Horror revival: I can see returns

Looking at the Yaochi disciple who was enraged and slaughtered.

Zhuang Fan's face was full of disdain.

Slightly raised his right hand, and pointed like a sword, a sword aura flew out from his fingertips.

It is brighter and brighter than the moon in the sky.

Simultaneously.

There is also a terrifying aura that makes people shudder.

Directly split the void along the way.

Form a deep crack.

Cut to the Yaochi disciples who came over and suppressed the thousands of feet deep mountain.

"Oh!"

Just a touch.

The sacred mountain with unparalleled repressive power is like tofu and paper paste.

It was split in two by that sword energy from the middle.

Then the castration continued, directly piercing through the eyebrows of that Yaochi disciple.

"puff!"

all of a sudden.

Red and white blood sprayed from the wound.

The vitality in that Yaochi disciple's body dissipated rapidly.

Those who were strangled by the sword qi were wiped out, not a single drop remained.

Just the blink of an eye.

It turned into a cold corpse.

He no longer has the ability to maintain a standing figure in the air.

Fall from the sky.

Like a broken sack full of sand.

He fell hard to the ground.

A deep pit was smashed out.

Agitated the dust all over the sky.

"This... This Yaochi disciple, who was at least the sixth level of the Saint King Realm, was killed by a sword qi randomly cut out by this young man of the human race?"

"Why do I feel that this guy is more ruthless than the three descendants of the Nine Great Bandits. He actually pierced through the eyebrows of that Yaochi disciple, and wiped out all the vitality and soul in his body, without even a chance of rebirth."

"I swear, if I meet this guy in the future, I will definitely take a detour, even if it is the Holy Land of the Jade Lake, I can't conflict with this guy."

"That's right. Compared with the people in Yaochi Holy Land, this guy is too ruthless. He kills with one blow. He doesn't give his opponent a chance to resist or escape."

"..."

Those who came to watch the battle happened to see Zhuang Fan displaying his might.

Relying on a random sword qi, he killed a disciple of Yaochi who was in the sixth heaven of the Saint King Realm with one blow.

Seeing this shocking picture.

Everyone's pupils dilated to the extreme in an instant.

Both eyes were full of shock.

Everyone's mouth is open enough to fit two fists.

Full of disbelief.

It never occurred to him that this human youth was so powerful.

Killing a monk in the Saint King Realm is as easy as crushing an ant.

If they collide with such a freak, they will definitely die, without even the slightest chance to escape and beg for mercy.

I'm afraid that when the time comes, he will die more simply and quickly than this Yaochi disciple.

at this time.

Everyone raised Zhuang Fan's danger to an extremely high level in their hearts.

He has been regarded as a humanoid beast.

After all, in the eyes of these creatures of all races, the human race has always been synonymous with weakness. Even if there are a few arrogances from time to time, there are no young people who can possess such terrifying combat power.

Not to mention that no one can kill a strong man in the Saint King Realm so easily and casually.

You know, no one is a simple person who can become a saint king, and they are already at the forefront of many creatures in terms of cultivation and combat power.

Even, the power of the physical body alone has reached a state that is difficult to repair, and can recover and heal injuries anytime and anywhere.

But at this moment, facing the sword energy from Zhuang Fan, the Yaochi disciple seemed to have become a mortal.

The proud body of the sage Wang Bao didn't play a protective role at all.

A sword pierced through the eyebrows.

It seems simpler than killing chickens and fish.

"Holy Maiden of Yaochi, hurry up and let your scumbags get out, because with their fighting strength, I can blast them to pieces with just a single finger.

I will now give you a chance to surrender and become my slave. I can give you a way out.

Otherwise, I will have to personally send you on your way. "

The indifferent voice resounded through the world.

Outgoing great distances.

Like a thunderbolt.

Echoed for a long time between heaven and earth.

Zhuang Fan put his hands behind his back.

He raised his head slightly.

Look up at the sky at 45 degrees.

The robe on his body is automatic without wind.

The hair hanging down the waist is flowing with divine light.

A very powerful aura exudes from the figure as straight as a sword and as tall as a pine.

The whole person is like an unsheathed sword.

From his body burst out a sword light that penetrated the clouds and reached the sky.

Emitting hundreds of millions of incomparably sharp edges.

Smashed mountain peaks, white clouds, void...

Just condensed, without any urging, there is a kind of irresistible terror.

Just looking at it made many people tremble with fear, as if their livers and gallbladders were about to be broken, full of uncontrollable panic.

"Plop! Puff..."

at this time.

In the crowd watching the battle.

Some people with weak cultivation level fell to their knees directly on the ground.

The body shakes like chaff.

The cold sweat couldn't stop coming out.

Instantly wet the clothes on his body.

Dripping dripping water.

It's like it just got out of the water.

Even the ground beneath his feet was soaked.

And those Yaochi disciples who bear the brunt are even more unbearable.

Under the oppression of those terrifying sword qi.

The divine power in the body can't run smoothly.

It seemed to be cut off by those sword qi.

I can no longer control my body.

It's like making dumplings.

Fall from the sky.

He fell heavily to the ground.

The dust from the smashing was everywhere, and the smoke filled the air.

All the Yaochi disciples were broken, their noses were blue and their faces were swollen.

There is no longer the previous image of a fairy who is detached and refined, as if not eating fireworks.

They were all lying on the ground in a state of embarrassment.

The pure white dress was covered with mud.

Originally meticulous, the blue hair with high cloud temples was scattered in a mess, like a crazy woman.

Hugging the broken arm and thigh... lying on the ground, he kept rolling, and let out a shrill cry, like a ghost crying.

see.

The disdain on Zhuang Fan's face became even stronger.

Raise your palm slightly.

The aura that fills the sky and the earth surges in.

Condensed a big hand that can block out the sun.

Suppressed from the sky.

Covered all those Yaochi disciples under the palm of his hand.

"boom!"

There was a deafening roar.

The screams of those Yaochi disciples stopped abruptly.

It was directly photographed into a meat paste, with both body and spirit destroyed.

"hiss!"

"Fuck! What did this brother eat to grow up? Why is it that he is obviously a weak human race, but he can explode with such terrifying combat power?"

"While talking and laughing, the mast and scull disappeared. This brother is really a role model for my generation. If I can have such a powerful combat power, I can wake up laughing from my dreams."

"..."

Everyone watching the battle gasped.

Looking at Zhuang Fan who slapped all the Yaochi disciples to death with one palm.

Both eyes were full of horror.