Shura God Emperor

Yang Xuan saw that his sword style was about to assassinate Dao Xiao Yu, but a few meters away from Xiao Yu's body, the huge sword style seemed to sink into the air and then disappeared.

Xuankong formation!

"how is this possible!?"

Xu Zhi, who was about to rush to greet him from a distance, was stunned instantly, how could there be such a magical scene?

"Impossible! My sword-like mind is still there!"

Yang Xuan's expression suddenly changed, as if something incredible had happened.

Then, something even more magical happened.

Yang Xuan's sword style appeared out of thin air several dozen meters away from Xiao Yu.

Yes, if Pan Wenjie’s offensive was only a few meters away last time, but this time, with the improvement and enhancement of Xiao Yu's soul realm and soul power, this time the distance of the dislocation was farther.

This is the strangeness of the empty formation!

"boom!"

Yang Xuan's offensive appeared, but this time it was out.

"Formation!"

Yang Xuan's expression changed abruptly, but then his face became paler, and he roared, "Dare you kid!?"

Because Xiao Yu's use of the Profound Sky Formation did not affect his actions at all, and he rushed to kill Yan Fanhao.

Yan Fanhao felt that his whole person was enveloped by a kind of death air, that kind of killing intent, as if an invisible hand had been strangling his throat, making him breathless.

Yang Xuan's face was furious, he had already urged the extreme speed to swing his sword towards Xiao Yu.

But because he hadn't expected Xiao Yu to have this hand just now, it was already too late to wait for his second round of offensive to come over.

"Xiao Yu, dare you..."

As soon as Yan Fanhao turned his head, Xiao Yu's one hand folded into a palm, and the power of empowerment was brewing, and he suddenly rushed up.

With a scream, Yan Fanhao threw away like a broken kite.

"Junior Brother!"

Yang Xuan's pupils shrank, and suddenly he turned back and chased him. Yan Fanhao's figure was caught in the air by Yang Xuan.

When Yang Xuan saw Yan Fanhao's scene, his face was pale.

Yan Fanhao's face was full of blood, and his entire chest was completely sunken. His heart had already exploded and he couldn't catch his eyes.

Xu Zhi was also by Xiao Yu's side at this time, watching this scene coldly.

Over there, Zhang Shengxiang, Shen Cheng, and Yang Lifei were all pale.

Yes, of course they knew that Yan Fanhao gave the boy a slap to kill, or in front of Yang Xuan!

"This kid can't live or die! Even the inner disciples of the Haotian School dare to kill!" Zhang Shengxiang's eyes were a little crazy.

No one knows that Clear Sky School is the largest sect in the world.

The disciples of his sect, as well as the overall strength of the sect, are very strong, so powerful that there is no power at all, and casual cultivators dare to go against the Clear Sky School.

But now?

This young man from the Xiaoyao Sect really dared to kill the inner disciple of the Clear Sky Sect! Still ranked fifth!

The Xiaoyao Sect itself is already in decline, and now they are killing the disciples of other people's sects, isn't this trying to arouse the hatred of the Clear Sky School!

Lin Yao and Lin Hu also involuntarily took a deep breath.

Killing the disciple of the Clear Sky School is a big trouble!

Yang Xuan slowly put down Yan Fanhao, his eyes flashed with a chill, and the murderous intent contained in his eyes gave Yang Xuan a horrible aura.

"Boy, you really dare to start!"