Super King of Soldiers in the City

Seeing this shocking scene, in an instant, the whole scene fell into dead silence again.

After a short silence, there was an uproar.

"How is this possible?"

"How could he be so strong?"

"Although I can't see through his cultivation base, I can barely perceive that his cultivation base does not reach the Immortal Venerable. Why can I severely damage the third floor of the Immortal Venerable with a single sword?"

Countless shocking voices came out, and those monks were incredulous.

The cultivator of the Immortal King was able to hit the third floor of Immortal Venerable with a single sword, which was simply too bad.

Even if Wang Fan had sneak attacks, it was still shocking.

You know, Immortal King and Immortal Venerable are two completely different concepts.

The immortal monk, whether it is the strength of the immortal element, the understanding of the great path, or the realm of the immortal, is not comparable to the immortal king.

A cultivator of the Immortal King may be able to beat the cultivator who is also the Immortal King across several small realms, but even if it is the ninth level of the Immortal King, it is not an easy task to defeat the Immortal King across the realm.

Not to mention, the third floor of Xianzun was defeated, and it was still a spike.

This kind of terrifying cross-border combat strength, even if it is the first in the fairy king list, can't do it.

Only in midair, Wang Fan's figure has emerged.

He was holding a snow-white Immortal King-class long sword in his right hand, constantly dancing in the void, but his eyes were cold looking at the monks who attacked him.

The cold stare seemed to be looking at the dead, which was chilling.

"You all will die."

An icy voice came from Wang Fan's mouth, and the snow-white long sword in his hand was also dancing faster and faster.

And along with the dancing of the long sword in his hand, the sword power between the heaven and the earth gathered frantically, and a terrifying whirlpool soon formed.

"No, everyone quickly prepares for confrontation. He is about to attack us."

Those monks felt even more ugly as they felt this scene.

An Immortal Venerable stepped out on the fourth floor. While talking, he pointed out the sword art with his right hand and pointed it in the air.

Whoosh!

Following the movement of his fingers, the Xian Yuan in front of him rushed rapidly, instantly condensing into a giant sword, and slashed directly towards Wang Fan in the air.

In addition, those monks who saw this scene also recovered their spirits, offering magic weapons one after another, madly attacking Wang Fan in mid-air.

Although the previous waves of attacks have killed many people.

But there are still nearly a hundred people who remain.

And these nearly a hundred people are all monks of the second floor or above of the Immortal Venerable, and those with the highest cultivation level have even reached the fourth floor of the Immortal Venerable.

Therefore, they did not retreat, but chose to attack.

Buzzing.

One after another dazzling attacks skyrocketed, Wang Fan rushed to the sky.

An icy arc emerged from the corner of Wang Fan's mouth. He held a sword in his right hand and cut it down.

"Excalibur Eighth Style, Second Style!"

Hum!

A dazzling sword light emerged, bringing up countless crazy swirling vortices, while engulfing the surrounding space Xian Yuan, directly incarnate ten million, and slashed down towards those attacks below.

Boom boom boom boom!

The explosion sound continued, countless attacks were shattered, countless monks were killed again, and nearly a hundred monks fell again.

Above the sky, Wang Fan's face was also extremely pale.

However, he did not retreat, but continued to frantically agitate the Xian Yuan in his body, soaring up, and while rushing to a higher place, he gathered the third sword.

If in the past, facing so many monks besieged, Wang Fan would definitely want to retreat or escape.

It is impossible for him to fight these people.

After all, even if he killed so many people, he himself would be extremely traumatized.

It's just that during this time, Wang Fan was too aggrieved and depressed.

The three major forces of the Chu Dynasty, the Dark Alliance, and even the Imperial Palace had forced him to escape several times. Even now, he dared not show his true colors.

His mood can be imagined.

In his heart, there was even more anger.

But recently, this group of shameless Chu dynasty casual cultivators, because they wanted to kill him because of greed, directly and completely aroused his anger, causing him to erupt completely.

Wang Fan's whole body, the sword power became stronger and stronger, and the coercion of the avenue became more and more terrifying. Soon, the third sword was already formed, and it fell directly downward.

Hum!

There was another sound, nearly a hundred dense sword lights, like sword rain, fell from mid-air and directly slashed at everyone.

This time, the cultivators did not choose to shake, but began to hide in embarrassment.

They could all feel the power of Wang Fan's third sword, it was too strong, so powerful that it made their scalp numb.

Boom boom boom!

After several bursts, even if the monks hided extremely fast, there were still some people who were cut by the sword light, and their bodies were directly split into several halves.

The **** and violent scene severely stimulated everyone's nerves and made everyone's heart tremble.

Looking at this scene on the fourth floor of the Immortal Venerable, his face was also extremely ugly.

He raised his head and looked at Wang Fan who stood in the sky like a god.

Looking at Wang Fan's pale face, he said coldly, "It's really worth it to be passed by Wangyun Palace Master. The strength is really strong, but how long can you last?"

A cold and arrogant voice came out, and he pinched the tactics with both hands, directly condensing a series of palm prints, and shot and killed Wang Fan in midair.

Wang Fan glanced at him coldly, and soon he had already cut the fourth sword again.

On the fourth floor of the Immortal Venerable, seeing Wang Fan's fourth sword smashed down, his figure flickered rapidly, and he didn't bump into Wang Fan.

boom!

There was another explosion, and ditches of terror were lifted on the ground. Although the fourth floor of the Immortal Venerable had escaped by chance, the remaining second and third floors of the Immortal Venerable were killed again.

Wang Fan's face was even paler, but he still didn't stop, the long sword in his hand continued to dance, condensing the fifth sword of the Eighth Excalibur.

It's just that this time, his gaze is firmly locked on the fourth floor of the Immortal Venerable, and he sneered, "I can't hold it for long, but my next sword will kill you first."

"Rewind."

"Run away!"

"This person is too demon and invincible!"

Those monks who survived by chance watched this scene, feeling the terrifying aura and the terrifying sword power of Wang Fan.

They didn't dare to stay here anymore, instead they showed their figures madly and walked away.

The four-level face of the Immortal Venerable was gloomy, and he was also very fleeing, but he was surprised to find that he had been locked firmly by Wang Fan's mental power.

In this case, he couldn't hide at all, he could only fight.

"go to hell!"

However, Wang Fan didn't bother to talk nonsense at all, and the fifth form of the Eighth Excalibur Form was quickly condensed.

He was in the shape of electricity, and he immediately approached the fourth floor of that Immortal Venerable, and then cut it down with a sword.

"The mere fairy king wants to kill the deity too, are you worthy?"

The pupils on the fourth floor of that Immortal Venerable choked, he roared hoarsely, and grabbed a sharp shuttle in his hand. The sharp shuttle ripped out a sneer in the air and slammed Wang Fan's fifth sword frantically.

It's just that his hasty attack, how can he stop Wang Fan's fifth sword?

Boom!

With a blast, the Long Shuo in the hands of the fourth floor of the Immortal Venerable was directly lifted off, and his whole person was even drowned by the sword intent.

"no no!!!"

He screamed in horror, but unfortunately, his voice was also quickly drowned out.