Fantasy: My Brothers Are All Sons Of Fortune

At this time, three white-haired old men came out from the void, one with a sword, one with a knife, and one with a feather fan.

"It's been so many years, holding the own knife, it feels so strange."

At this time, the old man holding the knife adjusted his way of holding the knife back and forth.

At the same time, he looked at the knife in his hand over and over again, as if he was missing the once peerless beauty.

"Cut, is this the pretend way for the elderly?" Yang Xuan looked at the three old men with disdain, not talking nonsense, "Ying Qi, Ying Ba, Fang Lao, go teach them how to be kind-hearted old men .”

"Since I dislike the discomfort of living people lying in coffins, then I will send you all to The Underworld."

"Yes! Young Master/Pavilion Master!"

The three quickly soared into the air, and the half-holy aura was fully revealed at this moment.

"How is it possible? How is it possible for you to have three demi-saints?" The old man with a feather fan in his hand stared wide-eyed, not daring to believe it.

This doesn't fit the circumstances of their investigation, not to mention that Yang Xuan has been in the Blood Demon Sect for so many years.

"Nothing is impossible, there are still many things you don't know, how dare Qingming fight?" At this time, Fang Lao was in high spirits, and the aura of semi-saint was lingering around his body.

The other three looked at Yang Xuan and the others, except for the middle-aged man with a horn on his head who couldn't understand Realm, no matter how they looked at it, the others didn't look like half saints.

Even if the man with the horns on his head is a semi-saint, he believes that seven or eight venerables should be able to hold him back for a while.

The rest of the people want to kill Yang Xuan and the others, only in an instant, with ease.

"Fight, fight, whoever is afraid of whom." The old man with the knife who pretended just now shouted.

call out

Shhhhhh...

Several people rose into the sky in an instant and disappeared in place.

"Pavilion Master, I think I can hide in the void and wait for the opportunity. At the same time, use the opponent to hone my own foundation."

At this time, Mu Lao transmitted the voice to Yang Xuan.

Yang Xuan's eyes lit up immediately, this is a good idea, not just them, our brothers can do it too.

"Well, yes, it's just a matter of using these old guys to practice." Yang Xuan agreed without hesitation.

Although these old guys have lost a lot of energy and blood, their combat experience is solid.

The next moment,

Mu Lao disappeared directly in place.

All this happened very suddenly and quickly. The thirteen Ninth-Rank powerhouses had just finished their shock when the three half-sages of their own side appeared. This was something they didn't know beforehand.

Before the smile on his face could fully bloom, three semi-saints appeared on Yang Xuan's side one after another, almost scaring them half to death.

Just when they didn't know what to do, several half saints suddenly flew away from Qingming.

This made them see hope again, and a look of excitement appeared on their faces involuntarily.

There was a flash of light in his eyes, looking at Yang Xuan and the others was like looking at prey.

"Haha...boy, I didn't expect you to still have half saints, but everything is in vain now, die!"

Saying that an imaginary big handprint of Qingtian pressed down towards Yang Xuan and the others, before the palmprint fell, the ground began to fly sand and rocks, and the ground where Yang Xuan was located began to collapse downwards in the shape of a big handprint.

"Yang Tian, ​​kill them all."

Yang Xuan originally wanted to use these people to practice his skills, but when he thought that it was an extraordinary time and he had to save his cheap father, he gave up.

"Yes, Young Master!"

"break!"

I didn't see any movement of Yang Tian, ​​just a loud shout.

The huge illusory handprint in the sky exploded instantly.

"Destroy!"

The next moment,

The thirteen Ninth-Rank powerhouses stared at Yang Tian in horror as if they had encountered some great horror.

There's only one thought in my mind,

"What Realm is this? The legendary Saint?"

"Why is this happening? There is a Saint in a place where the Liyuan Dynasty has finished playing!"

Peng!

Consciousness fell into darkness, the body became a blood mist, and no one could answer their last question in their hearts.

"Let's go!" Yang Xuan said calmly.

A few people followed the Thunderscale Bird and headed towards the capital again.

It's just that Yang Xuan and the others had just walked two miles away when they bumped into the people from Beixuanying Pavilion rushing to help Luotianmen.

Both sides are looking at each other suspiciously.

"Yang Xuan?" The third rank expert suddenly exclaimed, and the five ninth-rank experts who were traveling with him also stopped at this moment when they heard the exclamation of their own people.

In an instant, a circle was formed, surrounding Yang Xuan and the others.

"Heh... People from Beixuanying Pavilion? It's really a narrow road to enemies. Are you going to help Luotianmen?"

Yang Xuan couldn't help sneering when he saw the posture of Beixuanying Pavilion.

"Yang Xuan, why are you here? Where are the people from Luotianmen?" The strong man of the third rank had a bad premonition in his heart.

"You don't need to know why I'm here. As for the people from Luotianmen, if I give you a ride, maybe I can still catch up with them."

A murderous intent flashed across Yang Xuan's indifferent face.

"Yang Tian, ​​don't leave a single one behind!"

"Yes, young master."

The five honorable rank nine ranks, including the three honorable ranks leading the way, are just like the previous rank nine respectable ranks of Luotianmen at this moment.

Standing there motionless, his eyes were about to pop out of his eyes, as if he was enduring some great pain and pressure.

"stop!"

boom,

A huge volleying sword, carrying a blazing killing intent, slashed down towards Yang Tian.

Wherever they passed, the space cracked inch by inch, and it was unknown if the other party had restrained their breath deliberately, except for the space storm that formed, there was no harm in the surrounding area.

"Half holy!"

Yang Xuan frowned, the background of the nine sects really exceeded its imagination.

He always thought that the Nine Sects and the Blood Fiend Demon Sect were listed as the top ten Sects, and the highest Realm was only the Ninth Rank of Prestige Realm.

But now it seems that the remaining nine sects are not so simple.

Could it be that the Blood Fiend Demon Sect does not allow Saints to exist? Or was it all refined by that old devil?

Or when the thunder calamity came, the coffins that flew out were not those who were dignified and powerful, but they might also be semi-saints.

Yang Xuan shook his head, trying to get rid of these distracting thoughts, and once again looked at the majestic knife that the semi-holy slashed.

It made Yang Tian's Saint's aura shake a few times, but a gap was cut out.

But just like this, the other five Exalted Ninth Rank powerhouses instantly escaped from the edge of Death through the gap.

Even after escaping to the back of that semi-saint, his eyes were still filled with horror.

The half-sage also looked at the knife in his hand in shock, and couldn't believe that his full blow just broke the opponent's aura.

The most important thing is that the corner of the broken aura was stitched up in an instant.

After stretching out, even he was enveloped together.