Fantasy: My Brothers Are All Sons Of Fortune

But the battle didn't end there.

After Shen Fei severely injured the other Saint, they rushed towards the remaining two Saints tacitly without any reluctance to fight.

Even if the opponent Saint reacted, Shen Fei, with the cooperation of two pairs, came up with a left and right pincer attack.

The bodies of the last remaining two Saints were instantly cut into more than ten parts.

But Shen Fei and the others knew that it was absolutely impossible to kill these Saints who had cultivated step by step.

Immediately before the other party had time to recover, each of them released the own big move again.

"A sword that separates lives!"

"Fate cutting!"

"Ten Thousand Buddhas Chaozong!"

"Mysterious Huang Wuji!"

The four ultimate extreme moves are like a violent storm, with a force of destruction, turning more than a dozen pieces of Saint's body into nothingness.

It's a long story, from the eight Shen Fei's moves to the fall of the last two Saints, and the reorganization of the other eight Saints, only eight breaths have passed.

Xiao Fan, Xiao Jie and the others dropped their jaws in shock.

"Ye Fan, how could you be Saint."

Xiao Fan showed a shocked expression. You must know that among the younger generations of Ye, Xiao, and Lin's family, although their talents are all heaven-defying, the difference in talent or resource supply is actually not too far behind.

He is only in the state of dignity now, but Ye Fan is already a Saint, how is this possible? This is absolutely impossible.

Xiao Jie was also staring at all this in a daze, it was too fast, really too fast.

There was a hint of fear in the eyes of the two men who came back to their senses. If those Saints targeted them just now, they would be dead now.

Thinking of this, the three of them felt a chill run down their spines.

"One sword breaks through the air!"

"Mysterious yellow immeasurable!"

"Bold!"

"Bold!"

It turned out that when Xiao Fan and Xiao Jie were still shocking everyone in Yutian Pavilion, Shen Fei moved, and Ye Fan also moved at the same time.

The two figures appeared beside Xiao Fan and Xiao Jie in an instant, a black and yellow ruler, and a holy-grade top-grade long sword stabbing at them respectively.

But when the ruler and sword were an inch away from the eyebrows of Xiao Fan and Xiao Jie, the jade pendants on their chests broke completely, and a force across space suddenly came to the sky above Yutian Pavilion.

"Into the battle, this is the power of the Saint King."

Ye Fan shouted loudly, and Shen Fei and the other eight Yutian Pavilion Saints retreated into the formation instantly.

A finger and a palm came from the void, and landed fiercely on the formation of the mountain guard of Yutian Pavilion.

boom!

With a trembling sound in the sky, Gu Yingxi in Closed Door Training and Yang Xuan's deity opened their eyes at this moment.

Shadow One, Shadow Two, and Shadow Three also opened their eyes in Closed Door Training.

Being inside the house, it seems to be able to see the situation outside the house.

They all looked at the formation light curtains of various colors flashing sharply high in the sky.

At this moment, it's not just the mountain guard formation.

Yang Xuan and Bai Wanwan formed a series of interlocking combination formations, which automatically recovered 70%.

Successfully blocked the finger and palm of the Holy Wang Qiang.

But the formation of Yutian Pavilion will suffer.

Centering on the outer periphery of the Yutian Pavilion formation, the surrounding mountain peaks within a thousand miles of Fang Yuan were all destroyed and exploded by the terrifying energy fluctuations generated by the Saint King's attack.

One-third of the Peerless City disappeared directly, and it was the last holy formation in the Peerless City that blocked this wave of energy.

Because Yang Qingcang and several Saints personally manipulated the formation, Yang Cheng barely blocked the energy fluctuations, but even so, the city was still half collapsed by the shock.

The people in the formation of Yutian Pavilion looked at the surroundings of Yutian Pavilion with a look of horror, and the endless mountain peaks that once surrounded Yutian Pavilion disappeared.

There are only gravel plains thousands of miles away.

"Amitābha, is this the power of the Saint King?" Chu Qingxiong looked at all this in horror. If it had been a little bit late and the distance had been a little closer, it would have been the end of the game.

"It's not the power of the Saint King, it's just that they were anxious to protect the Lord just now, and some power leaked out." Ye Fan replied lightly.

"What? Leaked power?" Chu Qingxiong's eyes were even more shocked, and he looked at Ye Fan in disbelief.

"Don't look at their mighty power, destroying the world. The result they have now is enough for them to drink a pot." Ye Fan said.

"Why?"

At this time, not only Chu Qingxiong was curious, but also other people looked over curiously.

"The power of the Saint King is not allowed to appear between the heaven and the earth. Even if there is a trace, it will be punished by Heavenly Dao, especially the 1/3 of the city of Wushuang City and the life inside."

"It will make it difficult for them to move forward in Realm, but they have to endure this punishment to have a future."

Ye Fan's words opened the door to a new world for these people, like Xuan Tianqi who used to be a member of the Nine Sects.

There are also written records in the classics, but these Tianjiao are all in their early twenties.

Not to mention Saint King, Saint was once a legend to them, how could they have the leisure to understand those illusory legends.

The main reason is that Realm is improving too fast, and there is no time to understand these things other than cultivation.

"Xiao Fan and the others have Saint King's protection on them, shall we still fight?"

Xuan Tianqi held a Feng Shui compass, flipping it back and forth in his hand.

"It's hard to kill them, so kill other people, isn't there still a few Great Saints around?"

Yang Hao looked at the Xiao Family Saints in the sky, his eyes were cold and awe-inspiring.

"Amitābha, then do it."

As soon as Chu Qingxiong finished speaking, everyone disappeared again.

As before, Shen Fei was left to sit at the end, but this time Shen Fei didn't intend to stay where he was.

Just as everyone rushed towards the other Saints, he still aimed at Xiao Jie this time.

"Ah! Grandpa Jiang, save me."

When Xiao Jie found Shen Fei appeared in front of own again, he was terrified.

The killing intent was far away, and it had already made him feel a sense of fear that he was about to die.

He is talented, and Shen Fei is a high rank Saint.

How to fight this? I can only ask for help.

boom!

It was another Saint King's palm, and the shattered space came towards Shen Fei.

But this time, it was obvious that Shen Fei was pulled into the dimensional space the moment the palm appeared.

"It's just you waiting!"

Excitement flashed in Shen Fei's eyes, and he stared fixedly at the palm print Shrouding the Heavens covering the sun.

This time his goal was the palm of the Saint King, and killing Xiao Jie was just for the sake of it.

He wants to try to see if he can leapfrog the competition. If it was the Saint early stage, he would not try it lightly, but now he is considered the peak Saint, and it should be no problem to compete with this palm.

"Sword of Killing God: Ten Thousand Blades of Floating Life."

An ultimate Sword Ray, an indomitable sharpness, and a destructive killing edge.

Forcibly shook the palm of Wanjun that Shrouding the Heavens covered the sun.

boom!

A loud noise shook the sky, and the ears of the surrounding people were instantly deaf for a few breaths.

The huge palm under the sky stopped, and a small figure and an extreme Sword Ray stalemate with it in the palm.