The four brothers of the Wind Forest Volcano are famous masters of the Xianle Dynasty.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, he was pierced through the chest by a sword and died on the spot in an instant!

"What?"

Fang Tiantian still had a smile on his face, and that sword light had already penetrated the corpse and swept in front of him.

There was a look of horror in his eyes.

At this moment, a vast white aura emerged from in front of him.

The imperial luck of the Xianle Dynasty finally roared when his life was threatened, pouring down from the void like a waterfall, and the snow-white light shrouded the surroundings of the Great Prince Fang's talent!

The three-color sword qi that assassinated the peak of the four Martial Emperors bombarded the snow-white imperial qi, causing a burst of ripples before it was finally blocked by it.

The fortune of the dynasty appeared, and between the vast heaven and earth, there was a roaring sound that continued to sound.

The imperial luck from the Xianle Dynasty spread all over the radius at this moment.

The two martial sects, Bai Ye Kill and Wang Mo, who fought at the top of the Absolute Heaven Peak, finally noticed that something was wrong on this side, and immediately stopped the battle and rushed back to this side......

"You see, he can't help me, can he?"

Fang Tiantian was relieved when he saw that the Imperial Qi Luck was blocking that sword light.

He turned his head triumphantly and smiled confidently at Yun Wu'er and the three girls.

With the imperial luck of the Xianle Dynasty, he was confident that as long as he didn't kill the Martial Sect of that level in the white night, he wouldn't be able to kill him.

He is not only from the Xianle Dynasty, but also the great prince of the Xianle Dynasty, and the dynasty's luck is stronger than other officials!

However, he was reassured too soon......

Just as he turned his head and smiled at the third girl, his head suddenly flew up.

At the same time, the white imperial fortune that connected heaven and earth, like a curtain of cloth, was cut in two by an invisible sword light!

"Ahh

Yun Wu'er watched his head fly up, and was immediately scared and screamed.

The Empress Dowager and Mrs. Zhao, who were not too worried at first, also had their pupils constricted now.

As the head of the Great Prince Fang of the Xianle Dynasty landed, Yang Xiao's black-clothed figure was like a messenger from hell, approaching them step by step.

The whole audience was full of corpses.

The only ones left were the three of them.

"He, how can he be so strong?"

"In a short period of time, how can he have the power to cut off the fortune of the dynasty?"

"Could it be that in the Void Torrent, not only did he not die, but he encountered an opportunity?"

Madame Zhao and the Empress Dowager each looked like ashes.

Even the imperial luck of the Xianle Dynasty couldn't stop Yang Xiao, how could they keep the luck of the Great Xia Dynasty they had?

"What kind of thief, dare to cut my Xianle Dynasty luck!"

A thunderous shout came from above the sky behind Yang Xiao.

Along with it, there was a pale aura sword, bursting out from the hands of a white-haired old man, and a cold and terrifying look appeared in his pale eyes.

It is the white-robed, white-haired, white-night kill, the super martial arts powerhouse from the Xianle Dynasty!

At this moment, the eyes of the old man who killed the white night were full of anger.

The luck of the Xianle Dynasty was cut off!

The Great Prince Fang Talent was beheaded!

He just left for a while, wanting to teach the old man Wang Mo a lesson, but this happened?

It's hard for him to imagine how much responsibility he has to bear?

"You made me break my word, you made me break my word!"

White Night Kill was almost a little crazy, all his white hair flew out, and a pair of white pupils were like demons, full of cold and pale death killing intent.

A hundred years ago, he had made a promise that he would protect the Fang family, the royal family of the Xianle Dynasty, for the rest of his life.

As a result, now, just after leaving for a short while, Fang Tiantian died in front of him, his head flying!

This made Bai Ye's heart almost collapse.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

White Night Kill is even crazier than Yang Xiao.

The momentum of his whole body suddenly soared, and after releasing that pale sword ray, every pore on his body seemed to begin to breathe aura, and every long white hair turned into a knife and flew in the air.

Breakthrough, the fourth level of martial arts!

Wang Mo originally returned with him, but now, the White Night Kill broke through to the fourth level of the Martial Sect's aura storm, and directly lifted Wang Mo's old body to an unknown place.

The white sword light formed a storm and swept towards Yang Xiao.

The fourth level of the Martial Sect's super momentum was even more terrifying than the luck of the Immortal Le Dynasty, and the entire heaven and earth changed color, and the roaring waves of qi swept towards the surroundings.

The dense woods and small hills within a radius of ten miles were swept away by this wave of air and completely razed to the ground!

"Night Killing Sword Light, Everything Ashes Annihilation!"

The pale sword light, like a torrential rain, accompanied by the momentum of the intermediate martial sect, poured down towards Yang Xiao.

The queen mother and the three of them were swept away by the momentum of the white night killing, and they all flew upside down for several feet.

When they barely stabilized their figures, as soon as they looked up, they saw Yang Xiao and Bai Weixue, who had been enveloped by the countless pale sword lights in the sky.

"He's dead!"

There was a glimmer of hope in the eyes of the three women.

"Yang Xiao, you are such a fool, hahaha!"

Mrs. Zhao even laughed arrogantly: "I dare to kill the luck of the Xianle Dynasty and kill the great prince of the Xianle Dynasty, and I don't look at who is protecting him!"

"With your IQ, even if you are given a great opportunity, it will be impossible to counterattack after all, a fool is a fool!"

The Queen Mother also said coldly.

The third prince didn't die, so what?

Kill here in the white night, he can only die again!

However, at the center of the storm where the pale sword light was about to sweep into the sky, Yang Xiao did not say a word, and his face was extremely calm.

That's it.

Even the girl in white beside him was calm, as if the white night killing did not exist.

Divine Sword Child, the sword is dead.

Bai Weixue firmly believed this, even though she had already felt the breath of death, but with her understanding of Yang Xiao's strength, she completely ignored the pale sword light condensed by Wu Zong.

"The ancient sword soul, the wind has no shadow. ”

Yang Xiao's expression was cold!

He didn't even move, and the invisible sword light, like the autumn wind of death, swept out behind him.

This invisible sword light, which had just cut off the imperial luck of the Xianle Dynasty, was one of the nine desolate ancient sword souls in Yang Xiao's body.

Everyone in the audience didn't feel the existence of this sword light at all.

There seemed to be a light breeze blowing, and the day was quiet.

The whole world seems to be split in two at this moment.

Behind Yang Xiao, the pale sword light in the sky, the white-robed and white-haired figure who killed in the white night, the old man of the Great Xia Martial Sect who was thrown away, Wang Mo, as well as the mountain and the cloud, that day, were all cut in half!

The breeze blows, and the sword soul sleeps.

In Yang Xiao's eyes that seemed to have a sneer, the shadows of the last three living people were reflected.

The Queen Mother, Mrs. Zhao, Yun Wu'er!

The three of them are already stupid.