“There’s something wrong in the camp.”

The black butterfly's face changed.

Lu Fan was also awakened by this scream.

He suddenly turned around and looked at the darkness behind him: "It must be something happened there, so go back and take a look."

He originally planned to leave the black butterfly here, but when he thought of Yang Zipei's experience, he immediately rejected the idea.

Take the black butterfly and quickly head to the camp.

The two of them were extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, they could see the light and fire in the darkness.

But as soon as he got closer, Lu Fan stopped stepping and his face suddenly became gloomy.

I saw where the light shines in front of me.

A large group of dense figures have occupied the empty abyss before.

All of these people come from the ancient martial family, the martial arts alliance, the three major families, and the hidden family.

They all looked ferocious, and under the dim light, they showed terrifying and greedy faces.

And in the hands of these people, they all held various weapons.

They stood in the middle of the open space, looking around, with an excited look on their faces.

Among them were Jianghe, Mu Kang, Zhang Zihao, Hai Ziyuan, Wenren Mu Xue and others.

And, lying on the ground, his bodies were broken and covered in blood, and he had already turned into corpses, the members of the Li family and Xuanyuan family.

Li Fuqing and several young warriors from the ancestor Xuanyuan were tied up, with blood on their faces, arms, and thighs.

Especially Li Fuqing, Lu Fan could even see clearly with his naked eyes that the white bones on his thighs had broken and were directly pierced through the flesh and blood, and exposed to the air!

"What's going on?"

Lu Fan's voice was low and he walked forward.

"stop!"

A young warrior raised the long sword in his hand and pointed it at Lu Fan: "Who asked you to come here? Stand there and don't move!"

Voice, extremely threatening.

And not only him, but also the warriors from hundreds of ancient martial arts families gathered here at this moment, looked at Lu Fan with extremely bad eyes.

But Lu Fan looked over and found no trace of the three core characters, Cao Qitian, Nangong Wuxiu, or even Dongfang Xun.

"What happened to the head of the Li family?"

He ignored these people and looked straight at Li Fuqing who was lying on the ground with a painful face; "You guys are..."

Li Fuqing endured the severe pain and turned his head to look at Lu Fan: "Brother Lu, we were wrong. We should have followed you at that time, rather than choosing to stay with these beasts!"

"Shut up! Who the hell did you tell me?!"

Before Li Fuqing could finish his words, a warrior stepped forward and kicked him in the stomach.

Li Fuqing felt in pain, his face was very distorted, and he fell to the ground without getting up.

"You're looking for death!"

Lu Fan frowned.

"You'd better not act rashly, of course, unless you don't take the lives of these women and brothers seriously."

A cold sound rang out.

Immediately afterwards, Cao Qitian's hideous and resentful face slowly emerged in the darkness and walked into Lu Fan's vision.

However, what made him angry was that in Cao Qitian's hand, he was actually holding a transparent short sword.

That dagger looks very familiar.

It is almost exactly the same as the transparent short sword that Lu Fan had communicated in the cemetery above, which sealed the remnant souls of the monks in the Shifang City!

At this time, this short sword was being held by Cao Qitian.
Chapter completed!