Looking at the square, the nine patriarchs stirred everyone to cheer for Lin Fei and even called the Yuan family a scourge.
Yuan Zheng was so angry his nose almost went crooked.
A sinister and terrifying light flashed in his eyes: You all just wait for me!
After dealing with Lin Fei, I'll deal with each of you one by one.
Then let's see if you can still shout so loudly or dare to call the Yuan family a scourge.
Yuan Zheng tightly gripped the Black Flood Dragon Sword, then with a sharp gaze at Lin Fei, he said coldly, "I never thought you would dodge my sword. It seems your strength is considerable."
"Thanks for the compliment. My strength may not be great, but it's more than enough to deal with you who stole my fiancée," Lin Fei replied indifferently.
Yuan Zheng's face showed anger: "Arrogant!"
The next moment, Yuan Zheng's figure moved, as if an eerie ghost shadow, extremely fast, stabbing the Black Flood Dragon Sword from his hand, so fast it was untraceable.
