The eyes of the two were opposite, Ji Wuye's eyes were full of murderous intent, but the corners of Xiao Fan's mouth were slightly hooked up with an arc, which slowly enlarged in Ji Wuye's eyes, "Not good," The eyes of the head of the Ji family who stood side by side with Xuanyuan Liancheng changed, and he shouted in a low voice, Ji Wuye was a fan of the authorities, thinking that the victory was in hand, but Xiao Fan's plan was not to hide it from the head of the Ji family, "Put it to death and live later, this kid." Xuanyuan Liancheng's eyes showed a hint of approval.

At this time, there are not many people who have this courage, especially a young overlord like Xiao Fan, who is put to death and reborn, to put it mildly, it is a gamble.

At the moment when the head of the Ji family spoke, there was a sudden change in the field, and Xiao Fan, who had retreated sharply, suddenly stopped, "Poof," the Xuanyuan sword passed through his chest, but Xiao Fan's face was still with a smile, the Huang Quan in his hand was raised, and he slashed horizontally, Xiao Fan wanted to take Ji Wuye's head, although he knew that the head of the Ji family was watching from the side, even if he killed Ji Wuye, with his seriously injured body, he was afraid that it would be difficult to leave, but for Xiao Fan, since he wanted to kill Ji Wuye, he would not care about Ji Wuye's background, his life, never feared anyone, never feared anyone.

When a man kills, there is no fear.

"Xiao family boy, you dare." An angry roar spread throughout the mountain, Xiao Fan's figure shook slightly, but he was distracted by this roar, but his movements were a little slower, and the figure of the head of the Ji family had already appeared, and he was not close to Xiao Fan.

Looking at the head of the Ji family, the corners of Xiao Fan's mouth hooked up a cold smile, and the knife in his hand waved down like a thunderbolt, but unfortunately, after all, it was still a step too slow, this knife failed to take Ji Wuye's life, and the attack of the head of the Ji family was already close at hand, Xiao Fan's heart moved slightly, and a trace of regret flashed in his eyes.

"The puppet of the Ji family, if you dare to kill him, I will slaughter your Ji family." An old roar sounded, and the figure of the old servant of the Xiao family was like lightning.

The head of the Ji family glanced at the old servant of the Xiao family coldly, but he never left his hand, Xiao Fan's figure flew out upside down, and was picked up in his arms by the old servant of the Xiao family, "Young master," the old servant looked at Xiao Fan, who was constantly vomiting blood, and his eyes were broken.

"Bump," on the top of the mountain, the middle-aged man burst out with strength, and a stone table suddenly shattered, "Who are the descendants of the Xiao family?" Is it my son? The middle-aged man looked at the old monk.

The old monk still looked like he had no joy or sorrow, "On the Tao, on the Tao, on the Tao, a good old guy with good manners, if my son has something, the Supreme Pavilion will wait to accompany him to the funeral." The middle-aged man snorted coldly, but his figure had disappeared.

Xiao Fan shook his head lightly at the old servant, but he was speechless.

"Young master," the old servant looked at Xiao Fan like this, his old face, a trace of tears loomed, Xiao Fan can't die, if Xiao Fan dies, God knows what will happen, I'm afraid that the people here, everyone will be buried with him.

How terrifying should it be for Tianmen to tear up the oath of the year and break the shackles of the world?

"If something happens to the young master, you just wait for the young master's funeral." The old servant glanced at everyone in the field, picked up Xiao Fan, and walked down the mountain, Xiao Fan was really hit hard this time, at this time, everything is not important, saving Xiao Fan's life is the most important thing.

"Want to go?" The head of the Ji family snorted coldly, since he had already made a move, he had no intention of letting the other party go.

"Let him go." Xuanyuan Liancheng's figure appeared in the field, looking at the head of the Ji family and said lightly.

"He is the son of Tianmen, the only son." Xuanyuan Liancheng looked at the head of the Ji family, these words were said to him by the eight tribes of heaven that day, the only son, that is to say, Xiao Fan is the only heir of Tianmen.

"Son of Heaven?" The face of the head of the Ji family changed slightly, that ancient and huge dynasty gave people a lot of pressure, even a figure like the head of the Ji family felt a lot of pressure.

"So what?" Immediately, the head of the Ji family snorted coldly, "Tianmen is not allowed to meddle in Huaxia affairs, this was the agreement of the year. The head of the Ji family said lightly.

When Xuanyuan Liancheng heard this, he smiled faintly, "My ancient family has already torn up the oath of the year and interfered in the grievances of the world, do you think Tianmen will still abide by the oath of the year?" Xuanyuan Liancheng looked at the head of the Ji family and asked.

Don't ask for anything else, as long as Xiao Fan is alive, Tianmen will definitely not make any moves against Huaxia, but if Xiao Fan dies, at that time, it will be futile to say anything, whether it is the Xuanyuan clan, the Ji family, or even the entire north, they will have to bear the wrath of the coming of Tianmen, the mysterious and powerful Eight Tribes, the invincible master of the world, and the old guy of the elder group, think about it, it is indeed a terrifying thing.

"The ancient guards of the Xuanyuan clan? The puppet of the Ji family? Can it really resist the Gate of Heaven? Xuanyuan Liancheng had some doubts in his heart.

"My son's revenge will naturally be avenged by me, what's the matter with closing the door of heaven?" A voice with a huge killing machine sounded in the field, a middle-aged man, standing with his hands in his hands, fell in the middle of the field, with long hair, dancing gently in the wind, a pair of eyes, but indifferent and suffocating, a vast momentum swept through the field.

"Xiao Zongheng." The face of the head of the Ji family changed slightly, and he looked at the middle-aged man.

"Young master, little young master, he." The old servant looked at Xiao Zongheng and pointed to Xiao Fan in his arms.

Xiao Zongheng looked at the old servant, "If you avoid the key point, you can't die." Xiao Zongheng said lightly, "Is the smoke good?" Xiao Zongheng looked at the old servant and asked.

"Young Master, Madame has been dead for more than twenty years." The old servant bowed his head and said in a low voice.

"Dead? You say Yanrong is dead? A shocking anger appeared in Xiao Zongheng's eyes, which almost suffocated the people in the field.

"Yes," the old servant nodded.

"Hahaha," Xiao Zongheng laughed wildly, but the laughter was extremely desolate.

"Twenty-seven years have passed, and I don't want to, but I think things are wrong." Xiao Zongheng laughed to himself.

"The head of the Ji family, Xuanyuan Liancheng, you come together, let's calculate it today, hurt my son's account," Xiao Zongheng's eyes were cold, and he took a step forward and looked at Xuanyuan Liancheng and the head of the Ji family.

Everyone was surprised, looking at the arrogant middle-aged man who suddenly appeared in the field, he actually wanted to provoke the two masters of the Ji family and the Xuanyuan family at the same time, what kind of courage was this?

Looking at Xiao Fan, "It's true, if there is a father, there must be a son." I thought that my son was already very arrogant, but I didn't want to, his father was even more crazy than him.

Nangong Xiong couldn't help but sigh, the way of the world has changed, one Xiao Fan is enough to suffocate, adding a father who is even more arrogant than him, this way? It's really not a way for the Nangong family to live.

Looking at Xiao Zongheng at this moment, the old servant's eyes were slightly excited, and he seemed to see the young Xiao Zongheng back then, "My name is Zongheng, and I should dominate the world." "That's so spirited.