Super King of Soldiers in the City

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Looking at the blood mist, everyone on the stage was dull.

No one thought that just one round, Wang Fan hurt Wu Turen. Although the injury was not serious, it was still hurt.

However, they did not think that Wang Fan was too strong, but that Wu Tu was seriously injured.

After all, if Wang Fan is really strong, then it can't just hurt Wu Turen slightly.

Wu Turen's complexion was ugly, and just now he threatened to kill Wang Fan, giving Wang Fan a happy face.

But now, in just one round, he was injured by Wang Fan, which is simply beating his own face.

At this moment, Wang Fan said, "Waste, you are not very arrogant, threatened to give me a happy, why am I not happy yet?"

"I said that you are the weakest, and you still don't believe it, do you believe it now? It's really just a waste of talking."

coax!

There was another burst of laughter from the audience, and Wu Turen's face was even more red, and even Qi and blood were already unstable.

At this moment, with a whimper, Wang Fan seized the moment when Wu Tu's blood was unstable and shot again.

He was like a streamer, flashing straight to Wu Turen. The rusty big knife in his hand ran across the air. He lifted a lingering knife and cut it directly at Wu Turen's head.

Wu Turen noticed this scene, and he vomited blood violently, and waved his sword frantically to resist.

Huh!

There was a loud noise, the swords collided, and I was afraid that the waves would overflow.

Under that huge force, Wu Turen fell back a few steps again, and could not help spilling a ray of blood at the corner of his mouth.

Although Wang Fan didn't have farts, he still pretended to be very weak, and his face became pale, and he also took a few steps back.

"Wu Turen? The ninth floor? I bah! Your ninth floor is really useless. It is as good as my eighth floor. If I were you, I would have been killed. "

Wang Fan was still attacking Wu Turen, and at the same time, he raised his knife again and killed Wu Turen.

Wu Turen's complexion was ugly, and it was anger.

Once upon a time, an eight-layered ants dared to insult him so much, and what made him unacceptable most was that after a while, he was still helpless with this ants?

In particular, Wang Fan's left-handed waste and right-handed waste just made him almost explode.

He can feel the strength of Wang Fan, which is definitely not tough in the eighth floor. If he was not seriously injured, he would not need a few swords to deal with Wang Fan.

But now, for a while, he really couldn't help Wang Fan.

The most important thing is that Wang Fan is really too bad, constantly hitting him, insulting him, disturbing his mind, and hitting his blood.

Although he also knows that Wang Fan did this to irritate him and make him unstable and unable to exert his strength. But in the face of Wang Fan's insult, he really couldn't calm down.

Of course, the audience also saw Wang Fan's careful thinking, and could not help but scold Wang Fan shamelessly.

It's just that they succeeded in defeating the king. Even if they were unhappy, Wang Fan couldn't say anything at this time.

After all, standing at the end is a victory. What methods do you use to manage people?

"Little beast, I'm going to hack you alive!" Wu Turen roared wildly, and the aura in his body began to roll madly, Ling Xian monstrous!

He forcibly urged the few remaining auras in his body, the long sword waved, directly rolled up a sword flower, and then madly cut towards Wang Fan.

The sword flowers were extremely lingering, and the air seemed to be a weak paper, which was torn apart.

This whole place is more murderous than Doutai.

"Waste is waste. If the slogan is useful, you don't have to fight with real swords and guns, just call the slogan."

Wang Fan said disdainfully, but his figure suddenly began to retreat.

Although Wu Turen's sword of Ling Cuo doesn't even count fart in his eyes, he can easily break it. But now he can't do that, even he can't take over the sword of the butcher.

Because of the fighting power he has shown so far, if he can take over this sword, it will definitely cause the strong man to doubt.

With some helplessness, Wang Fan could only retreat one after another, and even deliberately let the sword flower cut a few mouths on himself, and forcibly spit out a few mouthfuls of blood.

In the end, Wang Fan finally escaped the blow at the price of numerous swords and looked weak.

Wang Fan was weak, and Wu Turen was naturally still there. Although he was not injured again, the previous sword consumed a lot of his aura.

Everyone on the stage was secretly horrified. Wang Fan actually escaped Wu Turen's sword. This luck was really good.

Because they saw clearly, almost, Wang Fan was about to be headed.

Ning Wei couldn't help crying.

Dangerous, it is too dangerous. She almost shouted and let Wang Fan speak up.

But she was afraid of distracting Wang Fan's mind, but she finally endured it.

"Little beast, you are so arrogant, don't hide when there is a species, fight me brightly, what kind of skill do you hide?"

Wu Tu was so angry that he pointed to Wang Fan and screamed.

Because he knew that it was definitely not good for him to go on like this. Wang Fan could consume it, but he couldn't afford it.

"Don't hide? Okay, then I'll do what you want!" Wang Fan nodded happily, and then gritted his teeth madly, killing Wu Turen again.

He knew that it was almost now, and he could kill Wu Turen.

Wu Turen looked at Wang Fan, who was rushing like a beast, without any fear, and stood up hard and raised his sword to meet.

Dangdang Dangdang.

The swords collided, and sparks burst in the air.

Both Wang Fan and Wu Turen are coughing up blood constantly, and they seem to be equal.

It's just that neither of them flinched, and they were still madly shaking.

Their faces are pale, and they look extremely weak, and the battle is also quite tragic.

Crazy and even mortal determination appeared on Wang Fan's face.

At one moment, with a sneer, while Wu Turen's long sword passed through his chest, his rusty sword crossed Wu Turen's throat.

puff!

laugh!

Along with the two jets of tremendous blood mist, a head directly flew up and fell under the platform of Bidou. The two bodies also slowly fell to the ground at the same time.

The only difference is that Wu Turen was killed and Wang Fan was seriously injured.

Looking at this scene, everyone in the audience was amazed.

This Wang Fan's luck was so good, he even killed Wu Turen with a slight advantage, won the game, and successfully entered the top ten.

Most people looked at Wang Fan and couldn't help but envy.

They all know that if Wu Turen did not suffer such serious injuries, if Wang Fan chose not to be Wu Turen, if there were still fighting, Wang Fan would definitely be defeated out of the game.

It is a pity that there is no if, according to the rules of the competition, Wang Fan has won, has successfully entered the top ten, and obtained the quota to enter the secret realm of Zong Yuan.

Even the strong men sitting in the town couldn't help but sigh, but they didn't say anything.

Only Ning Wei was so happy that she almost couldn't help yelling.

She won, and finally won. She was really afraid that Wang Fan would be beheaded on the platform.

"I announced that Ning Chengsheng, successfully entered the top ten, and obtained the place to enter the Zongyuan secret realm." An old man flashed onto the stage, watching Wang Fan, who was standing up hard, and handing the jade card at the same time as he announced the result.

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