He Shaolin himself is not a king, so he is even more looking forward to crushing the king under his feet. This can be said to be the most wonderful thing in life.
He looked at Fu Gaoyun proudly, and this time he stepped on his face hard. Even if the other person became the soul-splitting realm or even the fairy mansion realm in the future, it would be impossible to wash away today's shame.
"Haha, today I opened my eyes to what it means to have no limit and what it means to be a shameless villain." Ling Han shook his head and strode forward.
The Queen stood behind with her hands folded, not bothering to pay attention to these scum.
"Ling Han, don't worry, it's not your turn yet!" Bei Xuanming sneered. This guy thought he would let him go? How naive.
"But I'm impatient!" Ling Han walked forward. He was not interested in watching Bei Xuanming's disgusting performance. What's more, although he had severed ties with Fu Gaoyun, he still accepted the other's favor, at least from the Queen.
This blood dragon armor was given by Fu Gaoyun.
Moreover, this guy is not bad.
"Stop!" A man rushed out from behind Bei Xuanming, raised his fist and hit Ling Han. There is a slave here, and the master wants to take action. Does that mean that the slave still exists?
Boom, this punch came with an astonishing momentum, triggering the avenue, and symbols appeared one after another.
This is a three-cut strongman who has reached the peak of his cultivation. In fact, his combat power is more powerful than Bei Xuanming, but not as good as He Shaolin.
A punch came, crushing Ling Han alive.
Ling Han took action. No one saw clearly how he did it. He just moved very casually, and the man's wrist was caught, and then he started to attack.
Bei Xuanming suddenly opened his mouth in surprise, because when he thought about it, Ling Han only cut with one strike, so no matter how evil he was, he would not be able to match the strong man with three cuts. But with such a move, he directly gave him a loud blow
slap.
Three cuts!
Ling Han actually slashed three times, how is this possible!
How long has passed since then, and he has advanced from one slash to three slashes, surpassing himself in realm. How could such a thing be possible in the world?
"Does it feel good to hit someone?" Ling Han asked the man with a calm expression.
The man was almost bursting with bile and didn't know how to answer at all.
Snap!
Ling Han took the opponent's hand and slapped it on his face, slapping him across the face: "Do you feel good? Do you feel good?" Once asked, he would slap him once.
The man was beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, but Ling Han had no intention of stopping. Soon blood spurted out, followed by minced meat, broken teeth flying out, and the bones were exposed. The scene was very bloody.
Ling Han had no sympathy. This guy had made it clear that he was going to kill him with one punch. If he didn't practice fast enough and was an emperor, who would he complain to if he was beaten to death?
"Stop!" Bei Xuanming shouted.
He had to drink, and his men were beaten. If his master didn't react at all, who would be willing to sacrifice his life for him in the future?
But will Ling Han pay attention to him?
Bang bang, slap, slap, slap flying, and Ling Han was dragging the man towards Bei Xuanming, his eyes were filled with evil, making it clear that you would be next.
"Shao Lin!" Bei Xuanming shouted quickly.
He Shaolin nodded, jumped back, showed a sneer, and said: "Three-kill King? Haha, in front of me, you are just a fart!"
The king can only be invincible at the same level, and he not only has the advantage of a small realm, but also has been honed at the peak of the Four Slashes for countless billions of years, and his combat power is completely comparable to that of the king.
Tell me, how could he not have a sense of superiority?
Ling Han dragged the man like a dead dog towards He Shaolin without saying a word. In his eyes, the other person was just a ball of air and he didn't need to pay attention to him at all.
"Arrogant!" He Shaolin snorted coldly, swung his right hand and hit Ling Han in the face.
Do you like to slap people, don't you? Then let you also have a taste of being slapped.
Snap, Ling Han raised his hand and grabbed He Shaolin's wrist.
He Shaolin's expression suddenly froze.
How is this possible?
Bei Xuanming was also stunned. In his opinion, He Shaolin was as powerful as the Saint Son and Saint Girl at the peak of the Four Slashes. How could Ling Han grab his wrist with just one strike?
It seems that the combat power of the two people is very different.
"You want to feel good too, don't you?" Ling Han said calmly. He waved He Shaolin's hand and swung it towards him.
He Shaolin quickly summoned up all his strength to resist, but he was no match for Ling Han. Pa, burning pain immediately spread across his face, making him shed tears.
One is pain, the other is shame. How can you be embarrassed to be slapped in the face in public?
Ling Han swung his hands, and with a bang, He Shaolin and the other person were thrown into Bei Xuanming's hands. Their limbs were spread out, and they had already fainted.
Bei Xuanming took a step back involuntarily, with a chill on his face.
Just like Fu Gaoyun can't find reinforcements here, neither can he!
Although he is not the only one who has entered the Taiyin Sect here, the relationship between the saints is competitive. How can he ask for help for personal grudges? Firstly, he can't keep this face off, and secondly, it will only make people laugh when he says it.
Therefore, just now Fu Gaoyun could only accept his fate, and now it is the same for him.
"...I admit defeat!" He gritted his teeth, veins pulsing on his forehead.
After saying these words, he asked his men to help He Shaolin and the two up. If they couldn't beat them, why couldn't they hide?
Ling Han snorted and said, "You want to leave now?"
"What do you want?" Bei Xuanming asked in a deep voice. He also knew that he couldn't do it without paying a price.
Ling Han smiled faintly and said, "Didn't you just say that I offended the Zihe family and should keep my tail between my legs? Haha, let me tell you something. Just a few days ago, I killed Zihe Bingyun.
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Buzz, Bei Xuanming felt his head shake, there was a loud roar, and he almost fainted.
Fake, must be fake!
If Zihe Bingyun is only offended, the Zihe family will not be able to make a big move even if they want to deal with Ling Han, but if Zihe Bingyun is killed, the situation will be completely different.
Who can humiliate the power of the Immortal King?
When the time comes, maybe everyone here will be buried with him!
Bei Xuanming trembled, feeling that Ling Han must be a madman or a liar for making such a meaningless joke.
"You, you must be talking nonsense!"
Ling Han smiled and said, "You are so sentimental. How can I have the time and mood to talk nonsense to you? Didn't you say that I am very courageous? Haha, let me show you."
He snapped his fingers, and whew, a ray of sword light swept through, punched into Bei Xuanming's Tianling Cap, and then shot out from the back of his head.
Bang, Bei Xuanming's legs suddenly softened and he knelt on the ground, his eyes quickly losing their luster.
Fu Gaoyun and others were so scared that their scalps were numb, and Fu Gaoyun even thought about how Ling Han asked him if he could kill Bei Xuanming. At that time, he thought it was just a joke, but looking at it now, Ling Han started to kill him at that time.