Super King of Soldiers in the City

"The space is shifting?"

The little prince's face was gloomy and terrifying, why didn't he know that at that critical moment, Wang Fan's exhibition space moved and disappeared in place?

The little prince did not continue to chase, but looked up to the sky with a sullen face.

I saw that, at a distance of several kilometers from him, Wang Fan's figure emerged, and a monstrous sword force erupted from him. The next moment, his fourth sword had been directly cut down.

Boom!

As soon as the fourth form of the Excalibur came out, there was a rumbling sound from the sky and the earth, as if the end had come.

A dense array of terrifying sword auras directly flooded the void and slashed straight towards the little prince.

And in the center of that thousands of sword auras, there is still a huge sword aura that is extremely bright.

That huge sword aura, like the king of ten thousand swords, seemed to destroy everything.

The little prince felt the power of the Fourth Excalibur, his pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly.

Under Wang Fan's fourth sword, it was him who felt an extremely dangerous aura.

He did not dare to shake it directly, but shouted, "Heavenly King Armor!"

Accompanied by the sound, the immortals between heaven and earth began to gather frantically, and in just an instant, pieces of extremely heavy armor were formed on his body.

Heavenly King Armor, this is an extremely advanced martial skill in the Imperial Palace. It is said that if it is cultivated to great success, it can completely block the blow of the immortal emperor.

It's just that the little prince's cultivation is only on the third level of the Immortal Venerable, and obviously he has not cultivated to the realm of Dacheng.

His Heavenly King Armor is only just getting started in cultivation.

However, even so, it can block the full blow of the general Xianzun late powerhouse.

While condensing the armor of the Heavenly King, the little prince pointed at the sky with his index fingers, mobilizing the energy of the gold element between the sky and the earth, forming a sharp blade, tearing away towards the sword energy that came from the sky, and he began to retreat crazily.

The little prince had never imagined that an eighth-floor fairy king could be so powerful.

He had never thought that one day when he faced the ants on the eighth floor of the Immortal King, he would even need to retreat.

Boom!

The golden blades all over the sky collided with those sword auras, making a deafening sound.

Under the impact of that energy, ripples of energy spread wildly like ripples, raging towards the surroundings.

However, how can the sharp blades of gold elements condensed by the little prince resist the sword energy that Wang Fan has torn apart by the fourth style of the divine sword?

In just an instant, the countless golden sharp blades were completely torn apart.

That dazzling sword light, carrying endless sword energy, directly caught up with the retreating little prince at lightning speed, and hit his body.

The violent sword energy tore apart the heavenly king armor on the surface of the little prince, and just a few breaths had already torn the layers of heavenly armor to pieces.

Although the armor of the heavenly king is good, after all, the little prince has not been able to cultivate to great success, so he can't resist Wang Fan's fourth style of the sword at all.

The sky full of sword energy tore the armor of the heavenly king, and then slammed on the little prince.

Chi Chi Chi Chi.

A **** mist sputtered out of the little prince's body, and the whole person flew out like a kite with a broken line.

His face was extremely pale.

Below, those monks couldn't believe their eyes when they saw this scene.

As powerful as the little prince, was it all defeated by Wang Fan?

How is this possible?

You know, Wang Fan's cultivation base is only the eighth level of the Immortal King.

Is this still the powerful and domineering little prince they know?

Shocked!

Death shock!

Everyone's eyes widened, and they even forgot to breathe.

Wang Fan stood in the air, but he didn't even pay attention to the badly injured little prince who flew upside down.

The long sword in his hand danced, and the fifth form of the Excalibur had begun to gather.

As the saying goes, when he is sick and kills him, Wang Fan will not be careless at this time, let alone give the little prince any chance.

The little prince saw that Wang Fan had begun to condense the Fifth Sword again, and his face suddenly became even greener.

He clenched his fists, staring at Wang Fan angrily, and said heartbreakingly, "What do you want to do? This is Fengtian City, the territory of the Royal Palace. If you kill me, wouldn't you be afraid of not being able to leave Fengtian? City?"

When the little prince said these words, he was extremely aggrieved.

His little prince, as a peerless Tianjiao on the third floor of the Immortal Venerable, had to be threatened by the imperial palace because he was made by an immortal king.

What a shame is this?

What made him even more annoyed was that even though he was already injured, Wang Fan didn't even dare to approach him and didn't give him a chance.

This makes him very unwilling.

You know, although he was injured, the actual injury was far less serious than it seemed on the surface.

As long as Wang Fan dared to relax his vigilance and get within ten feet of him, he would be 80% sure that he would turn defeat into victory and kill Wang Fan in one fell swoop.

It's just that Wang Fan was too careful, he was a little too careful, and he didn't give him a chance at all.

"The site of the Royal Palace? So what? Do you think someone will come to rescue you from the Royal Palace?"

Wang Fan sneered. He didn't hesitate at all, and soon he had gathered momentum and cut out the fifth form of the Excalibur.

The dazzling sword light cut through the void, like a sword of god, curling toward the little prince.

The little prince felt this scene, his face really changed, becoming extremely pale.

At this moment, he clearly felt the breath of death.

He couldn't stop this sword at all, as long as it fell, he would die.

"no no!!!"

The little prince mobilized Xianyuan all over and screamed unwillingly.

But what's the use?

That sword soon fell from the sky and slashed towards his body.

However, when the little prince was about to be beheaded, Wang Fan's expression suddenly changed and he suddenly began to retreat.

At the same time, there was a loud bang, and that terrifying sword was grabbed by the palm of his hand and crushed directly.

I saw that a middle-aged man wearing a golden embroidered dragon robe had appeared in front of the little prince like a ghost.

This middle-aged man, holding a folding fan, stared at Wang Fan coldly, his eyes full of killing intent.

"Bold! You dare to make trouble in my Royal Mansion and kill my Royal Mansion Tianjiao. You are so brave."

The middle-aged man stared at Wang Fan coldly. With just a sound of anger, Wang Fan felt countless sonic attacks.

The countless sound waves, like a sharp blade, rushed into his eardrum madly, causing his head to hum and his body to recede continuously.

terror!

It's horrible!

Such strength is definitely a powerful figure in the late stage of Xianzun.

Wang Fan secretly cried out bad, didn't Yan Lao go to the Royal Palace? In that case, how can someone come to rescue this little lord?

The little prince was shocked when he saw the middle-aged man, then he was overjoyed, "Uncle Three Wangs, you finally came, help me kill him, help me kill him."

At this moment, the little prince has completely lived up to the calmness and elegance of the previous banquet in Fengtianlou, and his face is extremely hideous.

Wang Fan abused him so miserably that even his love almost fell. If he didn't kill Wang Fan, how could he raise his head in the future?

The middle-aged man glanced at the little prince, nodded, then looked at Wang Fan and slowly stretched out his hand.