Lin Tianshi burst out with murderous intent: "Lu Fan, you dare to touch my young master, can you afford the consequences?!"
"Let Master Ouyang go immediately, or I will cut you into pieces!"
"Our Protector Zuo is right behind us. If you dare to mess around, Protector Zuo and Meng Tianzun will kill your whole family!"
Dozens of masters from the ghost medicine sect shouted loudly,
Ouyang Ming came to his senses and sneered: "Lu Fan, my master and protector are in this mountain right now. How dare you touch me..."
"Pfft!"
There was a sharp sound, and the dagger pierced Ouyang Ming's forehead.
Ouyang Ming's whole body was stiff and unbelievable; "You, you..."
He couldn't believe that Lu Fan really dared to kill him.
The two masters of the Ma family and the Ghost Doctor Sect have just joined forces to help him complete the recovery of his limbs. It only takes a few days for him to recover and continue to participate in the Medicine God Competition like a normal person... But he never dreamed that
, I will actually die because of this today!
Poof!
Lu Fan pulled out the dagger with his backhand and said calmly: "I thought that breaking your limbs last time would make you improve. But to my surprise, you still don't know how to live or die, so I have no choice but to send you on your way."
Ouyang Ming is still in a wheelchair.
His eyes were wide open, his face was full of shock, indescribable sadness and anger, and indescribable unwillingness.
The forehead is bleeding, but he is already dead and cannot die anymore.
Everyone present was stunned, as if there were insects crawling all over their bodies, and an unspeakable chill spread up and down.
Lu Fan's decisive killing pierced everyone's hearts more directly than his arrogance.
"Master!"
The crowd roared hoarsely.
"Lu Fan, you dare to kill my ghost doctor, you are dead! You must die!"
"Kill him! Kill him! Kill this bastard and let him be buried with the young master!"
Dozens of ghost doctor masters shouted as if they were mourning for their heirs, drew their weapons and rushed towards Lu Fan.
The sword flashed brightly, and his expression was indifferent, cold and silent, but with murderous intent.
"Whoosh whoosh!"
These people were all masters, and their speed was extremely fast. Their bodies turned into afterimages, and the blades in their hands turned into fierce lights. They were attacking Lu Fan from all directions in an instant.
"Little friend Lu, I'm here to help you!"
Kong Zhuyin had now come to his senses with the help of Ma Zicong. He roared, and his half-step master's peak strength suddenly erupted. He faced several figures approaching Lu Fan and slapped them away with thunderous palm wind and howling!
Lu Fan didn't even look at it. He shook the delicate dagger in his hand, then moved his steps and rushed into the crowd.
The dagger danced with cold light, and the heavy rain poured down like pear blossoms.