Chapter 261, you can't die with me

The crowd followed the prestige, but when they saw Xue Wuxi stand up, their eyes were full of unwillingness.

"Xueyue's thirteenth sword, is it really something you just realized?" Xue Wuxiu shouted with almost the last trace of strength.

Upon hearing this, a flash of surprise flashed in the eyes of Xue Yuxuan and Xue Nantian, Xueyue's thirteen swords, but the secrets that the Xue family did not pass on, only the direct descendants of the family can cultivate, can Xiao Fan also? And also know the thirteenth sword?

"Is it difficult?" Xiao Fan's tone was very plain, still only three words.

"Ahem..." Xue Wuxi coughed up blood, still reluctant to believe it.

"Xueyue's thirteen swords, after learning the previous twelve swords, is it difficult to launch the last one?" Xiao Fan smiled coldly.

Is it difficult to launch the last sword?

Xiao Fan's words seemed like a sharp knife pierced into the Xue family's chest, making them breathless.

The crowd was also inexplicably horrified. Looking at the extremely frivolous Xiao Fan dressed in black, his heart trembled slightly.

"Xue Yuxuan, from today onwards, you are the Emperor Xueyue, and today's affairs all start and end with me!" Xue Wuxiu suddenly looked at Xue Yuxuan with a determined smile on his face.

He took a deep breath, his hands burst into light, and he patted directly at the Tianling Gai.

boom! Xue Xue's head exploded and the headless body fell to the ground.

"Uncle!" Xue Yuxuan exclaimed, trying to stop it, but it was too late.

Xiao Fan squinted his eyes, and the development of the matter exceeded his expectations. He had thought about fighting for the throne of Xue Yuxuan by killing Xue Yulong. Where did he know that it would trigger Dayan and Xueyue's war.

People may think that Xue Wuxiu has lost because he died, but many people know that Xue Wuxiu did not lose. He used his death to save the Xueyue Dynasty.

Anyone who knows the relationship between Xiao Fan and Xue Yuxuan knows that Xiao Fan can't kill them all, and only Xiao Fan can end this war.

Before the outbreak of this war, who would have thought that the life and death of a great dynasty was actually in the hands of a little war king cultivator.

The eyes of the crowd fell on Xiao Fan one after another, fighting and making peace, as long as he said a word.

"It's time to end." Xiao Fan suddenly took a deep breath, and he also deeply realized the cruelty of the war, only because Xue Yulong's grievances with him, Xue's endless greed, led to so many forces.

There were tens of thousands of monks who died under Yuncheng. Looking around, the corpses were everywhere, blood flowed into rivers, and they were in ruins within a radius of more than ten miles.

This battle is bound to be remembered in the annals of history, and the name of Xiao Fan, Hao Ran, is among them.

"Everyone in Xueyue obeyed the order, immediately withdraw their troops and return to Xueyue!" Xue Yuxuan looked at the corpses all over the floor, with a bit unbearable in his eyes. He could not blame Xiao Fan for all this. The culprits were Xue Yulong and Xue Wuxi!

The war is cruel, and the fight for the position of the emperor is not much better. It's just that the battlefield has changed a place. Thinking of this, Xue Yuxuan breathed a sigh of relief. At least, it was not his own that killed Xue Yulong. My brother.

Soldier Xueyue took heavy steps and headed away from Yuncheng.

"Brother Xiao, please come again in the next day." Xue Yuxuan slightly clasped his fists. Seeing Xiao Fan nodded, Xue Yuxuan also turned and left.

The war between Xueyue and the Dayan Dynasty ended here. As for how it will develop in the future, no one knows, but people know that as long as Xiao Fan does not die, Xueyue will never dare to commit Dayan again.

"Father!" At this moment, Yun Luoyu's voice sounded. In his arms, it was Yun Tianchi, the lord of the Great Swallow, who was dripping with blood. He was seriously injured, and almost only breathed out.

A figure flashed by, and Xiao Fan suddenly appeared on Yuntianchi's body. Several golden needles appeared in his hand, accurately inserted into several acupuncture points in Yuntianchi.

His hand grasped the pulse of Yuntianchi, a trace of soul power penetrated into Yuntianchi's body, his brows were frowned, and his face was a bit ugly.

"Brother Xiao, please save my father!" Yun Luoyu knelt down with his legs toward the ground as the mist steamed in his eyes.

"Brother Yun, don't do that!" Xiao Fan quickly lifted Yun Luoyu without letting him kneel down, "I will do my best!"

"Brother Xiao, I know that my body has reached the point where the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry. You don't need to waste your mind." Yun Tianchi's face was pale and his voice was extremely weak.

Xiao Fan remained silent, still quietly investigating Yuntianchi's injuries.

"Luo Yu, from today, you will be the king of the big swallow." Yuntianchi has already begun to explain the funeral.

"No, father, you will be fine." Yun Luoyu shed tears and shook his head like a rattle.

"Stupid boy, who is immortal in the world, birth, old age, sickness and death is just human nature." Yun Tianchi shook his head, as if he had looked down upon life and death.

Then, he looked at Xiao Fan and said, "Brother Xiao, Yun has a ruthless please!"

"Since it is an unrelenting request, then there is no need to say it." Xiao Fan directly refused. Yun Tianchi took a mouthful of brother Xiao. He was less than seventeen years old. Being called a brother by a forty or fifty year old made him feel very strange. .

Upon seeing this, Yun Luoxue almost yelled at him. Her father was dying. Can you agree to something first?

"Old Qin, please save my father." Yun Luoyu had to turn the straw to Qin Mo.

Qin Mo took a deep breath, squatted down, grabbed the pulse of Yuntianchi's other hand, and shook his head helplessly after a short while: "The dantian is broken, the soul sea is shattered, the battle spirit is destroyed, and the old are helpless."

When Yun Luoyu and Yun Luoxue heard this, their faces were as gray as death. Qin Mo is the top-ranking pharmacist of the sixth-rank refinement, and he can't even save him. Who is there to save his father, but they don't know that Qin Mo has become a seventh-rank. The matter of the alchemist.

"Brother Xiao, Yun Mou begs you to take down the feathers and become a disciple." Yun Tianchi was quite excited, and firmly grasped Xiao Fan's hand, as if you didn't agree, I would never die.

"You know, I am most afraid of trouble." Xiao Fan shook his head, still relentlessly rejecting.

"Xiao Fan, don't you agree to my father's last request? Accepting my second brother as a disciple will not hurt you." Yun Luoxue finally couldn't help it, tears gushing out.

Xiao Fan ignored it, he naturally knew what Yuntianchi's idea was, and wanted to keep Dayan from losing, but he didn't want to stay in Dayan forever.

He also has his own things to do. His father Xiao Changfeng is unsure about his life or death. Although he doesn't have much affection, Xiao Fan, as a son of man, cannot be indifferent.

Moreover, he has to take the little witch back. Without sufficient strength, neither of these two things can be done, so how can he stay in Dayan?

"You!" Yun Luoxue looked at Xiao Fan angrily, Yun Tianchi could only smile bitterly.

"Don't worry, you can't die if I'm here." Xiao Fan looked at Yuntianchi in an angry tone.

"What?" The two brothers and sisters Yun Luoyu and Yun Luoxue looked at Xiao Fan in amazement, their gray eyes regained their looks, and hope was ablaze.

"Xiao Fan, can you really save him?" Qin Mo was also shocked. His dantian was broken and his fighting spirit was destroyed. Unless the gods are alive, who can save Yuntianchi?

At least, he Qin Mo has nothing to do.

"Yun Luoyu, you clean up the battlefield first and find me a quiet place." Xiao Fan nodded, then looked at Qin Mo and said, "Old Qin, please help me."

"Okay!" Yun Luoyu and Old Qin said without hesitation, expressions of excitement inexplicably.