Horror revival: I can see returns

In front of the Tianzi box door.

Zhuang Fan kicked the door open.

Walked in carelessly.

Holding the Hongmeng Emperor Sword in his hand.

Da Ma Jin Dao blocked the door.

The saint king who robbed the saints of the Tianpeng clan extremely arrogantly.

This sudden change.

Everyone in the box fell into a momentary state of confusion.

They all stared at Zhuang Fan who was wearing a black hood in bewilderment.

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, blinking non-stop.

But no one spoke.

The atmosphere in the room fell into a very strange dead silence.

"You are deaf, didn't you hear what I said clearly? Hand over all the valuable things, don't force me to do it yourself, otherwise, you dogs will be torn to pieces!"

He looked at the strong Tianpeng clan who was stunned without any movement.

Zhuang Fan shouted impatiently again.

It immediately woke up everyone.

"Where did the blind guy come from, blinded your dog's eyes, and ran here to rob, courting death!"

"The old man is so worried that he has nowhere to vent his anger. Since you came to the door yourself, then save your life."

"Twist off his head and drink his blood to calm the anger in our hearts!"

"..."

A strong murderous aura flowed out from the voice of the strong Tianpeng tribe.

Everyone leaves their seats.

An aura of terror surged through his body.

A ferocious smile filled his face.

Approaching Zhuang Fan.

"Hehe...I gave you a chance, but you don't know how to cherish it. If this is the case, let's all die!"

He glanced coldly at the strong Tianpeng clan inside the box.

There was a strong look of disdain in Zhuang Fan's eyes.

Immediately behind him, a three-leaf swordgrass appeared.

As the branches and leaves swayed, streams of sword energy fell down.

Exuding a sharp edge.

Cut to the Tianpeng people in the box.

"Puff puff……"

This sudden burst of sword energy caused many strong men of the Tianpeng clan to have no time to react, and they were pierced through the eyebrows.

Blood mixed with brain matter sprayed out.

The ground inside the box was stained red.

Like a bloody plum blossom in full bloom.

There is a chilling strangeness.

Subsequently.

Those who were pierced between the eyebrows all fell to the ground.

Life cut off.

Completely turned into a cold corpse.

"This...how is this possible?"

"What kind of cultivation is this little beast? Why is his combat power so terrifying that killing a strong man in the saint realm is like tearing apart a painting?"

"This guy's combat power is too weird. He is clearly only a saint, but the combat power he erupts is stronger than that of a saint king. Everyone, be careful!"

"The area inside the box is too small, and we can't use our hands and feet at all. Let's rush out and use a lot of mana to refine this little beast together."

"..."

Looking at those tribesmen who were killed by the sword qi.

A look of astonishment flashed in the eyes of the remaining Tianpeng clan powerhouses.

Staring at Zhuang Fan in disbelief.

Can't figure out this voice sounds obviously very young guy.

Why can such a powerful combat power erupt.

It's like chopping melons and vegetables.

He casually killed so many saints and saint king-level powerhouses.

These people are like three-year-old children at this time.

There is no power to fight back or resist in front of this guy.

Only being tortured and killed.

Moreover, they have practiced for so many years, and they should have a rock-solid Dao heart without waves.

At this moment, a strong fear emerged that was uncontrollable.

Let their bodies tremble instinctively.

Cold sweat trickled down his cheeks.

Instantly wet the clothes on his body.

But the combat experience accumulated over the years.

It didn't make them choose to sit still.

Instead, they chose to rush out of the box together.

"I'm here to rob, you still want to run, don't even think about getting out of the box alive today!"

He looked at the strong Tianpeng clan who charged over.

Zhuang Fan casually typed out countless formation materials.

Immediately set up the Zhou Tian Xingdou formation.

"boom!"

A deafening roar sounded.

Brilliant pillars of brilliance burst out.

It directly broke the box.

It turned into beams of light as thick as a mill.

One after another.

Move the stars in the sky.

Sprinkle pieces of light like the sea.

It directly flooded the entire Zuihuang Tower.

all of a sudden.

The wind was strong.

The sword energy howled.

The endless starlight condensed into sharp flying swords.

It exudes a chilling edge.

Packed with extreme speed and monstrous power that are rare in the world.

Cut to the remaining strong Tianpeng clan.

"Boom bang..."

Looking at the sword rain flying down.

The strong Tianpeng tribe immediately condensed a thick and wide aura shield to block in front of them.

at the same time.

Many defensive magic weapons were also summoned.

Suspended above his head.

Scattered down one after another divine light.

Blessed on top of the aura shield.

Used to defend against Jian Yu's attack.

"Crack! Crack! Poof..."

pity.

The defense they used with all their strength came into contact with the endless sword rain.

It was cut to pieces directly.

Turned into a stream of broken streamers.

Splashing in all directions.

dissipated in the sky.

And those defensive magic weapons were also difficult to counter the power that Jian Yu erupted.

There was a harsh cracking sound from all of them.

It was instantly covered with spider web-like cracks.

Didn't last long at all.

shattered.

The sharp and fierce sword rain no longer has any obstacles.

All of them fell on the strong men of the Tianpeng clan.

submerge it.

Almost in the blink of an eye.

The spirit swords that flew down directly stabbed the strong men of the Tianpeng tribe into a hornet's nest.

Everyone's body was covered with transparent blood holes from front to back.

Blood gushed out of those wounds like money.

Dye the surrounding space red.

Turn it crimson.

Very weird and coquettish.

Just take a look.

It gave birth to an unstoppable chill.

He glanced at the corpses all over the floor.

Zhuang Fan's figure moved slightly.

Disappeared from the Drunken Emperor Tower.

Instantly appeared on the city wall.

The Emperor Hongmeng sword in his hand slashed repeatedly.

A terrifying sword qi shot out.

Frantically harvesting the lives of the soldiers on the city wall.

It didn't take long.

He killed all the soldiers.

There were only corpses all over the ground and blood flowing into rivers.

see.

Zhuang Fan raised his right hand.

A terrifying suction force emanated from the palm.

The blood was directly sucked over.

Four bloody characters were written on the city wall.

"Tianpeng Clan, kill!"

A biting murderous aura emanated from these four words.

Let the surrounding temperature drop a bit.

Zhuang Fan glanced at his masterpiece with satisfaction.

Now that he has decided to fight to the death with the Tianpeng clan.

Then disgust them to death.

Not only to kill all the tracers they sent.

And let them completely disgrace.