Chapter 687

At this moment, everyone was shocked by Fan Ye's action. Fan Ye's purpose was very clear. He wanted to kill the three people.

Once Fan Ye wants to kill the three people, he will undoubtedly ignore Van Gogh's life and death. This means is not only cruel, but also in line with the rumor's description of him.

Calm as a mountain, the means are vicious. If you don't move, you will be killed and decisively felled.

"Fan Ye is already the great prince of the great Vatican Dynasty. In the end, the throne must also be his. It's just some spiritual tools and skills. Why lose the life of Van Gogh?" Some people don't understand that the gains and losses seem to be obvious.

A man next to him glanced at the man and said, "you are too naive. How can one mountain contain two tigers? The great Vatican Dynasty is an extremely autocratic Dynasty, which can only be controlled by one person."

"In addition to the princes who inherited the throne in previous dynasties, the other princes either disappeared or fell. Few survived. It is reasonable for Fan Ye to kill Van Gogh."

There was a constant noise of discussion, which revealed Fan Ye's intention. Many people's eyes at Fan Ye suddenly changed subtly, with a little more fear.

Sometimes the most frightening thing is not the powerful opponent, but the closest person. In order to pursue power, Fan Ye is so cruel that many people are awed.

Many people looked at Van Gogh with sympathetic eyes and couldn't help sighing in their hearts.

I'm afraid even Van Gogh himself didn't think that his own brother would kill himself. He wanted to rely on him, but he was finally buried in his hands. How sad and ironic.

"Hum, Fan Ye's move is very much like the style of the great Vatican Dynasty. It's despicable and shameless." Huoze gave a cold sarcasm, and his eyes were full of disdain.

"It's really out of style, but after all, it's their family business, and it's not easy for us to intervene." Another Tianjiao said.

Many people nodded in agreement. Although Fan Ye was cruel, at least he didn't provoke them, and they wouldn't take the initiative to provoke him.

But it is undeniable that everyone has been on guard against Fan Ye and is always vigilant against him. Such a jackal like existence has to be on guard.

Fengtianyi didn't seem to care about the dialogue between the people. His eyes were always staring at the three Qin Xuan below. He wanted to see how they would deal with it.

In an instant, the space was like a melting pot. Endless terrible flames rolled endlessly in the void, and the terrible pressure fell on the three Qin Xuan, directly penetrating their defense and bombarding their flesh. Even their souls felt burned.

"Let my brother go and I can spare your life."

Fan Ye stands on the void and looks down on Qin Xuan.

Although his eyes were cold, he was suffocating from head to foot.

It's too powerful. Although the peak state of the eight layers of the king of the Yuan Dynasty is only four or five times higher than them, it's like the separation between heaven and earth. It can't compete at all, which makes people powerless.

"Strength... Strength. Without strong strength, you can only be manipulated by others." Qin Xuan's eyes were very cold, and his heart was filled with an urgent desire for strength again. The gap between them was too big to make up.

Unless you use those cards

At this point, a terrible killing intention spread in Qin Xuan's heart, and his pupils became extremely deep and indifferent, with a strong killing idea, just like the eyes of a demon God.

If Fan Ye insists on their death, he doesn't mind letting the other party pay a heavy price.

"It seems that you really don't care about your brother's life and death." Xuanyuan looked at Fan Ye with a sneer. Then he looked at fan Gu sympathetically and said, "it's not that I don't want to let you go. You also saw that he wants to kill you."

Xuanyuan Shatian didn't say that Fan Ye didn't want to save him, but directly said that Fan Ye wanted to kill him. There was a big difference.

A look of despair flashed in his eyes. Van Gogh took a deep breath and said coldly, "if you do this, if your father knows, you should know what the consequences will be."

"The wasteland is so big that there are countless demons. It's reasonable to meet one or two outlaws. My father and Emperor will only know that his son died of revenge, but I can't save him."

Fan Ye faintly spits out a voice. He has already thought about all the future. His brother's death has nothing to do with him.

As soon as this remark came out, the onlookers' hearts shook fiercely, and their eyes were full of shock.

This is how cold and heartless it is to say such words. Some people even found that when Fan Ye said these words, there was no fluctuation on his face, as if he were saying extremely ordinary words.

He works with Fan Ye, always thinking about the result, and won't let anything bad happen to him.

A bitter smile suddenly appeared in the corner of Van Gogh's mouth, which seemed to laugh at himself. What Van Gogh said was not wrong. If he didn't want revenge, how could he fall into the hands of Xuanyuan Shatian, and how could it lead to the current situation.

He deserved everything, but he didn't expect that the evil consequences would come to him so soon.

"What now?" Xuanyuan looked very dignified and said to Qin Xuan and Jian.

"Kill." The sound of the sword is as sharp as a sword. It is cold and ruthless. His heart of the sword will never change because of his opponent. The eight levels of the king of yuan will make him fear, but it will not make him fear.

"Broken sky, can Xuanyuan palace frighten the great Vatican dynasty?" Qin Xuan suddenly asked.

"You mean..." Xuanyuan looked at Qin Xuan in a daze. He seemed to understand his idea, nodded slightly, and then said coldly to Fan Ye: "you'd better think about what you're doing. If you hit me, you're ready to bear the anger of Xuanyuan palace."

"He is indeed the man of Xuanyuan palace." Many people looked surprised. Although they vaguely guessed that Xuanyuan Shatian came from Xuanyuan palace, they were still shocked to hear Xuanyuan Shatian admit it.

The strength and influence of Xuanyuan palace can never be ignored in Tianxuan nine regions. It is an extremely terrible existence.

However, on Fan Ye's face, there was no surprise, not even a trace of surprise. He was always calm and calm, as if he had known for a long time.

"I know you come from Xuanyuan palace. I won't kill you, but the two people next to you must die." Van Gogh said calmly.

When Qin Xuan shouted the word "Xuanyuan" to Xuanyuan Shatian before, he had some speculation. Later, he saw Xuanyuan Shatian's magic attack. His speculation was confirmed that this person really came from Xuanyuan palace.

Xuanyuan palace, he really can't provoke. Xuanyuan breaks the sky. He won't kill, but the other two must die.

The majesty of the Vatican Dynasty cannot be trampled upon or provoked.

Xuanyuan's face was very ugly. Unexpectedly, Fan Ye was so cunning that he would only let him go. Qin Xuan and Jian still wanted to kill him.

"He doesn't dare to kill you. Jian and I will escape together. As long as we leave here, he can't kill us." Qin Xuan preached that there are too many people here. Some cards can't be used in public.

"No, fight together. I won't let you take risks."

Xuanyuan directly shook his head and refused without hesitation. He knew how risky Qin Xuan's decision was. He was gambling with his life.

Qin Xuan looked at Xuanyuan's solemn face. His heart was warm and his eyes showed some gratitude.

Xuanyuan Shatian could have stayed out, and no one dared to touch him, but he still chose to face the danger with himself.

Xuanyuan looked at the van Gogh in his hand and said, "even your brother doesn't care about your life and death, that can't blame me."

When the voice fell, Van Gogh trembled all over and raised his head, but he just saw a big hand seal buckle down towards him, revealing a very violent atmosphere. He couldn't help shouting: "no, let me go!"

"Remember, my name is Xuanyuan Shatian."

With the sound falling, Van Gogh's head was directly smashed and died on the spot.

Xuanyuan Shatian never wanted to save Van Gogh's life, because he clearly knew that even if van Gogh was let go, van ye would not let them go. This revenge has been settled, so it is difficult to solve it.

The hearts of the people were once again cold, and their eyes kept flashing with fine light. They were so decisive that they went directly to the killer as soon as their voice fell.

The man said his name before Van Gogh died, Xuanyuan broke the sky.

"Xuanyuan breaks the sky. The name sounds familiar. I seem to have heard it somewhere." Some people look at the color of thinking, and their brains are running fast, as if they are remembering something.

"It was him." There was a flash of surprise in fengtianyi's eyes. A Tianjiao beside him couldn't help asking, "does brother Feng know him?"

Feng Tianyi nodded slightly and replied, "I've heard a little. As far as I know, this son is very outstanding in Xuanyuan palace. Only a few of his peers can match him. He went down to Xuanyuan palace to experience not long ago. Unexpectedly, he came here."

Huo Ze's eyes flashed a deep meaning and slowly said, "although he is from Xuanyuan palace, the realm is too low. If he is so arrogant, he will certainly establish many strong enemies. In the demon wasteland, some people still don't see their identity."

Zhu Tianjiao was silent. What Huo Ze said is reasonable. There are many cruel people in the demon wasteland who kill and fight to prove the Tao. They will kill their opponents no matter what forces they come from.

Fan Ye raised his eyebrows and pressed his palms downward. Suddenly, the flame in the void was stronger and made an angry roar. The hot air slapped on the three people, and their clothes were burned.

"Since you killed him, pay for your life with the lives of two people next to you."

The voice fell, and everyone's look solidified there. His breathing seemed to stop. Van Gogh was dead. Van Gogh had no scruples and would kill.

"Sword." Qin Xuan looked at the sword.

The sword did not speak, but heard a clang. The sharp sword in the scabbard had been held in his hand. The light of the sword was cold and silvery. It looked very dazzling in the bright flame.

Xuanyuan was about to step forward. Qin Xuan's voice suddenly sounded in his ear: "even if you want to fight, you have to restore the true yuan first, otherwise it will only drag us down."

After that, Qin Xuan and Jian walked out together, calm and indifferent, as if they were returning to death.