Lu Fan slowly relaxed his fist and stood aside with a faint expression.

The cloaked man's body collapsed in a pit, and his body twisted into a ball in an incredible position. His chest, limbs, neck...the bones burst and twisted. Blood was still flowing along the corners of his crooked mouth, and the blood turned black and brown, which was a sign of the shattered internal organs.

A group of Ouyang's disciples were present, holding weapons in their arms, staring at this scene with their eyes tightly, and even forgot to shoot, and their body and mind were completely impatient.

Tens of meters away, Liu Qingqing looked at all this with a pretty face pale face. She knew that this ordinary but extraordinary figure was destined to engrave a sound in her heart and would never linger.

The cloaked man's body was trembling. Every time he trembled, a mouthful of blood was sprayed out of his throat, spitting all over his chest, and he could not stop it with internal force... He could not even feel the existence of internal force and true energy.

Because at this moment, he could feel that his internal organs were shattered, all the blood vessels and meridians in his body were broken, and he had only one last breath left, and he would soon die and never exist again.

The man in the cape coughed blood while laughing.

A self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

I never thought that my dignified ancient martial arts teacher of the Ouyang family in the southwest would throw his life in Jinling and the deserted riverside.

"It's interesting, it's really interesting..."

The cape man smiled bitterly, and the laughter made his blood gush out of his throat again, overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

"You've seen Wan Taklin."

Lu Fan stared at him and said coldly: "Can I feel her smell on you, or do you think that your Ouyang family has already defected to the Southeast Asian Salamen?"

"The first family in the southwest has become the lackeys of Southeast Asian saviors."

From the scene of the Medicine God Competition, when Lu Fan saw the man in the cloak for the first time, he noticed that the strange aura emitted on his body was very similar to what he had seen in Wan Taklin.

Violent, weird, cold, and everywhere.

Although there are also warriors who specialize in practicing evil techniques in the Chinese martial arts, this kind of coldness is completely different from the ones in Wan Taklin... It is a kind of coldness that comes from the bones, with evil and soul-stirring.

"Ha, she is really lying to us."

The man in the cloak coughed blood in his mouth: "She has seen you and knows your strength, but she hides it from us and asks us to come and die for nothing..."

From beginning to end, no one told the Ouyang family that the true strength of Lu Fan’s ancient martial arts master.

He killed two thirteen grandpas in a row, abused Luo Yu, a disciple of the Luo family holding a heavy gun with a black iron gun, and strangled the ghost king-level surrender Songpa... Wan Taklin and Ma Tianxiong tacitly kept all the things he had done to the Ouyang family, just to let them be pawns, which could not only stop Lu Fan's revenge, but also consume the power of the Ghost Doctor and Ouyang family without any effort.

"Where is Wan Taklin?"

Lu Fan asked, "Is she still in Jinling now? She is in the Ma family, right?"

He wanted to take the opportunity to find out the whereabouts of Wan Taklin so as to facilitate the assassination plan formulated by Zhong Boyong.

"Ha, it's useless."

The man in cape sneered: "Although you are very strong, in front of her, you are just a bed bug that can only be pinched to death at any time."

"And if you killed me today, neither the Ouyang family nor the Ghost Doctor, nor that person would let you go."

"You alone can't fight the three families to hunt down!"

"In this life, I am destined to be desperate and uneasy forever!"

"This is the curse that I, Chen Tianpeng, a great master of ancient martial arts, put on you with my life!"

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood splashed directly from Chen Tianpeng's mouth to Lu Fan's whole body.

He suddenly raised his head and stared at Lu Fan with the most vicious eyes in the world, as if he wanted to remember him before he died. In addition, the resentful curse he just said, he seemed to be transformed into a ghost, and he would entangle him for generations, restless day and night!

Seeing the man in the cloak cut off his life, he also wanted to swear to curse himself.

He laughed disdainfully: "If curses and threats are useful, what else do you need to do?"

The body of the man in the cloak fell to the ground along with the blood spurted out, and the blood in the corner of his mouth solidified, leaving only a cold corpse.

He turned around and looked at the group of disciples Ouyang not far away.

Everyone, the moment they met his gaze, had only one feeling: death staring!
Chapter completed!