After hearing Dongyangzi's words, the older monks of the Zhengyang Sect became more confident.

"die!"

Tang Fan's figure flashed, and he walked around behind a young man. With a flash of silver light, he went straight to chop off his head.

The man broke out in a cold sweat and quickly took out his flying sword to stop him.

"Crack!"

The cold iron ice blade directly cut off his flying sword and hit his neck instantly.

"puff!"

The head flew up, but the body still stood in place, and blood spurted into the sky, forming a strange scene.

"Ah, junior brother!"

The other four people's eyes were spitting fire, and they were shocked for a moment. This scene was really too tragic.

"If you don't get out, you'll die!"

Tang Fan waved his sword again, forming a barrier of ice and snow to block them. Then he turned around and took out the escape talisman and crushed it. The figure flickered and flew several feet away.

Tang Fan used the escape talisman to escape far away in a few breaths.

"Tang Fan, stop!"

When Dongyangzi saw Tang Fan escaping, he shouted angrily, but there was nothing he could do in his hurry.
Chapter completed!