Super King of Soldiers in the City

This person is very arrogant, and his actions are also very decisive.

Feeling the surging aura, the faces of the monks around Manghuang changed greatly, and they all retreated in horror.

Manghuang was already prepared, almost at the moment when the fist slammed down, a black light suddenly appeared on his body, and he was about to make a move, but Wang Fan moved one step ahead of him.

Wang Fan, who was still smiling and harmless to humans and animals, suddenly rose into the sky.

With the sound of an earth-shattering explosion, Wang Fan clenched his fist into a fist while the ground shook, and slammed into the man's fist.

Wang Fan has been waiting for this guy for a long time. If he tears his face later, he will be surrounded and killed, and it will not be easy for him to kill the opponent.

But now, this person is attacking Manghuang, and it is so abrupt, he will definitely not guard against himself, at least he will not take it seriously.

This is Wang Fan's chance.

Those people in Ning Tian are all his enemies, and they will be killed sooner or later anyway.

Now that there is an opportunity to kill the opponent, Wang Fan will naturally not miss it.

In an instant, their fists collided in mid-air.

Pure collision.

The man's fist was surrounded by divine essence, like a thorn.

Wang Fan did not use his divine essence, but pure physical power.

Bang!

There was a loud bang, like Hong Zhong Da Lu, and everyone around the shock was buzzing in the eardrums.

The young man's expression changed, and he only felt that a force that seemed to come from the wild poured into his body, and his figure had already started to retreat in an instant.

There was even more shock and horror in his eyes. Obviously, he did not expect that Wang Fan would be so powerful.

Wang Fan looked at the young man who was blasted back, and there was a grin in his eyes.

He didn't wait for the other party to fly far away at all, as if he was already prepared, he had already used the divine sword in his right hand, and swept it away with one sword.

"no no!"

The man noticed the sharp sword glow, his face was horrified, and he roared wildly.

However, the sword light was like lightning, and it was fleeting.

When everything returned to calm, his body had fallen to the ground, completely breathless.

Dead silence.

The whole place was silent.

Looking at this scene, everyone was stunned, completely unable to believe this fact.

Wang Fan actually killed a holy emperor peak, how is this possible?

Here, most people can't see Wang Fan's strength, but those foreign monks can still see it.

The Great Emperor is only seven layers.

With such strength, he actually killed a pinnacle of Saint Emperor, is this just a joke?

It's simply impossible.

It's just that Wang Fan's cultivation base is clearly displayed, that is, the seventh floor of the Great Emperor.

This can't be faked, no matter how much Wang Fan hides his cultivation, the foreign cultivator can see through it.

Ning Tian was also a little dazed.

He can see through Wang Fan's cultivation base.

The Seventh Floor of the Great Emperor.

With such a cultivation base, it stands to reason that it is impossible to kill Ji Fan at all.

But now, Ji Fan is dead.

He stared at Wang Fan, as if he wanted to see through Wang Fan.

But, he couldn't see through.

Wang Fan doesn't look like Yi Rong at all.

If not, Ning Tian might doubt Wang Fan's identity when he sees through Wang Fan's cultivation.

It is precisely because of the bizarre practice of his practice that he can clearly see all falsehoods and disguise, and he did not perceive Wang Fan's disguise, so he did not doubt Wang Fan's strength.

But now, Wang Fan killed Ji Fan.

"Are you Wang Fan?"

Ning Tian's icy voice came out, and in an instant, his eyes were completely fixed on Wang Fan, and his breath had locked Wang Fan.

Although he can't see through Wang Fan's disguise, but the seventh floor of the Great Emperor can kill the peak of the Holy Emperor, there is no one else except Wang Fan.

If there is, then there are too many evil spirits in this foreign land.

"Wang Fan?"

Hearing this unfamiliar name, many people are a little at a loss, obviously they have never heard of it.

It was Xuetu, who couldn't help squinting.

He stared at Wang Fan, his expression a little shocked.

In fact, when Wang Fan beheaded the peak of the Holy Emperor, he had already begun to doubt Wang Fan's identity.

This guy, he has definitely seen it.

Now, he was sure that it was the **** who was chased and killed by himself and then pretended to be himself to kill everywhere.

It's just, this bastard, why does it feel stronger and stronger?

Now Xuetu, I feel that if I face Wang Fan again, I am afraid that I will not be an opponent.

No, it should be definitely not an opponent.

If you fight to the death, it will definitely be his blood slaughter.

Such a perverted guy.

Swish swish.

At the same time, along with Ning Tian's voice, the gazes of those God Realm Tianjiao all fell on Wang Fan.

Some are nervous, some are angry, some are happy.

The third one.

Ji Fan was already the third **** Wang Fan killed, Yuan Yu Tianjiao.

At this rate, even if there are a hundred of them, it is not enough to kill.

This Wang Fan is worthy of being a descendant of the ancient clan, worthy of being a character who will kill in the same vein, what a pervert.

"Wang Fan?" Wang Fan looked at Ning Tian and grinned: "You are right, I am Wang Fan, what's the matter, you want to kill me?"

He was very disdainful: "You rubbish, are you fed up or what? You have come all the way from the realm of the gods to kill me in the wasteland. Is it really that comfortable to be someone else's dog?"

When Ning Tian and the others heard this, the corners of their mouths twitched and they were also extremely angry.

Be someone else's dog?

This is so ugly.

Not to mention these arrogances, even ordinary monks can't stand this kind of humiliation.

Wang Fan continued: "Aren't you going to kill me? Come on, kill me, I want to see if you can kill me or not."

Saying that, Wang Fan suddenly looked at Xuetu: "Xuetu, as the saying goes, you don't know each other if you don't fight, how about we join forces to kill these people?"

"They are the arrogance of the gods, and they have a lot of good things on them. As for the background, are you still afraid of this?"

"What's more, as the saying goes, people die for wealth, birds die for food, and it's worth it for benefits."

Xuetu heard the words, the corners of his mouth twitched, he quickly took a few steps back, and waved his hands again and again: "This is a grudge between you and them, don't pull me, I won't participate."

He cursed in his heart, what is this **** thinking? Does his blood slaughter look like a fool?

Wang Fan was very disappointed: "Hey, you are really timid, no wonder you are still so weak after practicing until now. Just like you, when will you be able to step into the top of the Holy Emperor?"

Xue Tu had a dark face and ignored Wang Fan.

He was thinking in his heart, if he dares to talk nonsense again, believe it or not, I will help those gods and geniuses and kill you together?

Of course, he just thought about it and did not dare to participate.

Whether it was Wang Fan or Ning Tian and his party, they were not easy to mess with.

If he messes up, it's definitely not a good thing.

"Encircle him!" Ning Tian ignored Wang Fan, but sent a voice to the dozen or so people around him, and then walked towards Wang Fan.

At the same time, the rest of the people and others also stepped out one after another, their bodies were full of breath, and they faintly planned to surround Wang Fan.

When the other monks saw this scene, their expressions changed slightly and they all retreated.

Now, no one cares about the blood pool anymore.

Those who plan to watch the play plan to watch the play, those who plan to fish in troubled waters plan to fish in troubled waters, and some people plan to leave quickly, the farther away they are, the better.