat if I can't beat it, it's too late."

Yang Xuan appeared in front of him and slashed at his throat with a sword.

The Lufan man didn't have time to react, he could only watch Sword Ray come towards his throat.

His pupils dilated, his eyes were filled with fear, and deep regret welled up in his heart. He knew why he was strong enough to stand out even though he was not strong enough.

Suddenly, there was a flash of light on his forehead, and a phantom of an old man with white beard and hair appeared in front of him, his eyes opened suddenly, and an angry reprimand sounded

"How courageous! Dare to kill our Young Master of the Yun family, he will die."

A giant palm holding up the sky, carrying the power of destroying the sky and the earth, shakes the sky and the earth, and shakes the universe.

The illusory hand shadow had just condensed and formed, and the formations covering the courtyard and the room exploded one after another. The house and several surrounding courtyards were all blown to pieces.

In the courtyard, except for Hao Chuan who couldn't move.

The rest of the people, including Yang Xuan, cast their secret techniques together and disappeared into the courtyard when the figure just appeared.