Super King of Soldiers in the City

The face of Tsing Yi Juggernaut changed drastically, his figure flashed, and he began to retreat quickly.

It's just that Wang Fan is not willing to give him a chance, he stepped on the void, and the magic sword in his hand danced, continuously stabbing it out.

At the same time, he also followed the Tsing Yi Sword Master like a shadow, and the two always kept a certain distance.

Sword Sage Tsing Yi was shocked. He didn't expect that Wang Fan, who had entered the clear sword heart, not only suppressed his sword in an instant, but even the speed was not slower than him.

This is horrible.

It's just that if you want to kill him like this, how easy is it?

In any case, Wang Fan must also die.

At the same time, the crowd watching the game outside had already exclaimed.

Wang Fan himself is a celebrity, and he is very famous in Yucheng, so there are many people watching him fight.

Seeing that Wang Fan, who had already gained the upper hand in an instant, countless people were frightened.

"So strong! He is, has entered Jian Xin's clear epiphany?"

"It's worthy of being a tianjiao who can compete with the strongest in the Saint Emperor Ranking. Such a talent is really terrifying."

Many monks talked in shock, and even stars appeared in their eyes.

This is true even for some Tianjiao who have already entered the top thousand.

Although Wang Fan has not yet entered the top one thousand, they can clearly perceive that Wang Fan is much better than them.

At least most people are not Wang Fan opponents.

In the void, a man with a majestic face stood there, also watching the battle below.

He stood there, looking domineering.

By his side, there was a golden-armored monk, who was Lin Ye who took people to the inn.

Lin Ye looked at Wang Fan below, her eyes shining brightly: "Domain Lord, this kid, I want it, no one can **** me!"

Lin Ye's tone was firm, and he was extremely satisfied with Wang Fan.

Domain Lord Qin Gong glanced at him and said lightly: "If you can suppress Ye Wu, this seat will naturally have no opinion."

Lin Ye couldn't help squeezing his fists when he heard the words.

He glanced down at the golden-armored monk below, and said coldly: "What about Ye Wu, dare to **** someone from me, I will blow his dog's head."

"Haha." Qin Gong chuckled lightly, and said much lazily.

Lin Ye is very strong, yes, but if he can beat Ye Wu's dog head, it would be a bit bragging.

With thirty-six golden armors in the domain master's mansion, Lin Ye was only third, and Ye Wu was second.

This is still the first one who didn't come. If that one comes, whether it's Ye Wu or Lin Ye, I'm afraid they will have to stand aside.

Lin Ye saw Qin Gong sneer, did not continue to say more, but frowned: "My lord, if he is in danger, do you see if you—"

Qin Gong said indifferently: "Life and death are life and death. If he dies on the battlefield, this seat will not interfere. Of course, unless he admits defeat."

Lin Ye relaxed slightly after hearing this.

Tsing Yi Sword Saint is stronger than Wang Fan, even if Wang Fan can press Tsing Yi Sword Saint to fight, he knows that it will be temporary.

But if it was said that the sword saint Tsing Yi could persecute Wang Fan without a chance to admit defeat, that would be nonsense.

Without waiting for Lin Ye to relax, Qin Gong said again: "This kid is not easy. I seem to feel a familiar breath from him."

Muttering, Qin Gong's eyes suddenly burst into two bright lights.

However, after a while, he withdrew his gaze and sighed helplessly.

There seemed to be a layer of mist covering Wang Fan's body, which he couldn't see through.

On the battle platform, Wang Fan didn't know so much, he still slashed the Qingyi Juggernaut with one sword and one sword.

At this moment, his sword is faster and more powerful.

The Sword Saint Tsing Yi was forced to back down continuously, his face also gloomy.

At a certain moment, he suddenly opened his mouth and shouted: "Sir, wake up!"

Along with the sound, a bang came, and Wang Fan instantly recovered his clarity.

Even the monks who were watching the battle outside felt a trance, as if they had suffered a sonic attack.

After regaining consciousness, those monks were furious.

"mean!"

"Bastard stuff, it interrupted people's epiphany!"

Of course, there are also monks who hold different opinions.

Wang Fan and Tsing Yi Sword Saint were originally rivals, and it was normal for Tsing Yi Sword Saint to interrupt Wang Fan.

Otherwise, he is very likely to be killed by Wang Fan.

Tsing Yi Sword Saint's voice was not made casually, but a lot of brewing.

Otherwise, he might not be able to interrupt Wang Fan's epiphany.

Wang Fan regained his clarity and looked at the sword saint Tsing Yi, but couldn't help but smile.

Yes, he just laughed.

The smile was extremely brilliant, giving people a creepy feeling.

With a smile on his face, the sword saint Tsing Yi frowned, and he faintly felt a little bad.

Wang Fan didn't give him time. In the next second, with a swish, his body had penetrated the air, and he slammed into the sword master Tsing Yi at an extremely fast speed.

At this moment, Wang Fan's speed soared several times more than ever, and violent power emerged from his body.

In just an instant, Wang Fan was already close, and the moment he put away the divine sword, his fists blasted out like rain.

However, what is strange is that he clearly blasted a fist, but everyone else felt the sword intent.

"Fist and sword in one?"

"Good fellow, is this going against the sky? It has merged the sword intent into the fist intent."

Countless people are frightened.

The face of Tsing Yi Sword Saint was also extremely ugly, and the spirit within his body was constantly bursting, and he retreated madly.

It's just that he is not as fast as Wang Fan at all.

Wang Fan is like a gangrene attached to bones, always clinging to him, and his fists are constantly falling.

The terrifying power that the physical body originally possessed, coupled with the softness of the sword intent, was just a few punches.

The body of the sword saint Tsing Yi had been beaten to pieces, and blood spurted wildly in his mouth.

In such a close fight, he had no chance to use the sword at all.

However, Wang Fan was not forgiving. He continued to bombard his body frantically. At the same time, he said indifferently: "You are on the eighth floor of Saint Emperor, and on the fifth floor of my Great Emperor, you don't want to surrender, do you?"

"By the way, I think you have a good talent. You should be a first-rate kendo genius? Would you be embarrassed if you give up?"

When Tsing Yi Sword Saint heard this, his face was distorted, and his face was even more ugly.

He roared and fought back frantically, but how could his physical body compare with Wang Fan?

This is a shame for him, a shame that is difficult to wash away.

As Wang Fan said, if he concedes defeat, he will never be able to make progress anymore, and Jian Xin is afraid it will collapse.

If it were passed back, he would be ridiculed even more, for fear that he would never be able to look up again.

"what-"

Qing and Sword Saint snarled frantically, but it was a pity that they were incompetent and furious.

Because in a short time, he couldn't get rid of Wang Fan at all, let alone give a strong counterattack.

Wang Fan's heart is also very depressed. He has already smashed a few punches. Why is this guy still not dead? Is his life so hard?

At a certain moment, the Sword Saint Tsing Yi finally gritted his teeth at the moment when Wang Fan was blasted off, and directly burned his life.

At the same time, his aura suddenly rushed into the sky, becoming stronger, and yelling four words in his mouth.

"Human sword is one!"