Ancient True Dragon Art

"At the beginning, your Zhao Family Patriarch, Zhao Zetian, if you handed over that map, there wouldn't be so many things!"

The other party opened his mouth again and looked at the middle-aged man, sneered disdainfully.

"The **** fan help deceives too much! If it weren't for our ancestors of the Zhao family to support your **** fan help, your **** fan help would have been destroyed! Now you are actually ungrateful!"

The middle-aged man shouted more and more.

But while speaking, blood was not short in his mouth, obviously the injury was very serious.

"Huh, there is a lot of nonsense, it's all in the past for many years. This time, as long as you get your young master, Zhao Zetian has not obediently handed over the thing in his hand, brothers, kill me!"

"You dare!"

The middle-aged man roared, and then quickly swept the long sword in his hand, trying to resist the opponent.

The other four people also roared again and again, and they continued to play jerk.

"Huh, praying mantis is blocking the car, I don't know whether it is alive or dead!"

The members of the **** fan gang all carried iron fans and killed them all together. Those few people were already weak. Now the most powerful middle-aged man surnamed Zhao was severely injured. In an instant, he was killed by this opponent. He spurted blood again and again, and his body flew out.

"Uncle Zhao!"

Seeing the appearance of Uncle Zhao being beaten out, the young man's face couldn't help but a burst of grief and anger, and there was a look of resentment in his eyes.

"Oh, dare to stare at me, it seems that I won't show you some color, you don't know that my **** fan is so powerful!"

While talking, a member of the **** fan helped grabbed the iron fan in his hand and slammed it towards the boy's eyes. If he was hit this time, the boy's eye would definitely not be able to keep.

"Little Lord!!"

Uncle Zhao couldn't help letting out a roar of grief, but the body was already powerless to struggle and couldn't get up at all.

Seeing that strong wind would shatter the young boy's eyes.

"laugh……"

A thunder light suddenly appeared at this moment.

This thunder light, full of sharp edge, reached several meters in length, and blasted towards the man who shot it at a rapid speed...

"Puff......"

This person, although his face changed drastically, and his figure flickered rapidly, trying to dodge, but the speed of this thunder light had already diffused in an instant, accompanied by a tearing sound.

Suddenly, the opponent's body was torn into two halves...

"who!?"

This sudden blow caused everyone in the Shen Fan Gang to let out a cry of exclamation.

"Young Master, are you okay!"

At this time, Uncle Zhao hurriedly hugged the young man in his arms, and the rest of the people also barely guarded the surroundings, with a look of expectation on their faces.

With the startled roar of the **** fan gang, one person also drifted down.

This person was dressed in a black shirt and his face was indifferent. He looked only sixteen or seventeen years old. His appearance was delicate and there was no strong appearance at all, but the pair of eyes were crystal clear and deep, like two stars.

This person is the Qin Feng who came out of the desert of death.

"We are members of the God Fan Gang, who are dealing with personal affairs here, your Excellency!"

Looking at Qin Feng, the people in the Shen Fan Gang were obviously jealous.

Especially the thunder light just now killed one of their gangs in an instant, such a method made them especially jealous.

"Well, people passing by..."

Qin Feng glanced at the people around him, then focused on the young man, and said lightly.

"Those who pass by, dare to discipline my **** fans, get out now, otherwise, the consequences are not something you can bear!"

A gang of **** fans suddenly yelled at Qin Feng's young age.