The saint king who robbed the saints of the Tianpeng tribe with great arrogance.
This sudden change.
This caused everyone in the box to fall into a brief state of confusion.
Everyone stared at Zhuang Fan, who was wearing a black hood, with confused expressions.
Everyone, look at me and I look at you, eyes blinking constantly.
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 and don't force me to do it myself. Otherwise, you bitches will be torn into pieces!"
He looked at the strong man from the Tianpeng tribe who was stunned and motionless.
Zhuang Fan shouted impatiently again.
It immediately woke everyone up.
"Where did this blind guy come from? He blinded you and came here to rob and seek death!"
"I am worried that I have nowhere to vent my anger. Since you came to the door yourself, then please keep your life."
"Twist off his head and drink his blood to calm the anger in our hearts!"
"..."
There was a strong murderous aura flowing from the voice of the strong man from the Tianpeng tribe.
Everyone left their seats.
An aura of terror surged through his body.
His face was filled with a ferocious smile.
Approaching Zhuang Fan.
"Haha... I gave you a chance, but you don't know how to cherish it. In this case, then go to hell!"
He glanced coldly at the powerful Tianpeng tribe in the box.
There was a strong look of disdain in Zhuang Fan's eyes.
A three-leaf sword grass immediately appeared behind him.
As the branches and leaves swayed, streaks of sword energy fell down.
Exuding a sharp edge.
He slashed at the Tianpeng people in the box.
"Puff puff……"
This sudden burst of sword energy gave many strong men of the Tianpeng tribe no time to react, and they were pierced between their eyebrows.
Blood mixed with brain matter spurted out.
The floor inside the box was dyed red.
Like a blooming bloody plum blossom.
There is a chilling sense of eerieness about it.
Later.
Those whose eyebrows were pierced all fell to the ground.
Life is cut off.
Completely turned into a cold corpse.
"This...how is this possible?"
"What kind of cultivation level does this little beast have? Why is his combat power so terrifying? Killing a strong man in the saint realm is like tearing apart a painting?"
"This guy's combat power is too weird. He is obviously only in the Saint realm, but his combat power is even more powerful than that of the Saint King. Everyone, please 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 massive mana to refine this little beast together."
"..."
Looking at the tribesmen who were killed by the sword energy in one blow.
A look of surprise flashed in the eyes of the remaining Tianpeng clan experts.
Staring at Zhuang Fan in disbelief.
I can't understand why this voice sounds like a very young guy.
Why can such powerful fighting power be unleashed?
It's like chopping melons and vegetables.
He casually killed so many strong men at the level of saints and saint kings.
These people are like three-year-old children at this time.
There was no way to fight back or resist in front of this guy.
Only to be tortured and killed.
Moreover, after they have practiced for so many years, they should have a Taoist heart that is as solid as a rock.
At this moment, a strong fear emerged that was uncontrollable.
Let their bodies tremble instinctively.
Cold sweat flowed down his cheeks.
The clothes on his body got wet instantly.
But the combat experience accumulated over the years.
They were not given the choice to sit still and wait for death.
Instead, they chose to join forces and rush outside the box.
"I've come to rob you, and you still want to run away. No one can get out of the box alive today!"
Looking at the powerful Tianpeng tribe charging towards them.
Zhuang Fan casually typed out countless formation materials.
The Zhoutianxingdou Formation was immediately set up.
"boom!"
A deafening roar sounded.
Streams of brilliance as bright as pillars burst out.
It directly destroyed the box.
It turned into pillars of light as thick as a grinding plate.
Connecting heaven and earth.
Move the stars in the sky.
Spreading out patches of light like the sea.
Directly submerged the entire Zuihuang Tower.
All of a sudden.
The wind roared fiercely.
The sword energy roared.
The endless starlight condensed into sharp flying swords.
It exudes an edge that sends chills throughout the body.
Packed with extreme speed and monstrous power rarely seen in the world.
He slashed at the remaining strong men from the Tianpeng clan.
"Bang bang..."
Looking at the rain of swords flying down.
The strong Tianpeng tribe immediately condensed thick and wide spiritual energy shields to block them in front of them.
at the same time.
It also summoned many defensive magic weapons.
Floating above his head.
Rays of divine light fell down.
Blessed on the aura shield.
Used to defend against sword rain attacks.
"Click! Click! Poof..."
pity.
The defense they exerted with all their strength was exposed to the endless rain of swords.
It was directly cut into pieces.
Turned into broken streams of light.
Splashing in all directions.
Dissipated between heaven and earth.
And those defensive magic weapons can't resist the power of the sword rain.
They all made a harsh crackling sound.
It was instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks.
Didn't last long at all.
Shattered suddenly.
The sharp and fierce sword rain no longer has any resistance.
All of them were killed by the powerful Tianpeng tribe.
Submerge it.
Almost in the blink of an eye.
Those flying spirit swords directly stabbed the strong men of the Tianpeng clan into a hornet's nest.
Everyone's body is covered with blood holes that are clear from the front and back.
Blood spurted out of those wounds as if they were free.
Dyeing the surrounding space red.
Turn it scarlet.
Very weird and charming.
Just take a look.
It gave people an unstoppable chill.
He glanced at the corpses all over the ground.
Zhuang Fan's figure moved slightly.
Disappeared from Zuihuang Tower.
Instantly appeared on the city wall.
The Hongmeng Emperor Sword in his hand slashed repeatedly.
Lines of terrifying sword energy were shot out.
The lives of those soldiers on the walls of the Mad Reaper.
It didn't take long.
Then he killed all the soldiers.
Only corpses on the ground and blood flowing into rivers were left.
See the situation.
Zhuang Fan raised his right hand.
A terrifying suction force emanated from the palm.
He sucked the blood directly.
Four bloody characters were written on the city wall.
"Tianpeng tribe, kill!"
A fierce murderous aura emanated from these four words.
The surrounding temperature dropped a bit.
Zhuang Fan glanced at his masterpiece with satisfaction.
Now that I have decided to fight to the death with the Tianpeng clan.
Then disgust them to death.
Not only must they kill all the pursuers they send out.