Super King of Soldiers in the City

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Wang Fan looked at the young man with a sword on the battle platform and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

These guys in the Sword Emperor Palace are all very proud.

He wanted to fight Liao Chengyuan earlier to end this matter, isn't it so difficult?

Wang Fan was a little impatient, so he didn't have the previous courtesy. He looked at the young man with a sword back,

"The one who was just ashamed just now is as arrogant as you are, but as a result, everyone has seen it."

With just one word, it was like a slap in the face, hitting the young man with a sword on his back.

The anger in his heart.

Wang Fan even compared him with shame. Isn't this saying that he is still not looking enough in front of Wang Fan, and the result will be as shameful?

What a shame, what a shameless man, can he be compared with him? It just doesn't make sense!

Under the audience, the ashamed of having to leave in the future heard this, and almost couldn't hold it back, and a spit of blood spewed out.

What is a face-slap, this is what he can't refute.

What are the qualifications of the loser?

"Okay, you don't have to be angry anymore. Let me get your hands on it. Let me show you how strong you are." Wang Fan was too lazy to continue to speak.

However, what he said was equivalent to another slap in the face, and he slammed the young man's face.

Was Wang Fan asking him to shoot first? Is this a disdain for him?

"Fine, very good!" The teeth of the young sword-bearing teeth were crunching. When the words fell, he directly drew his sword and chopped toward Wang Fan.

A sword came out, and the world was swaying, and the violent sword-like appearance appeared overwhelmingly, which directly oppressed Wang Fan's body.

That horrible sword, even those onlookers, felt a suffocation, and they had to retreat again and again.

In any case, this young man with a sword is the eighth floor of the Emperor Sword Palace, and his strength is naturally beyond doubt.

Not to mention the Sword Emperor Palace, even if you look at the whole academy, how many people are his opponents?

Wang Fan felt the spirit of Ling Tian in the youth, and did not have any intention of retreating.

He didn't even have a knife, he stepped out directly, and he had already slain towards the youth with lightning.

The fist was excited and bombarded on that horrible sword, the sound of a clicking sound shattered.

This scene is very similar to the thunder dragon that smashed Wang Fan with fists before.

However, Wang Fan is not ashamed.

After he punched those swords with a punch, his figure moved forward again, approaching the young man's body.

The youth looked at this scene, their eyes narrowed.

His sword was stronger and stronger, and the whole person seemed to have formed a sword, a sword of slashing, and directly killed Wang Fan with lightning speed.

However, Wang Fan did not shy away, his right hand was already palmed, and he shot towards the front.

boom!

With a bang, Wang Fan's figure began to recede.

This is his first retreat since the battle today.

But in the same way, the young man with a sword back was also shocked back, and his blood and blood rolled up.

He shaped his sword, although he repelled Wang Fan, but Wang Fan's power also defeated him.

With just one blow, he already knew that Wang Fan was a strong enemy, and he would never allow him to be underestimated.

"Don't you say it's enough to destroy me? Why, just a little bit of strength?" Wang Fan stabilized his body, his voice sarcastic.

At the moment when the words came out, his figure had once again rushed to the backsword youth.

The back-sword youth stared at Wang Fan, his eyes cold, and there was a violent murderous intention on his body.

He was holding a sword in his right hand, and he slashed out sword after sword.

In a snorting sound, a ray of sword light ripped through the air, just for a moment, the whole sky was drowned in the sword light.

The sword light is dazzling, the sword intention is Lingtian, and the sword is fierce.

Each sword light contains a terrorist killing force. This is a sword of murder, a sword of killing.

Wang Fan proudly stood in the void, like a **** of war. In the face of his surge of swords, he was not afraid. I saw his hands lifted up, constantly flapping out towards the front.

A huge palm shadow formed in mid-air, slamming away toward those sword lights.

The sound of bursting continued to spread, and both began to collapse at the same time.

With palms against swords, even before the wind falls, they are evenly matched.

Those onlookers were shocked again. Wang Fan not only realized the extraordinary in the sense of sword, but even the understanding of martial arts, it was also extraordinary.

They naturally can see that Wang Fan has exhibited powerful martial arts.

Of course, the sword-backed youths also exhibited powerful martial arts skills, but they were all blocked by Wang Fan.

"You said that I am not worthy to fight Liao Chengyuan, you are enough to destroy me, is this your strength? What is it, is qualified to say that it is enough to destroy me?"

Wang Fan said disdainfully, and suddenly the offensive changed dramatically.

I saw it suddenly stepped out, turned his palm into a fist, and slammed into the back-sword youth.

In just one step, it seemed to have crossed the distance between time and space and came to the back-sword youth.

The young man carrying a sword felt this scene, his face changed greatly, but his speed was not slow, and he began to retreat in an instant, and he also struck a sword.

Boom.

The fist swelled on that sword, and the fist broke the sword.

At this time, the back sword had already taken the lead with lightning, and split the second sword.

The sword light flickered, like a ghost, and struck Wang Fan with lightning.

However, just before that Jianguang was about to strike Wang Fan, Wang Fan had already taken the second step.

He took this step as if he had gone through sophisticated calculations, and just escaped the sword.

At the same time, Wang Fan's second punch has also followed.

Eight-step fist, one step at a time, is extremely mysterious.

The face of the young sword-backed man changed greatly, and his figure retreated.

This time, he had no spare time to fight back and could only back away.

However, although his speed is fast, it is still worse than Wang Fan.

Wang Fan's fist still fell on him, causing him to spit out a spit of blood.

"Don't the people in the Sword Emperor's Palace be as arrogant as you are? Without much strength, are you still so arrogant?"

"Don't you say that you are enough to destroy me, why haven't you destroyed me yet, who exactly is destroying this?"

Wang Fan's voice was heard and resounded through the sky, making the face of the sword-backed youth even more ugly.

He even felt that other people's eyes looked like idiots.

Self-inflicted shame, this is self-inflicted shame.

However, Wang Fan still did not give him a chance. Almost at the moment when the voice came out, the third step, he had already stepped out, and blasted a third punch.

This punch fell directly and firmly on the back-sword youth, with two sounds, the sword in his hand shattered, and his body was also smashed down under the battle platform.

With a bang, his body smashed hard to the ground, his face ashes.

For Jianxiu, the sword is there, and the sword is everything to them.

But now, his sword is broken, which means that his faith has collapsed and Dao Xin has suffered a great blow.

"Don't the palace of the Emperor Dao like you, are you heartbroken? If victory wins, why should you fight against others' heart? You, your heart, can be blamed.

A low voice came from the direction of the Sword Emperor Palace, followed by a young man of extraordinary temperament, who came out of the Sword Emperor Palace.

He looks ordinary, but his temperament is extremely extraordinary.

He didn't carry a sword, but the whole person was like a sword.

In the moment he appeared, thousands of eyes all condensed on him, as if the whole world was left with him alone.

And he, step by step, went to Wang Fan, to the battle platform.

Wang Fan looked at this person, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Although he had not seen this person, and this person did not register himself, he already knew who this person was.

The eighth floor of the sword emperor palace is also the ultimate goal of his trip, Liao Chengyuan!

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