Many members of the Jueling Sect who were usually very fierce were now unlucky. As long as they were close to Lu Fan, they would inevitably be stabbed by daggers and fall wailing in a pool of blood.
In an instant, sixty-seven people were lying on the hillside, with blood flowing from their wounds and a thick fishy smell that was simply disgusting.
The onlookers around were horrified, and some of the timid ones were so frightened that they could not believe it.
Who would have thought that the scene in front of them was more bloody than what was shown in movies and TV shows, and it looked extremely tragic.
Hong Xiaolei opened her red lips in shock and said in surprise: "No, Lu Fan's behavior involves illegal crimes, I must stop him."
However, Jiang Xueshan next to her grabbed her arm and said angrily: "You can pull me down. Don't meddle in other people's business. This person is clearly acting in self-defense. Otherwise, he would be besieged by hundreds of gangsters. If he didn't resist, he would be torn into pieces."
These words made Hong Xiaolei nod sincerely, "It makes sense, but as a police officer, I can't just watch them fight in groups, right?"
Jiang Xueshan said disapprovingly: "So what? With your own strength, can you control so many people fighting? It's better to rest."
Hong Xiaolei also knew very well that the Jueling sect members present were all brave and fierce people and would not listen to her at all, so she had to give up and continue to watch in the crowd.
I saw a group of Jueling sect members whose faces were pale with fear, as if they had seen the god of plague. They did not dare to attack and retreated in panic.
Cheng Yufeng was so angry that he yelled, "You losers, don't retreat, come to me quickly, you must make him pay the price with blood..."
Lu Fan snorted coldly, and quickly rushed over, like a ghost in the dark night, his whole body filled with fierce murderous aura.
The other party was so frightened that he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Here comes someone quickly, stop him quickly."
Unfortunately, those subordinates were not fools. They had just witnessed the misfortune of dozens of their accomplices, and even the four guardians were killed.
This made them fearful and distraught, no one dared to step forward to intercept him.
Lu Fan kicked out fiercely, hitting Cheng Yufeng right in the face, causing his face to be bloody and bloody. He felt dizzy and swayed to the ground.
Wei Yu, the young master of the Divine Sword Sect next to him, was filled with fear. He noticed that Lu Fan's fierce eyes made his legs weak, and he couldn't help but feel guilty. He knelt on the ground with a thud and hurriedly explained.
"Don't hit me. Young Master Cheng has to take care of you. It's none of my business. Please be careful and don't misunderstand me, Mr. Lu."
Lu Fan glared at him and snorted coldly: "You are not a good guy. I dare to say that this bastard is not bewitched by you. Just kneel down for me."
Wei Yu was even more frightened and said in a trembling voice: "No... I really don't..." But he didn't dare to get up. He could only kneel upright, showing no dignity as a young master.
Seeing that the young master of the Shen Dao Sect was like a mouse meeting a cat, he knelt down in extreme horror and begged for mercy. The martial arts practitioners around him were even more shocked and their eyes widened.
It seemed that Wei Yu had had trouble with Lu Fan before, and he was still wearing a bandage. He was obviously seriously injured. Maybe he was beaten by the other party, so he was so afraid.
This means that the two young masters of the eight sects were beaten wildly and unscrupulously by Lu Fan.
This guy is so arrogant, aren't he afraid of retaliation?
In fact, Lu Fan was really not afraid of them. He almost died and crawled back from the gate of hell. Nothing could make him panic.
Moreover, the Master of the Ghost King Palace, as a heinous devil, fell into his hands, so what if the top sects did not cause trouble, and he was definitely not afraid of trouble, let alone death!
Lu Fan ignored Wei Yu, took a step forward, looked coldly at Cheng Yufeng who was about to get up, and kicked him down.
He stepped on Cheng Yufeng's head again and said in a deep voice: "Don't you want to deal with me? Now that you have a chance, why don't you live up to your expectations?"
The onlookers were all dumbfounded. The dignified young master of the Jueling Sect now seemed like a piece of shit being trampled under someone's feet. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, who would have dared to believe it.
Those members of the sect who had not been harmed just watched helplessly, not daring to step forward, not even daring to say a fart, they were completely shocked.
Huge humiliation filled Cheng Yufeng's heart, and he wanted to curse regardless. However, the severe pain all over his body made him regain his senses, and he did not dare to resist forcefully.
In line with the idea that a good man will not suffer the immediate consequences, he said with a grimace: "I dare not anymore. It was all my fault before, and I should not have gone against you... I apologize to you, please let me go...
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In this case, Lu Fan raised his feet.
Suddenly, a sharp scolding came from behind, "You are a bold maniac who dares to hurt the young master of the Jueling Sect. I will never forgive you."
Immediately afterwards, there was a burst of exclamation, which made Lu Fan feel awe-inspiring and quickly turned around to look.
I saw a fat monk with big ears appearing, holding a sword with cold light in his hands. He was the guy who participated in the bidding at the previous auction.
Now he appears, looking like he wants to stand up for Young Master Cheng.
At the same time, there was another strange movement in the crowd. An old man suddenly jumped up, passed over the heads of a group of people in the air, and landed lightly on the slope. He obviously had very high Qinggong.
Everyone glanced over in unison and were surprised to find that this was the old beggar. He was wearing clothes with many patches and looked unique.
It turns out that he is also a master of martial arts, and it seems that he came with bad intentions.
The old beggar said solemnly: "I can't stand this kid's behavior. I must seek justice for Young Master Cheng."
Lu Fan's cold eyes passed over the two of them, and he hummed: "To put it nicely, I'm afraid you are here for the fish intestine sword in my hand, and you want to take advantage of the opportunity to help others and snatch this sword away as your own.
I have it, am I right?"
The great monk showed a ferocious look on his face and said solemnly: "You are quite smart, little one. Since you have guessed it, please hand over the sword obediently. Otherwise, don't blame me for splitting you into two pieces."
As Lu Fan's pupils flashed with gold, he glanced at the two swords held by the great monk, and was surprised to find that not only were they different in color, but they were also different in shape.
The sword in the left hand is pale gold, shorter and slightly thicker, and has writing engraved near the handle, which reads "Hiruzan!"
The sword on the right hand has a cold silver color and looks thin when it grows out. It is also engraved with the words "Moon Slash!"
Suddenly, Lu Fan remembered the so-called Heaven and Earth Ranking in martial arts, and blurted out in surprise.
"With the Sun and Moon Double Slash as a weapon, could it be that you are one of the nine monsters in the Earth Ranking, nicknamed the Landing Buddha?"
The people around were in an uproar. After all, they had all heard about the martial arts heaven and earth rankings. It was said that those who could be on the rankings were rare masters with unfathomable skills.
Almost everyone's eyes were focused on the great monk to see how he would respond and whether he was really, as Lu Fan said, the legendary Buddha on the ground.