Fantasy: My Brothers Are All Sons Of Fortune

"Yang Xuan, you want to kill me? If it weren't for the people from Sixiang Pavilion protecting you before, you thought you were still alive. You should be lucky that I didn't go looking for you, but now you have come to me without knowing your life or death."

"There are no Sixiang Pavilion people protecting you now. Since you want to court death, I will help you."

There was no fear on Qin Yan's face at this time, and even a hint of arrogance appeared on his face.

After all, he is not alone here now.

There are so many dignified and powerful people here, there is no need for him to make a move.

"Wu Elder, please also take this person down."

Qin Yan said to a third rank strong man with half-white hair.

"Holy Son, don't worry, since the other party wants to die, then I will fulfill him."

After finishing speaking, the Elder surnamed Wu jumped into the air in an instant, and made a gesture that ordinary people could not understand.

He shouted in a low voice, "Feng Yuan breaks through the air."

A huge storm of vitality appeared above Yang Xuan's head out of thin air, as if the way of air flow empowerment, it hit Yang Xuan like crushing mountains and rivers.

Yang Xuan looked up at the storm in the sky, thoughtfully.

This should be the so-called supernatural power of the wind attribute, but why is it different from what I imagined, it is a little too weak.

The law of third rank is the level of Supernatural Power so low?

Yang Xuan slowly raised his own finger, pointing upwards casually.

The surging storm above, which tore the surrounding space into space cracks, suddenly stopped miraculously as if it had encountered some kind of nemesis.

To be precise, it stopped, motionless, but it did not dissipate.

If you look carefully, you can find that Yang Xuan's fingertips have a very fine vortex, which is rotating in circles on his fingertips.

"My feeling is indeed correct. It is indeed too weak. This is to understand the fur of a wind, and he has not even entered the door. Just like that, he is still a strong third rank."

Yang Xuan spoke to himself, completely ignoring the shock of the people around him.

"Scatter!"

Yang Xuan spit out one word, the storm above his head dissipated into nothing in an instant, only the fine space cracks were slowly repairing.

"How is this possible? You actually broke through to the Venerable Realm, and you have also comprehended such a deep Law of Wind."

The old man surnamed Wu spoke out in astonishment.

Because only he knows that it is only possible to do so easily if the depth of his understanding is far beyond his comprehension.

"It's not rude to come and go, you also have a taste of my Supernatural Power, and at the same time, I also want to see the extent of what I have comprehended."

Yang Xuan turned a deaf ear to the shock of the crowd, and instead looked forward to the own move.

"Blood Devil Seven Fingers: Defeat Soul!"

Yang Xuan pointed at the old man surnamed Wu, and that old man was already prepared to resist the attack.

But,

When Yang Xuan pointed at him, there was not much change in the whole air.

"Boom!"

A voice that only the old man surnamed Wu could hear exploded deep in his soul space.

Before he could show his frightened expression, his consciousness fell into darkness.

The body fell straight towards the ground.

"What happened, and it's over?"

"How is this possible? Just one finger!"

"Wu Elder is dead?"

"That's a respectable third rank powerhouse?"

"Everyone be careful..."

Yang Xuan's light finger pointed, but it caused the people below to explode, and everyone's expressions were terrified and dignified.

"I just want to run at this time, isn't it over!"

Yang Xuan looked down at the frightened and pale Qin Yan, who was planning to sneak away when Yang Xuan was not paying attention.

In the end, he only took two steps before he was discovered by Yang Xuan.

"Yang Xuan, you have to think clearly. You have killed an Elder of our Luotianmen now, and the Four Elephant Pavilion may still keep you. If you kill me, even the Four Elephant Pavilion will not be able to save your life."

"Yang Xuan, do you really think that Sixiang Pavilion will fight our Luotianmen for you?"

Qin Yan's heart was shattered at this time, especially when he saw Yang Xuan breakthrough to the Zunjing just now, and even killed the third rank Zunjing powerhouse, he almost died of fright.

He can only hope that what he just said can frighten Yang Xuan, otherwise today's life and death are really unpredictable.

"Haha, Qin Yan, you think too highly of yourself, especially of you after death."

When Yang Xuan finished speaking,

In an instant, Qin Yan stared in horror, and his body involuntarily floated towards the sky.

"Yang Xuan, don't mess around, I'm dead, and you can't live either."

"Yang Xuan..."

"Elder, Elder, save me, save me..."

"Yang Xuan, I was wrong...you let it go, I'm definitely not messing with you."

"Yang Xuan, Uncle Yang, ancestor, I beg you, I don't want to die, I beg you, let me go, I dare not."

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Qin Yan yelled in horror at this moment, not to mention that Yang Xuan was unmoved, even the powerful men of the Luotianmen, none of them dared to move at this moment, it was Yang Xuan's finger that completely shocked him them.

If you know you can't do anything, but go up to save people, you're courting death.

These old fellows are getting smarter than each other, how could they do such a stupid thing, they can only stare at Yang Xuan in anger.

Peng!

With a bang, Qin Yan instantly turned into a blood mist.

"Ah, Yang Xuan, I will never die with you!"

At this moment,

An extremely angry voice came from afar.

Yang Xuan turned his head to look over, and saw Qin Feng leading the people from Beixuanying Pavilion, heading towards this direction quickly.

"That's good, it saves me looking for them one by one."

Qin Feng was completely covered by his own anger, when Yang Xuan entered his attack range,

With a loud roar, "All Elders, help me take this son's head!"

Without stopping at all, he drew his sword and slashed at Yang Xuan.

"Feng Nirvana Sword Slash!"

A flaming fire-attribute Sword Qi slashed towards Yang Xuan like a bamboo.

The space was scorched and made a hissing sound.

But it was such a phantom of the giant sword that lifted the sky, which stopped abruptly at a height of one foot above Yang Xuan's head.

With a wave of Yang Xuan's hand, Qin Feng flew backwards with his sword like a cannonball.

At this time, Beixuanying Pavilion and the other three strong men of the third rank also slashed at Yang Xuan.

But Yang Xuan acted calmly, pointing three fingers at the two Sword Qi respectively.

Peng Peng...

After two dull impacts, the three respectable third rank powerhouses spurted blood wildly, and with horrified expressions on their faces, they spurted blood and flew out backwards.

It's just that Yang Xuan didn't intend to let them go,

"Blood Devil Seven Fingers: Split Soul!"

Another three pointers were placed between the eyebrows of three respectable third rank powerhouses,

"ah!"

There were bursts of shrill screams, echoing under the sky.

Because the Elder in Luotianmen was shattered together with the soul space, the process was very short, and it can be said that he died without feeling.

But for these two Elders of Beixuanying Pavilion, life would be worse than death.

Yang Xuan's soul-splitting finger, under the action of the law of the soul, will tear the other party's soul into pieces little by little before he dies completely, just like a mortal's body cut into pieces by thousands of knives.

Yang Xuan didn't stop there, and stepped forward with one step,

The next moment,

It appeared directly above Qin Feng coughing up blood, and under the terrified eyes of the other party, his body exploded into blood mist.