"Let him go, I can let you go! If you dare to hurt him, wait until the secret technique on your body becomes invalid later. I will not only make you die, but also make you so painful that I beg me to kill you!"

The young man with Jinguan's face turned pale in an instant, and he looked at Zhao Fan and shouted coldly.

"It seems that you still don't plan to talk to me!"

Zhao Fan grinned, revealing his white teeth. After speaking calmly, his free hand had already grabbed Zuo Qingchuan's right arm.

Before the anxious people around them could speak, a crisp sound of broken bones came from Zuo Qingchuan's mouth, and his face turned pale in an instant.

"Beast, you're looking for death!"

The few people around rushed to the front quickly at this time, and the four of them separated and surrounded Zhao Fan in the middle.

"ah!"

Zuo Qingchuan let out a roar, and the other left arm was still intact and slammed Zhao Fan's chest with all his strength.

"Old Zuo!"

The four people around him were about to break their eyes. The two people standing behind Zhao Fan were about to attack him, but Zhao Fan, who took Zuo Qingchuan's punch, directly swept towards them as a weapon.

"I'm sorry, your pig teammate is going to cheat you!"

After sweeping away the few people behind him, Zhao Fan said this, and casually stripped Zuo Qingchuan's other arm, who was already bluish, on his hands.

"Beast, I will make you worse than death. I will cut off the flesh on your body piece by piece and stuff it into your mouth for you to eat it yourself!"

The young man with golden crown was red in his eyes, and his extremely angry voice kept echoing in the empty snow-capped mountains, like a curse from hell.

"Look, they don't want to save you at all!"

The suffocation and pain had already made Zuo Qingchuan speechless. His eyes had a look of fear. Although Zhao Fan in front of him had a faint smile on his face, he was like a devil in his eyes.

His suffering was not over. He felt his left leg tightening, and then another crisp sound broke into his ears. The piercing pain finally made him grow his mouth with great effort. He was already suffocated but could not make any sound, so he could only scream silently.

"Let him go, you will let him go, we will let you go!"

Seeing Zhao Fan lifting his legs around Bo Qingchuan's leg, the young man in Jinguan looked at Zhao Fan with resentment and let out an angry roar.

"Three of them have been broken, and this one is not bad!"

Zhao Fan chuckled and shook his head, and a crisp sound came again. Then he loosened his hands. Zuo Qingchuan, whose limbs had been broken, hung on the ground like a dead dog, opened his mouth and breathed desperately.

"If you kill him, you will take action and kill him!"

The young man from Jinguan pulled out his long sword from his waist and rushed towards Zhao Fan without any hesitation. The remaining few people didn't need him to say much, and rushed over with all their energy.

It sounds very slow, but in fact, Zhao Fan did not waste any time. So far, the effectiveness of the Speed ​​Talisman has only been used for more than ten minutes.

His figure was freely moving through the crowd, and he did not avoid the sword lights falling on his body. He waved his hands and made a very simple and rough move. With two punches, he had already knocked away the two people.

"How could this happen? He is just a slut, how could he have such strong strength?"

The young man from Jinguan vomited blood after seeing his two subordinates being blown away, and shouted madly. The long sword in his hand turned into a lightning, and he was madly yelling on the most deadly position on Zhao Fan.

"Be careful, young master!"

To capture the thief, the king is the first to capture the king. These people are all led by this young man in Jinguan. This is naturally the first person Zhao Fan has to deal with.

He no longer had the strength to sigh now. This young man looked only in his twenties. What made him feel that he wanted to vomit blood was that he also had the strength above the realm of transformation.

What's wrong with this world?

Are the things the old man taught him since he was a child are fake?

Which stage of Ming Jin, dark Jin, and transformation is not something that can be achieved by practicing hard for countless years and going through countless practical battles?

Does this young man in front of him have a systematic body? Did he eat a stomach full of marrow washing pill?

"Flying Dragon Sword Formation!"

Zhao Fan's figure was almost invisible to the point where the naked eye could not see it, but compared to ordinary people, these people were all above the realm of transformation. Although they were amazed at his speed, they still discovered his purpose.

The moment the shouts appeared in unison, the rhythm of the long swords in the hands of the four people suddenly changed, and bursts of energy were stirred up, overlapping back and forth, instantly repelling Zhao Fan by several meters.

Then Zhao Fan was stunned to see two of them stepping on the sword stretched out by their companions, and then jumping out of thin air. Two sword lights fell from the top of their heads, and the other two flew over to the ground, and even the sword lights rose from the soles of their feet.

"Is this true martial arts?"

Zhao Fan couldn't help but sigh.

He knew what these people meant. Like most opponents, they all believed that he had such strong defense after practicing some kind of horizontal practice.

The so-called dragon-slaying sword formation used by these four people can be said to be truly omnipresent. The sword tip was like raindrops, and it kept falling on him in an instant.

They are looking for his life.

His defense itself is the data added by the system to him to cheat. Where can he have any life gate?

What made the group of people most depressed was that the sword technique they used with all their strength was not even the "work clothes" that looked extremely ordinary on Zhao Fan's body.

Zhao Fan would not give them time to amaze them. Such an opportunity was fleeting, so how could he let it go?

Muffled groans sounded one after another, and all four punches containing all their strength fell on the chests of the four people.

The two people who had just been killed flew backwards and spit out several mouthfuls of blood again, their expressions were depressed, and they no longer had the strength to get up.

Although the remaining one barely stood up, he no longer dared to take action.

The Jinguan youth's current posture was exactly the same as Zuo Qingchuan just now. Zhao Fan pinched his neck and lifted it in front of him casually.

The few people glanced at Zuo Qingchuan, who was half dead on the ground with the corners of their eyes, felt cold and couldn't help but shivering.

"Can you speak well now?"

The young man Jinguan could now feel the fear Zuo Qingchuan had just now. Looking at Zhao Fan's face that was close to him, the resentment on his face had been replaced by fear. Although he tried his best to be tougher, his body couldn't help but tremble.

Although it was in the snow and ice, the cold sweat on the foreheads of the people around him was dripping along his forehead, steaming with white mist.

"Let him go, all we want to kill is you alone. If you dare to hurt him, no one who has anything to do with you in the world will survive!"

The only middle-aged man who could stand still coughed violently twice, with a little blood foam splashing out from his mouth, and shouted sharply at Zhao Fan.

"It seems that you haven't figured out the situation yet. It seems that I have the final say in this situation, right? Do you want me to make you sober?"

Zhao Fan was so angry that he laughed. It was time for this. These people were still threatening to kill him and threatening him.

Isn't it good to live? I just want to die?

"Do you think I will cry and beg for mercy in front of you? You are thinking too much. As a member of the Dragon Sword Sect, how could we bow our heads in front of a ants like you? If you want to kill, kill!"

Young Master Jinguan finally reported his origin, the Dragon-Slaying Sword Sect, Fang Xia.

These people are so powerful that they are definitely not unknown people. However, Zhao Fan has never heard of any of the identity reported by this person, whether it is his name or origin.

"This is the first time I have heard of your name, and it is the first time I have heard of the so-called Dragon-Slaying Sword Sect."

"So I'm sure I've never provoked you. Tell me, what is your relationship with the Emperor of the Underworld? Why do you kill me?"

Zhao Fan raised his eyes and glanced at the two people who were tense in front of him, and asked calmly in a calm tone.

"Haha, it turns out that you don't know anything. You are indeed a very pitiful ant species!"

"You were destined to be damned from the day you were born! If Zhao Kaiyang hadn't used tricks to hide you, how could he let you live until now?"

Fang Xia was slightly stunned when he heard his question, and then laughed. Even though life and death were under the control of Zhao Fan, his eyes were still filled with disdain and ridicule.

"It seems that you really don't know what to say well, so I'll teach you!"

Although there were only two short sentences, Zhao Fan had already judged that the appearance of these people had a lot to do with his biological father.

He knew that if the people in front of him were not allowed to truly know the pain, he would not be able to find any result if he asked like this.

As he spoke, he looked cold, and he raised his hand and grabbed the man's arm, with a devilish smile on his face, and he suddenly twisted it hard.

"Young Master!"

The screams sounded in the mouths of several middle-aged people around him. The injured two men struggled to stand up. The person closest to him was about to step forward towards Zhao Fan, but Fang Xia was held in front of him by Zhao Fan.

"Click"

A crisp sound made Fang Xia’s mouth make a muffled groan, and at the same time made the other people’s faces pale.

"Stop, I'll tell you what you want to know!"

Seeing Fang Xia's trembling body, the cold snorting constantly coming out of his forehead, and the face that was so painful that it was already twisted, the middle-aged man gritted his teeth and shouted at Zhao Fan.

"That's right. Isn't it good to talk well? I've been shouting and killing for so long, and I've almost killed myself. I really don't know where you have the courage to be arrogant in front of me!"

Zhao Fan ridiculed several people mercilessly, shook Fang Xia, who was holding it in his hand, and the middle-aged people were frightened. Their hands were raised and then dropped, and they were finally afraid of being attacked. The eyes of Zhao Fan finally brought some pleas.

"I'll ask, say something, if I'm not satisfied with the answer, I'll crush him a piece of bone! You can talk as much as possible. Anyway, your master also has more than 200 bones on his body, and I have patience!"

Zhao Fan smashed Fang Xia in his hand to the ground, raised his foot and stepped on his throat under the fire-breathing eyes of several people, clapping his hands casually, and said casually with a relaxed expression.

"You have to make sure you won't hurt the young master anymore, otherwise you won't be able to get anything from our mouths!"

The few people watched Fang Xia be trampled under Zhao Fan incredibly humiliated, and they were so angry that they trembled all over and roared at Zhao Fan almost madly.

Zhao Fan was too lazy to answer, so he snorted coldly, bent down and grabbed Fang Xia's arm that was lifting up while struggling.

"Kill me, kill me!"

"Stop, stop, let's say!"

Screams and roars appeared rapidly, and then there was a slight crisp sound.
Chapter completed!