Super King of Soldiers in the City

boom!

As the saying goes, it stirred up a thousand waves for a while, although Wang Fan was extremely powerful, but he was so arrogantly provoked.

Whoosh whoosh!

This time, without waiting for the order from the little prince, many monks had already risen up.

A violent aura emerged from their bodies, and the eyes that looked at Wang Fan were full of cold killing intent.

This guy is too arrogant.

No matter how good he is?

But it's just a fairy king with eight layers.

If they are these arrogances, one by one, perhaps no one is Wang Fan's opponent.

But if they were together, they would not believe that Wang Fan could not be killed.

"Arrogant guy, the deity will meet you."

"You are on the eighth floor of the Immortal King, and you dare to be so arrogant. Today is your death date."

"Arrogant people will not live long after all."

The monks yelled, their figures shimmering, and they slew towards Wang Fan.

Among these monks, there are nine levels of the Immortal King, the first level of the Xianzun, the second level of the Xianzun, and even a third level of the Xianzun.

Fortunately, this venue is large enough, otherwise, so many monks, together attacking Wang Fan, I am afraid they will really be unable to use it.

Wang Fan grinned as he looked at the dozens of people who had been killed frantically.

He stepped out, his hands turned into palm shadows, and he kept slapped out.

Those palms are all wrapped in the elemental energy of gold, and they look like substance.

The palm shadows continued to blast out, colliding with the attacks of the monks, making a rumbling sound.

It didn't take long for the two immortal kings on the ninth floor to fly out with their palm prints, and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

Wang Fan didn't stop, let alone look at the two Immortal Kings.

The immortal king is only nine levels, to him now, but the ants do not pose any threat at all.

He stepped out with a thunderous sound under his feet, and then his whole person disappeared in place like electricity.

The lightning technique was used to the extreme, and in the next moment, Wang Fan had already appeared next to an Immortal Venerable.

The palm of his hand was like a fan, and slammed toward the other side's face.

"you--"

The face of the Immortal Venerable changed drastically, and he did not expect that in the face of so many people's attacks, Wang Fan would dare to rush into them.

He didn't even expect that Wang Fan's speed would be so fast, and he was approaching in a short moment.

With a heavy slap, he didn't have time to react at all, he just felt a pain in his cheek, and the whole person spouted a mouthful of blood and flew out.

"you wanna die."

An angry shout rang from Wang Fan's side, and a second-floor Xianzun who was closer to Wang Fan came to kill with a long knife.

The blade was sharp, and set off a shadow of the knife, piercing Wang Fan's head.

With a sneer, the sharp blade had already torn Wang Fan's body in just an instant.

However, he soon discovered that it was not Wang Fan's real body that he was tearing apart, but just a shadow.

As for Wang Fan, he was already missing.

Of course, Wang Fan couldn't hardly shake the second floor of the Immortal Venerable. If he was just the other person, he would not be afraid.

But if he turns around to meet the opponent, the other monks will also be killed.

If he falls into a siege at that time, it will be very dangerous.

Therefore, Wang Fan simply displayed the space shift, and disappeared in place in an instant.

When he appeared again, he was already behind all the monks.

Wang Fan didn't hesitate at all, Xian Yuan inside his body roared like an angry dragon, and his fists blasted forward.

Bang bang!

The wave of fists hit the air, hitting a monk on the first floor and a second-floor monk.

The two monks vomited blood on the spot and flew forward.

Several monks couldn't dodge, and were hit by them, staggering.

"The so-called Tianjiao is really vulnerable."

Wang Fan's voice sounded disdainfully, his right hand suddenly lifted, and he grabbed at the void.

In an instant, in a burst of crackling sounds, the thunder element energy in the air began to converge crazily.

In just a moment of effort, the thunder element energy has been condensed into thirteen buckets of thunder dragon.

Each Thunder Dragon opened its scarlet blood mouth, opened its teeth and danced its claws, and bit down at the thirteen monks.

After seeing this scene of the thirteen monks, their complexions changed drastically in an instant.

"Brother of the Thunder Element? Still comprehending the law of space?"

"How is this possible?"

"Do not!"

With horror on their faces, they began to mobilize their entire bodies and wave their magical weapons, intending to resist.

But in spite of this, six monks were blasted out in a rumbling sound.

The six monks were either swept by Thunder Dragon's tail or bitten by their mouths, and fell to the ground one by one, dying.

Thirteen Tianjiao, and six more, only seven are left.

"What a weird method."

The faces of the seven people were extremely ugly.

Eighteen of them, Tianjiao, shot together, and they were all beaten by Wang Fan.

Who is this Wang Fan, how can he be so powerful?

Is he really only the eighth level of the Immortal King?

Among the seven heavenly arrogances, the expression on the three-layered face of that Xianzun was also extremely ugly.

Originally, in his opinion, it was more than enough to have him in charge, together with the other 17 people, to kill Wang Fan.

But now, he realized that the number of people was useless to Wang Fan.

What's more, the eighteen of them are still a mass of scattered sand.

Wang Fan just relied on that weird body technique to hit them all.

He waved his hand, and the other six people immediately backed away and dispersed.

He looked at Wang Fan and said coldly, "Dare to come to my Fengtian Tower————"

However, his words were not finished at all, and Wang Fan had already pointed at him.

Whoosh whoosh.

The endless wood element vines tore the air, like sharp thorns, directly hitting his body.

Seeing this scene on the third floor of the Immortal Venerable, his face was even more ugly, and the words in his mouth had to be swallowed.

He raised his palm and slapped forward fiercely. In the sound of clicking, the endless vines were shattered and turned into elemental energy to dissipate.

It's just that when the vines shattered, Wang Fan's figure had once again disappeared in place.

For a moment, the Immortal Venerable was standing in the distance on the third floor, only feeling the sharp edge of his back, and he didn't dare to move anymore.

His mental power gushes out frantically, lingering around him, fearing that he will be attacked by Wang Fan.

"Xianzun is on the third floor, but so."

A light and fluttering voice suddenly sounded from behind him.

He suddenly stunned, suddenly turned around, palmed his right hand, and patted backward.

But at this moment, Wang Fan's figure appeared on the top of his head, and then a huge sole of his foot had already stepped on his face diagonally.

Bang!

That Xianzun's third floor was directly stepped on and flew out, and fell to the ground severely, half of his face collapsed.

He wanted to get up and killed Wang Fan desperately, but he was shocked to find that the veins in his body had been shattered.

When Wang Fan appeared, he couldn't help sighing secretly.

The strength of these Tianjiao is really too weak.

Otherwise, he wants to defeat the third level of Xianzun, how could it be so easy?

At least, the opponent's perception, the Dadao Realm, is too bad.

Wang Fan did not go to see the third floor of the Immortal Venerable. Instead, he looked at the little prince and smiled, "It's your turn."