Bai Xiaochen's whereabouts (3)

"BOOM!"

While the middle-aged man was lost in his thoughts, the youth's long sword stirred up a gust of wind that swept across the entire mountain range. The wind swept all the trees in the forest into the air and then rushed towards the people of the feather fan gate.

The middle-aged man's eyes darkened. He leaned to the side and narrowly dodged the young man's attack. However, the people behind him were not so lucky. Under the young man's sword wind, their bodies were swept away and fell to the ground in a sorry state.

Under the sunlight, the young man raised his bloodied face. The long sword in his hand carried a strong wind as he coldly looked at the people of the feather fan gate.

"I'll only give you one chance, all of you get lost!"

the young man's voice was clear and cold, which made the people of the feather fan sect look extremely ugly. they stared at the handsome face.