Super King of Soldiers in the City

The monk's voice fell, and a noisy sound suddenly sounded on the scene again, and almost half of the monks' faces became ugly.

This kind of rule is really cruel, it is simply forcing the opponent to die.

After all, by killing an opponent, you can get all of the opponent's value, and you can also eliminate the opponent.

If it is just a victory, it means that not only will you get less points, but the opponent may not even be eliminated.

Listening to the introduction of this rule, Wang Fan couldn't help frowning secretly.

Although he knows that Bidou is inevitable, death and injury are inevitable, but once such rules come out, you can imagine how **** the game will be later.

At the same time, Wang Fan was also observing the monk on the high platform.

He had already learned from the whispers of the people around him that this person was the weakest immortal emperor's level, and Yong Wudao was his best goal.

It's just that Wang Fan still needs to seriously consider **** Yu Wudao and **** him.

"Okay, since everyone already knows the rules, I won't say much. Now I start to roll the names, and the nine people I got on the battlefield will take up the challenge. Until the top 100 is decided."

Yong Wudao didn't give everyone time to think, and after finishing speaking, he immediately started the roll call.

Obviously, the Yong family is just to recruit geniuses, or to recruit the strong. There are no rules at all, just simple, direct and quick.

Therefore, there is no such thing as the first round and the second round, just wait for the top 100 to be produced.

"Zhang Zhaoyuan, Platform 1."

"Xing Ruyu, Platform 2."

"Yunfeng, platform 3."

Accompanied by Yong Wudao's voice, soon nine monks were spotted and flew onto the battle platform.

Seeing that the nine monks have all come on stage, Yong Wudao is not talking nonsense, and directly announces, "Now, the game begins."

When the words fell, he waved his right hand, and a huge stone stele appeared not far away.

At the top center of the stele, the word ranking is written, but the bottom is empty.

Obviously, the name will only be displayed on the top only if the points get a certain level, or the point ranking reaches a certain level.

After the cultivator threw the stone tablet, he did not introduce the function of the stone tablet, so he stepped away from the high platform, and also took out a golden chair and sat in the void.

But the scene fell into a weird silence.

For a time, there was no cultivator on stage to challenge.

Some people who knew the nine people on the battlefield did not dare to challenge them at all.

Because they all know that the strength of these nine people is very strong, it is not so easy to deal with at all.

Those who don't know the cultivators on the battle platform don't want to challenge them so quickly.

Because the earlier you challenge, the sooner you are likely to be eliminated, it is better to challenge later.

Of course, despite this, everyone knows that this silence is only short-lived, and soon, fierce battles will begin.

Seeing that there was no cultivator on the stage to challenge, Wang Fan couldn't help but frown, and his figure flashed directly before appearing on the No. 1 battle platform.

His purpose here is not to join the Yong family, but to get close to the Yong Wudao, and then take the opportunity to kill the opponent.

And if you want to get close to Yongwudao and get reused, you must show enough strength.

Otherwise, how could Yong Wudao look at him?

Once Yong Wudao looks down on him, he will not be able to get close to Yong Wudao. Then, it will be even more difficult to kill Yong Wudao.

"it is good!"

"Friends of Taoism are mighty!"

"Kill! Kill him!"

With Wang Fan's on stage, the atmosphere instantly became hot.

One after another screams came out, which immediately detonated the scene.

Zhang Zhaoyuan on stage 1 was a black-faced male cultivator on the top of the ninth floor of the Immortal Venerable.

His magic weapon is a long fiery red sword, just standing there, it gives people an extremely violent feeling.

If it is an ordinary monk, I am afraid that just facing his aura, he will be afraid, and will not be able to produce the slightest fighting spirit.

Zhang Zhaoyuan suddenly became angry when he saw Wang Fan actually take the stage and was the first to challenge him.

After all, the nine battle platforms are currently empty. Wang Fan is not going to challenge others, but to challenge him. What does this mean?

With anger, Zhang Zhaoyuan stared at Wang Fan coldly, "You ants are so bold. You dare to challenge me first. You will soon regret your decision."

Zhang Zhaoyuan said coldly, the realm of Immortal Venerable has diffused, covering Wang Fan directly.

At the same time, the fiery red long knife in his hand had already been sacrificed, rolling up a sea of ​​fiery red knives, and killing Wang Fan overwhelmingly.

Listening to Zhang Zhaoyuan's words, Wang Fan couldn't help but sneer after seeing his shots.

He really didn't understand why this guy dared to be so confident.

In the face of Zhang Zhaoyuan's violent attack, if Wang Fan is willing, he can easily defeat the opponent's offensive with a single sword, and then behead the opponent.

However, Wang Fan didn't do that.

One is that he doesn't want to be too enchanting, and the other is that he has no grievances with this Zhaoyuan, and has never thought of killing each other.

Seeing that the fiery red sea of ​​knives was about to engulf Wang Fan, Wang Fan did not continue to idle, but directly shot.

He raised the Primordial Divine Sword in his hand, curled up sword flowers, and slashed towards the sea of ​​swords.

Boom boom boom!

Accompanied by a few loud and deafening noises, everyone only saw the sword light passing by, and then the sea of ​​swords was actually divided into several pieces.

While Wang Fan took advantage of the time when the sea of ​​knives was split, his body flickered, and he killed Zhang Zhaoyuan directly.

Zhang Zhaoyuan saw Wang Fan split his sea of ​​swords in such a green pine, and instantly realized that Wang Fan was not as simple as he thought, and was not even weaker than him at all.

Therefore, he did not dare to be careless at all, but raised the knife again and slashed towards Wang Fan.

Boom boom boom!

The harsh roar sounded, and the violent Xianyuan continued to explode, and the two quickly fought against each other ten moves.

For a time, the battle platform was completely shrouded in the shadow of the sword, light and sword, and the roaring sound was endless and extremely fierce.

Zhang Zhaoyuan felt the power of Wang Fan's move, and was even more shocked.

He obviously underestimated Wang Fan again, and he didn't even expect that he would encounter a tough situation in his first battle.

At the same time, Wang Fan felt that it was almost too, so at the moment when the eleventh sword was cut out, he defeated Zhang Zhaoyuan's offensive, and the tip of the sword fell on his shoulder.

laugh!

The blood mist splashed, Zhang Zhaoyuan's face couldn't help whitening, and then Wang Fan was picked up and flew out and fell directly off the battle platform.

"His... so strong!"

"Okay, wonderful!"

"Zhang Zhaoyuan, he was defeated?"

Seeing Zhang Zhaoyuan who was picked to fly out of the battlefield, there was another exclamation on the scene.

Especially those monks who knew Zhang Zhaoyuan were shocked.

At the same time, a fierce battle has begun on the other eight battle platforms.

Even two of the battlefields have already been divided, but the loser has been killed.

Wang Fan glanced at the two cultivators who had been killed, and sighed in his heart.

Those two were also strong in the late stage of Xianzun, how difficult it was, but they died here.

Whoosh!

Just as Wang Fan was thinking about this, a sound of breaking wind sounded, and then another monk appeared on the battle platform.