Yang Wenguang smiled coldly and said, "From now on, I will temporarily collect the property of the Yang family, so from now on, any resources of the Yang family belong to me."
As soon as these words were finished, Yang Haoyu's expression changed.
He hurriedly walked out, stood in front of Yang Wenchang, glared at Yang Wenguang, and said in a cold voice:
"Yang Wenguang, don't be too arrogant. This is the Yang family, and you can't let go of your wildness. Also, this is my father's will. My father handed the Yang family to Yang Wenchang before his death. So, from now on,
The property here belongs to the Yang family and has nothing to do with you."
"Fuck, what are you? You dare to instruct me? What power do you have to let me give up? Today, I will kill you first so that you will not continue to harm the Yang family." Yang Wenguang shouted sternly with a gloomy face.
As he said that, he took down the bow and arrow and aimed at Yang Haoyu.
"Second uncle, be careful."
Yang Wenchang was frightened and quickly reminded him.
Although he knew that Yang Haoyu had suffered serious internal injuries, Yang Haoyu was a peak warrior of the Nine Stars after all.
If the other party fights to the death, Yang Wenguang is definitely not the opponent.
"Yang Wenguang, since you are stubborn, don't blame the uncle for ignoring the relationship between uncle and nephew."
Yang Haoyu snorted coldly.
Then, he pulled the bow and turned the strings, and aimed the arrow at Yang Wenguang.
Yang Wenguang's face was pale.
But he knew that when he retreated, he would be destroyed.
Yang Wenchang is a legitimate branch of blood, and not only has his talent for cultivation, he is even better than his.
Moreover, Yang Wenchang has a very good popularity in the Yang family.
If he escaped, Yang Wenchang would definitely hold a grudge against him.
Rather than doing this, it is better to resist bravely.
Yang Haoyu held the long bow tightly and was about to shoot an arrow.
Suddenly, a sword light flashed.
The sword light instantly penetrated Yang Wenguang's neck, and blood sprayed, dyeing Yang Wenchang red.
Yang Wenguang widened his eyes and fell to the ground with his throat covering his back.
Yang Haoyu and Yang Wenchang were both stunned.
They thought there would be a big battle today.
As a result, Yang Wenchang died without even having a single move.
"Who? Who dares to hurt someone under the covert arrow?"
Yang Haoyu roared angrily.
The next second, a girl in green robe appeared in front of everyone, and she was here to help Yang Xiaobao.
Her skin is better than snow and her eyes are like autumn water.
A pair of jade feet are slender and straight, like carved from beautiful jade with mutton fat.
She revealed a noble and holy temperament all over her body.
"Xiaobao, are you okay?"
Seeing the girl, Yang Wenguang showed joy and hurried over.
Yang Xiaobao also stared at the girl in a daze.
"elder sister?"
Yang Xiaobao couldn't believe it was his sister Yang Shufang.
"sister……"
Yang Wenchang's mouth squirmed, wanting to shout the word "sister".
However, at this moment, Yang Shufang stretched out her right palm.
A ball of flames burned out of thin air and slapped directly on Yang Wenchang's body.
In an instant, the blazing flames wrapped Yang Wenguang in it, and crazily devoured his vitality.
"Sister, why did you take action?"
Yang Xiaobao was shocked.
Yang Shufang's figure shook slightly and almost fell to the ground.
After a violent cough, Yang Shufang barely stood firm, her face was covered in white, and she shook her head and said
"I just forced my spiritual skills, which caused me to suffer serious internal injuries and I could no longer hold on."
After Yang Shufang finished speaking, she vomited another mouthful of blood.
Her steps were weak, and her injuries were obviously worse.
Yang Xiaobao hurried to his sister, supported Yang Shufang, and asked with concern:
"Sister, how are your injuries?
I'll help you heal."
"My injuries are too serious, you are afraid you can't protect you."
Yang Shufang smiled bitterly.
"My soul is strong, maybe there is a way to heal your wounds."
Yang Xiaobao's face was solemn, and after pondering for a moment, he said.
"Really?"
Upon hearing this, Yang Shufang's expression suddenly lit up.
Her current condition is extremely bad and she may fall at any time.
If he could survive, who would die?
Immediately, Yang Xiaobao sat cross-legged and used his energy to regulate his qi and blood.
"What's wrong with Xiaobao?
how so?"
Yang Shufang frowned slightly.
She felt that Yang Xiaobao was a little abnormal.
"Is this child Xiaobao a traitor?"
Yang Shufang guessed.
At this moment, suddenly, a rich purple mist bloomed all over Yang Xiaobao.
Purple light soars into the sky, shining on the eight wildernesses.
The air around Yang Xiaobao twisted, forming a huge vortex.
"This is purple air rising, is he..."
Yang Shufang's pretty face was as pale as paper, and she murmured.
"Xiaobao, come on!"
Yang Shufang was worried and cheered for Yang Xiaobao.
But soon, she discovered that the purple mist was gathering more and more, expanding like a balloon.
"No, this is the collapse of the spiritual foundation. Xiaobao's spiritual foundation has been forcibly suppressed, and he is about to explode and die completely!"
Yang Shufang's expression changed drastically and she reminded her urgently.
However, Yang Xiaobao turned a deaf ear and was still silently urging his spiritual power to try to suppress the spiritual foundation.
With a bang, Yang Xiaobao's spiritual foundation finally couldn't bear the huge purple energy.
It exploded suddenly.
A terrifying explosion came, Yang Xiaobao's body trembled, he spit out a large mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground.