152, Sword Tomb

Before Bingyu could react, Zhuang Han's body rushed directly to Binghao like a flash of lightning. It was Zhuang Han who said the five words "angry for beauty". This was the first time that Zhuang Han was so angry in so many years that the man in front of him actually had to touch Luo Mengru's body with his dirty hands. And Zhuang Han clearly heard Binghao's roaring words to Bingyu. Only the man in the later stage of foundation construction said that he wanted to marry Luo Mengru!

Even if ordinary people can't stand it, how can Zhuang Han, a ruthless and indifferent person, bear it! What is a madman? Only those who act extremely crazy without common sense can be called crazy! You don't know what a madman will do next, but every move of a madman can definitely be shocking. Zhuang Han's cold right hand pinched Binghao's neck fiercely, and then his right hand threw Binghao fiercely towards the wall full of ice thorns.

Binghao's body came to an intimate end directly with the ice thorns on the wall, and suddenly Binghao's body blurred his flesh and blood. There are countless bloody holes in his back, and the spikes on the wall are only the size of thin needles, but their number is extremely amazing. Almost thousands of ice thorns pierced Binghao's body, tearing his skin and pouring into the endless chill pain made Binghao extremely painful. Binghao, who has been growing up smoothly, thinks that there is a grandfather who has the peak cultivation in the later stage of magical power that he doesn't pay attention to anyone and acts extremely rampantly.

But this time his behavior, which he thought was very ordinary, angered a person, a person he should not provoke in his life. Zhuang Han looked at Binghao, who was full of flesh and blood, but without any pity. His right hand slightly raised the powerful attraction to pull Binghao's body. At this time, Zhuang Han tore off Binghao's right arm almost in front of Bingyu, and blood gushed out of Binghao's body like a fountain.

Binghao couldn't help screaming in the severe pain of his right arm being torn off. Bingyu couldn't believe what he saw in front of him. He even thought he was dreaming. Zhuang Han's speed was so fast that Bingyu didn't even notice when Zhuang Han moved his body. His own precious grandson threw it on the wall full of ice thorns and tore off Binghao's right arm in front of him.

Just when Zhuang Han was about to tear off Binghao's left arm, Bingyu said coldly, "What deep hatred do I have with you... How dare you do this to my grandson! Enough! Enough! Stop it! If you are in the Yuanying period, even if you kill my grandson in front of me, I won't complain at all, but your strength is only comparable to mine, and I still have two mid-term magical monks here. Put down my grandson Binghao, and I will let you go immediately!"

Zhuang Han said indifferently, "Threate me? The most feared thing for Zhuang Han in my life is that others threaten me!" After saying that, Zhuang Han's right hand wrapped in ice crystals suddenly rushed to Binghao's left arm. He cut off Binghao's left arm like an extremely sharp blade, and Binghao's left arm stained with endless blood fell from the air into the snow more than ten meters deep. He Chen looked at this scene in surprise and said, "This Zhuang Han is really crazy... Unexpectedly, he didn't give face at all and broke the guy's other arm in front of others.

Bing Hao endured the severe pain and shouted, "Kill him! Grandpa! I want him to cut me with a thousand knives! Thousands of knives!" Zhuang Han snorted coldly, "Noise!" After saying that, Zhuang Han put his right hand on Binghao's mouth. Suddenly, a huge ice spirit poured into Binghao's mouth. Binghao only felt that his tongue was frozen in an instant. He wanted to shout loudly but couldn't make a sound.

Bingyu suppressed his anger and said, "What's your relationship with the woman in the ice coffin? And how do you know that you are hiding in this shade... I also learned something about the bloody flame swallowing array by chance. Bingyu saw the red light swimming in the Ice Spirit Villa. Although these red lights were not much, they reminded him of an extremely horrible formation. After looking through the ancient books, the formation was really the same as Bingyu guessed, which was really a blood flame swallowing array, an extremely horrible array.

Zhuang Han said coldly, "You disturbed Meng Ru's rest... So you all have to die! Everyone who comes in from that waterfall is going to die!" Originally, Bingyu found that there was a dark place inside the Ice Spirit Villa. Only the dark place could contain the indivisable offensive of the blood flame swallowing the spirit array. Originally, the ice was relatively happy. After all, a yin place was found that everyone in the ice villa could be placed in that yin land.

But everything was fine, but the moment Binghao opened the ice coffin, it changed dramatically. I don't know where an extremely powerful madman came out and directly killed Binghao indiscriminately. But Bingyu must still hold back his anger. If Zhuang Han directly kills Binghao, it will be bad. Bingyu took a deep breath and said, "Be a man and stay on the front line... It's okay to let Binghao go!"

But as soon as Bingyu finished saying this, Zhuang Han said in an extremely cold tone, "Are you qualified to negotiate with me? Even if it's a Yuanying monk, I don't pay attention to Zhuang Han!" After saying that, Zhuang Han directly threw Binghao high. Then, Zhuang Han's body suddenly said faintly, "Snow crack!" Suddenly, endless snowflakes came to Binghao. In an instant, Binghao was wrapped in a huge sphere formed by snowflakes.

After that, only a huge bursting sound was heard. The huge sphere collapsed in an instant, and the sphere formed by snowflakes collapsed into countless snowflakes again. And the color of the snowflake suddenly changed from pure white to blood red, and Binghao was directly killed by Zhuang Han! Poor Binghao couldn't even leave a dead body, so he was easily killed by Zhuang Han. Bingyu roared, "Bastard!!! No one has ever dared to do this to me... I want you to die! Die! Die!"

After saying that, the extremely magnificent spiritual power in Bingyu's body said coldly, "God power! Stand still!" In an instant, a huge force emanated from Bingyu's body. Countless pale white streamers were used by Zhuang Han crazily, but Zhuang Han laughed and said, "God power! Is it still? Interesting, interesting! Once touched by the static front of the magic power, the body will rest for five seconds unless it is stronger than the monk who uses the static magic power. Five seconds in the battle of the magical monks is enough to determine the direction of a war situation. Such a rare magical power was actually encountered by me, hahaha!"

Bingyu frowned and said, "No one has ever seen my magical power so indifferent, generally showing a shocked expression. Although I only have one magical power, its magical power is static enough to be comparable to two ordinary magical power. The countless pale streamers are transformed by the divine power stillness. As long as a pale streamer touches Zhuang Han's body, Zhuang Han will rest his body in place for five seconds.

Zhuang Han was not afraid at all and said, "Since you have used a static magic power, I will show you my second magic power!" But when Zhuang Han was ready to use his second magical power, the other two mid-term magical monks were ready to move. Zhuang cold snorted, "Two little guys... What do you want to do! In that case, let's all die!"

After saying that, Zhuang Han said indifferently, "The magic power! The universe in the sleeve!" Then, a huge force oppressed the bodies of the other two mid-power monks. And many scattered forces oppressed hundreds of Jindan monks, and the huge power of kung fu pulled everyone in an instant.

Including the two mid-term magical monks were also abruptly suppressed by this force, and then everyone was admitted to the world by Zhuang Han. Bingyu was surprised and said, "The universe in the sleeve... It is rarer than my static magic power. Damn... Don't do anything to them!" Zhuang Han smiled ferociously and said, "Even the monks in the late stage of magical power have a certain chance of being included in the world of my sleeves. Once they enter the world of my sleeves... Then if I let him die, he will die! But as long as you win me... So what if you let them go! The universe in the sleeve is my first magic power, so let you see if my second magic power can defeat your static magic power!"

After saying that, Zhuang Han took a deep breath and said, "Self-created magic power! Sword tomb!" Hearing these six words, Bingyu subconsciously stepped back several steps, and said like a wooden chicken: "Self-created magic power... What kind of genius did I meet? Even monks with more than two magical powers cannot be compared with self-created monks. Even the weakest self-created magical powers are much stronger than ordinary magical powers.

The divine power is a reward given by God to the golden elixir period to advance to the monk in the divine power period, which is like an innate power that can be called magical power. However, it is extremely difficult to create your own magic power. You must be the kind of genius who is one in a million to have a certain chance to create your own magic power. After Zhuang Han said those six words, endlessly different shapes of flying swords appeared around him! And each flying sword is condensed from light blue ice, and the sound of a sword suddenly sounded.

The violent sound of sword after waking up as if it had been sleeping for ten thousand years was extremely surprising. Bingyu's still magic power rushed to the endless ice flying sword in the void, and the pale streamer touched the flying sword at the moment. The cold flying sword only paused for a second, and then instantly broke free from the shackles of the still magic power. Bingyu couldn't help but say in astonation when he saw this scene: "Self-created magic power... Sword mound! I can't even stop my static magic power.. It's too powerful."

The static magic power can not only work on monks, but even the attack or magic magic weapons used by monks can stop it for five seconds, which is the real horror of the static magic power. However, Zhuang Han's self-created magic sword tomb is more horrible. Even Bingyu's static magic power can't stop Zhuang Han's magic sword tomb. Almost in an instant, the endless ice sword surrounded the ice. At this time... Zhuang Han said faintly, "Kill!"