Lu Fan slowly loosened his fist and stood aside with an indifferent expression.
The cloaked man's body collapsed in the man pit, and his body was twisted into a ball in an incredible posture. His chest, limbs, neck... bones were exploded and twisted. Blood was still flowing out from the corner of his crooked mouth, and the blood turned dark brown.
It's a sign that the internal organs have been shattered.
A group of Ouyang family disciples were present, holding weapons in their arms and staring intently at this scene. They even forgot to shoot, their bodies and minds completely falling into a state of sluggishness.
Tens of meters away, Liu Qingqing watched all this with a pale face. She knew that this ordinary but extraordinary figure was destined to be engraved in her heart and would never go away.
The cloaked man's body was trembling. Every time he trembled, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his throat and filled his entire chest. He couldn't stop it with internal force... He couldn't even feel the existence of internal force or true energy.
Because at this moment, he could feel that all his internal organs were shattered, and all the blood vessels and meridians in his body were broken. He only had his last breath left, and he would soon die and never exist again.
The man in the cloak was coughing blood and laughing.
A self-deprecating smile appeared on his lips.
Unexpectedly, I would have lost my life in Jinling, on this desolate riverside, as the ancient martial arts instructor of the Ouyang family in Southwest China, an invincible fighter who has swept through the Southwest.
"It's interesting, it's really interesting..."
The man in the cloak laughed miserably, and the laughter caused blood to spurt out of his throat again and overflow from the corners of his mouth.
"Have you seen Wuntaklin."
Lu Fan stared at him and said indifferently: "Can I feel her scent on you, or is it that your Ouyang family has all defected to the Southeast Asian Saramen?"
"The most dignified family in the southwest has become the lackeys of the Southeast Asian subjugation division."
From the scene of the Medicine God Competition, when he saw the cloaked man for the first time, Lu Fan noticed that the strange aura emanating from him was very similar to what he had seen on Wuntaklin.
Vicious, strange, cold, and everywhere.
Although the martial arts sect of China also has warriors who specialize in practicing evil arts, this kind of coldness is completely different from the one in Anhui Taqlin... It is a kind of coldness that comes from the bones, is evil, and is soul-stirring.
"Oh, she is indeed lying to us."
The man in the cloak coughed up blood: "She has seen you and knows your strength, but she hid it from us and asked us to come and die in vain..."
From beginning to end, no one told the Ouyang family about the true strength of Lu Fan, the great master of ancient martial arts.
Killing two thirteen Taibao in a row, torturing Luo Yu, a disciple of the Luo family who was armed with a heavy black iron gun, and strangling Songpa, a ghost king-level head-destroying master... Wanda Lin and Ma Tianxiong had a tacit understanding of all the things he had done.
The purpose of keeping the Ouyang family secret is to let them serve as pawns, which can not only block Lu Fan's revenge, but also waste the power of the Ghost Doctor Sect and the Ouyang family without any effort.
"Where is Wuntaklin?"
Lu Fan asked: "Is she still in Jinling now? In the Ma family, right?"
He wanted to take the opportunity to find out the whereabouts of Wuntaklin in order to facilitate Zhong Boyong's assassination plan.
"Oh, it's useless."
The cloaked man sneered: "Although you are very strong, in front of her, you are just a bug that can be crushed to death at any time."
"And if you kill me today, neither the Ouyang family, the ghost doctor sect, nor even that person will let you go."
"You alone can't possibly survive the pursuit of three families!"
"In this life, I am destined to be a fugitive and never have peace!"
"This is the curse I, Chen Tianpeng, a great master of ancient martial arts, have put on you with my life!"
"puff!"
A mouthful of blood sprayed directly onto Lu Fan's body from Chen Tianpeng's mouth.
He suddenly raised his head and stared at Lu Fan with the most vicious eyes in the world, as if he wanted to remember his appearance before he died. Coupled with the vicious curse he just said, he seemed to have transformed into a fierce ghost, and also
I want to entangle him for eternity, day and night!
Seeing the man in the cloak taking his own life, he would swear to curse himself.
He laughed disdainfully: "If curses and threats are useful, why do you need strength?"
The cloaked man's body fell to the ground along with the blood spurting out. The blood at the corner of his mouth solidified, leaving only a cold corpse.
He turned around and looked at the group of Ouyang disciples not far away.
Everyone, when they met his gaze, had only one feeling: a death stare!
Then, before Lu Fan could take action, a fragrant wind suddenly came from behind and rushed into his arms from the front. Then, with pear blossoms and rain, red lips were printed on his face.