Before leaving, Tang Fan specially called his subordinates to give advice, and then he left with confidence.

He drove away not long after he found a car following behind him.

When he drove through the tunnel, a car rushed towards him on the opposite side.

Do you want to rob me?

Tang Fan snorted coldly and simply parked his car on the side of the road and stopped leaving.

Since I took the initiative to die, I will attack you first!

Seeing Tang Fan get off the car and wait, the two cars in front and behind were also parked on the side of the road, and two people got off respectively.

There is a young man in front of him, and his cultivation is at the peak of the late stage of foundation building. It seems that he has just broken through and his cultivation is not very stable.

Behind him is a middle-aged man, with familiar facial features, which is at the middle stage of King Wu.

"Tang Fan, where did you get my son?"

The middle-aged man behind him was full of murderous aura and his expression was very ferocious.

Tang Fan said coldly: "Your son lost his name and looked for me? I'm not a kindergarten teacher!"

"My son is Chen Jiang. Did you kill him?"

The middle-aged man's aura suddenly rose, like an angry thunder.

He is Chen Weihong, the old man from Chen Jiang, and is also the leader of Jiangbei Iron Legs. He is nicknamed Shen Iron Legs. It is said that a pair of legs can destroy gold and forge jade, and it is very powerful.

Chen Jiang has been missing for a long time, and Chen Weihong learned from Molin that it is very likely that he had been killed by Tang Fan.

"I have killed too many sons, I forgot..."

Tang Fan said indifferently.

"You're looking for death!"

Shen Iron Legs looked too long and wanted to kill someone when they flew forward.

"Master Chen, wait, I have something to ask him!"

The young man across the street shouted.

Chen Tiele snorted coldly, and was interrupted by the other party.

"Tang Fan, do you know the whereabouts of my incompetent cousin, An Xiuhai?"

The young man stared at Tang Fan with a proud look on his face. His name was An Xiuyang, and he was one of the geniuses of the An family.

He didn't take Tang Fan seriously at all, and exuded the pressure of the peak of the late stage of foundation building, covering him tightly.

It seemed that as long as Tang Fan made a slight move, he would crush him.

Originally, the An family didn't care about An Xiuhai's life or death, but Gu Qingjian, the second uncle of the Gu family, promised to pay a lot of money, and the An family found a reason to attack Tang Fan.

Tang Fan despised: "Why should I tell you?"

Ye Mei said it right. Uncle Mo and the second uncle of the Gu family have joined forces, but I don’t know if there are other forces behind them to participate.

"It seems that he was killed by you too!"

An Xiuyang smiled gloomyly, reached out and slapped, and a huge white handprint formed in the air, emitting a terrifying aura, and headed straight for Tang Fan to slap.

Behind him, Shen Iron's legs also turned into a strong wind, kicking towards Tang Fan's back.

These two men attacked each other from the front and back, hoping to kill Tang Fan with one move.

Tang Fan took a step forward with a slight flash of iron legs, and punched the handprint in the sky.

"Break the wind!"

A fist light that was bigger than the handprint in the sky suddenly appeared, like a strong wind, and directly rushed over.

Tang Fan's body has been tempered by the Panshan Sutra, and the fist style he exerted is even more domineering than in the past.

boom!

The fist shadow is like the wind, directly colliding with the handprint.

The handprints immediately spread and disappeared.

An Xiuyang frowned, was backfired, and took two steps back.

"Tang Fan, go and die!"

Before Tang Fan could breathe, Shen Iron's leg kicked again, and his right leg turned into a blade, as if he was about to kick through the sky and roared.

"Panshan Sutra!"

Tang Fan wanted to try his physical strength, but he did not dodge and turned around and ran over.

"Only overestimate one's own abilities!"

Chen Tielle laughed loudly, and he felt that Tang Fan would definitely die.

But when his leg kicked Tang Fan's chest, it was like hitting a hill.

With a jingle, the air seemed to explode, Shen Iron Leg looked horrified, and was directly knocked away by Tang Fan, and his right leg was almost broken.

His face was full of incredibleness and he spewed out several mouthfuls of blood.

"Do you practice physically? So what!"

An Xiuyang saw that Tang Fan directly used his body to knock the sinking iron legs away. After pinching his finger, four flying swords suddenly shot at Tang Fan.

"Flying sword, I have it too!"

Tang Fan waved his sleeves and instantly flew out of the Qiankun bag dozens of flying swords he refined again, forming a dense sword formation, directly trapping An Xiuyang in it.

"so much!"

An Xiuyang was startled and stared at the flying sword that was shooting at him, and quickly took action to defend himself.

Tang Fan took this opportunity to exert his ultimate speed and instantly appeared in front of the seriously injured Shen Iron Leg.

Before Shen Iron Leg could stand firmly, she saw Tang Fan turning into a black wind and standing directly in front of her.

"ah!"

Chen Tielu's face was pale, and Tang Fan's speed exceeded his cognition.

"Today, I will use the Twelve Styles of Twelve to kill you!"

Tang Fan's eyes were filled with murderous intent, his body rotated into a windmill in the air, and his long legs violently slashed at the forehead of the Shen Iron Leg.

Shen Iron Legs waved his arms to block them in a hurry.

But with a click, his arm broke immediately. He wailed and took two steps back.

Tang Fan's figure chased after him again, still in the Tornado Twelve Leg Techniques, and kicked the sinking iron leg into the air with one leg.

"ah!"

Shen Iron's legs screamed again, and his chest had collapsed.

Shen iron legs opened their mouths and spewed blood again. Tang Fan kicked his feet again, hitting his chin.

"You...ah!"

The sound of bone breaking came from the air, and the neck of Shen Iron's legs was kicked off directly.

His eyes were full of reluctance, but he had no breath.

Tang Fan simply solved a strong man and looked back at An Xiuyang who had just escaped from the attack of the sword formation.

At this moment, he was very miserable. His clothes had been cut into rag strips, and there were countless holes all over his body, dripping with blood.

"Tang Fan, I will kill you today!"

An Xiuyang shouted angrily, feeling frustrated. Even as one of the geniuses of the An family, he did not have so many flying swords!

"Fire Thunder Knife!"

An Xiuyang ignored the pain and saw Tang Fan flying over, he stretched out his hand and a huge fire knife with a cold air flew out in front of him.

The knife expanded infinitely, directly covering the sky, and slashed at Tang Fan with flames.

Tang Fan saw that his magical power was extraordinary, and quickly used the Thousand Cyclone Asano Palm to collide with the big sword.

"boom!"

A blazing aura emanated from the sky, the fire knife and the sun were both dispersed, and the two were impacted and retreated separately.

An Xiuyang was suffering from a serious backlash than Tang Fan, and he couldn't help but spit out several mouthfuls of blood.

"You...you are not an ordinary middle stage of foundation building!"

An Xiuyang was afraid and no longer had the courage to fight again.

The two of them had no combat power at the same level. Even if their cultivation was high, they were still no match for Tang Fan.

Tang Fan didn't say anything, holding the cold iron ice blade in his hand, and the speed exploded faster than when he killed the Shen Iron Leg just now.

An Xiuyang was so scared that he sweated as he was crying, "If you kill me, the An family will not let you go! I have the Nascent Soul Ancestor!"
To be continued...