Super King of Soldiers in the City

For a time, dozens of monks rushed to the top of the mountain, the momentum was extremely shocking.

It was an ancient sword, and it was very likely to be a half-emperor or even immortal emperor's level ancient sword.

No one is unwilling to get such a fetish.

Murong Chun of Xuantian Gate was the fastest, rushing to the forefront, and in just a moment, he rushed halfway up the mountain.

Feeling that there was really no previous huge pressure, and the burning of the hot flames, ecstasy appeared in his eyes, and he stepped out again, and fell directly in front of Wang Fan.

Murong Chun didn't look at Wang Fan at all, just slammed at Wang Fan with a palm of his hand, but he kept walking, and while taking a step forward, he reached out and grabbed the ancient sword.

However, just when his attack was about to fall on Wang Fan, suddenly, with a buzzing sound, a cloud of flame suddenly emerged from Wang Fan.

In just a moment, the terrifying flame formed a sea of ​​flames, directly wrapping Murong Chun.

"what!"

Murong Chun let out a scream, Xian Yuan inside his body was madly surging, trying to resist the terrifying flame.

However, it is useless at all.

In the sound of scoffing, his body was reduced to ashes just by breathing.

Unexpectedly, until this time, Wang Fan was still closing his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep, and had no intention of waking up.

The cultivators who rushed behind saw this scene, their pupils couldn't help but shrank, and suddenly stopped.

They looked at Wang Fan who was standing still in shock, then glanced at the place where Murong Chun had turned into ashes, their eyes filled with shock.

what 's wrong?

Could it be that Wang Fan has swallowed the flames of this volcano and possesses the power of this volcano?

Their hearts couldn't help but pounding, and for a while, they didn't even know whether they should continue to move forward or retreat.

Soon, a monk came back to his senses. He gritted his teeth, his figure flashed, and he rushed directly to the top of the mountain.

However, instead of attacking Wang Fan, he rushed directly to the ancient sword, stretched out his hand, and grabbed the ancient sword.

But Wang Fan, who was only one step away from him, had no reaction at all, as if he hadn't noticed it at all.

At the same time, there was no flame gushing out of Wang Fan's body.

Seeing this scene, everyone looked at that person's eyes and became envious.

Is it so easy?

If they had known this long ago, they would have rushed forward.

However, they just thought of this.

"what--"

The Tianjiao who reached for the ancient sword had already uttered a scream, and then his body exploded out of thin air, turning into blood mist.

Seeing this scene, the scene was silent for an instant, and everyone couldn't help staring their eyes wide, dumbfounded.

Here, what is going on?

Nobody knows.

"It seems that even without that terrifying flame, we can't take the ancient sword."

"Hey, it seems that we still have no chance with this ancient sword."

"Could it be that this ancient sword will only belong to Wang Fan?"

Everyone couldn't help sighing, they looked extremely unwilling.

Some Tianjiao knew that Wang Fan had taken the ancient sword and left unwillingly, while some people stayed behind.

After about half an hour, Wang Fan finally opened his eyes.

A strange color appeared in his eyes, then he took a step forward, stretched out his hand and grabbed the ancient sword.

Those Tianjiao who hadn't left had their eyes burning on Wang Fan, and they all wanted to know whether Wang Fan would be torn into pieces.

But soon they were disappointed.

When Wang Fan's palm touched the sword, the huge ancient sword had shrunk rapidly, and finally turned into more than two meters long, and was easily grasped by Wang Fan.

At the same time, the flame power in Wang Fan's body followed the hands holding the hilt, continuously entering the ancient sword.

At this moment, Wang Fan actually had a strange feeling.

It seemed that this ancient sword had become a part of his body.

At the same time, Wang Fan also knew the rank of this ancient sword.

Emperor-level middle-grade artifact.

Wang Fan seemed extremely shocked in his heart.

He didn't expect that the level of this ancient sword would reach the middle rank of the emperor rank.

You know, even a semi-emperor-level magical artifact, among the five major forces, can become the protector of the town. Even the five major forces may not be able to produce a half-emperor-level magic weapon.

As for the emperor-level middle-grade magical weapons, they are basically legendary items. Once they are taken out, even the five major forces will definitely kill the world and fight for bloodshed.

However, despite the excitement in his heart, Wang Fan didn't show it on his face. Instead, he couldn't help but frowned slightly, showing a look of doubt and invisible ancient sword rank.

As the saying goes that everyone is not guilty, Wang Fan does not want to cause another catastrophe because of the ancient sword.

Holding the ancient sword, Wang Fan soon walked down the volcano and came to the enchanting woman.

"Sister, let's go first."

He said to the enchanting woman, planning to explain to the enchanting woman again after leaving here.

After all, he is now equivalent to refining the ancient sword, even if it is to give the ancient sword to the enchanting woman, it doesn't make much sense at all.

Because the ancient sword is in the hands of enchanting women, it can't exert much power at all, even if the enchanting women want to refine it, it is impossible.

The enchanting woman didn't ask more, but nodded.

"Wang Fan, do you want to leave like this?"

However, just when Wang Fan and the other two were about to leave, a cold voice came abruptly.

After that, swish, five figures had already stopped in front of Wang Fan.

Wang Fan looked up and found that it was Yu Qingtian from the Royal Palace who had spoken before.

The other four were obviously not from the Imperial Palace, but from the Chu Dynasty or the Dark Alliance.

Wang Fan looked at Yu Qingtian with a mocking look in his eyes, and said, "Why, can't I leave?"

Yu Qingtian sneered, "Everyone came for the ancient sword, and there are many forces and disciples who died tragically. Is it possible that you just want to swallow the ancient sword like this? You have to go, you can, but the ancient sword must stay."

Accompanied by his voice, a few more monks stood up without leaving a trace and surrounded Wang Fan faintly.

Obviously, they are also very coveted for this ancient sword, and they don't want to just give up.

Previously, because the ancient sword was inserted on the volcano, they could not take it away.

But now, since it has been taken down by Wang Fan, it shows that there should be no danger.

At first, everyone thought that after they said these things, Wang Fan would definitely be unable to stand it and go to war directly. Moreover, they are also ready for the war.

But to everyone's expectations, Wang Fan nodded, "Gu Jian stayed? Okay, let's give it to you."

With that said, he actually threw the ancient sword at Yu Qingtian.

When Yu Qingtian saw this scene, he couldn't help but feel a little stunned, as if he had never expected that Wang Fan would cooperate in this way.

But soon he recovered, a touch of ecstasy appeared in his eyes, and he reached out to catch the ancient sword.

However, when the ancient sword was grasped by him, all of a sudden, a wave of terrifying sword aura radiated from the ancient sword, blasting towards Yu Qingtian's body at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi.

In just an instant, Yu Qingtian's body seemed to have become a sieve, torn into countless pieces, turning into debris.

Seeing this scene, everyone couldn't help but gasp.

Wang Fan grabbed the ancient sword back and looked at the others with a smile, "Now, does anyone want this sword?"

The audience was silent, no one dared to answer.