Super King of Soldiers in the City

Similarly, with the passage of three days and the killing of countless monks, the entire Tingfeng Square was filled with a strong aura of killing.

Even those who are unstable in Taoism, those who are not firm in mind, just feel the killing aura, they will feel fear from the bottom of their hearts.

Standing in a corner somewhere, Wang Fan felt the **** smell and murderous aura permeating Tingfeng Square, his expression was extremely calm.

After three days, he only played once, and after coming down, he never went up again.

Similarly, as the battle continued, more and more dark horses and strong men emerged, and naturally fewer people paid attention to Wang Fan.

As for the ranking, Wang Fan is no longer the first, but ranked more than three hundred.

On that stone tablet, only the top five hundred were recorded, and Wang Fan's position of more than three hundred could be said to be the most inconspicuous, not even the monks at the bottom of the ranking.

The battle is still going on, and it has not stopped because of the decrease in the number of registered monks.

And the battle has become more and more fierce, almost every battle down, someone will fall.

Because at this time of the battle, many cultivators have similar strengths, and if they want to defeat their opponents, they must do their best.

When there were more than 10,000 monks and only about 5,000 remained, Wang Fan's ranking had reached the end.

As for the first place, the points have reached 1239 points, far ahead of the second place by more than nine hundred points.

Wang Fan knew that he couldn't wait any longer. If he kept waiting, the fame he had accumulated on the first day would be completely lost.

He must show his strength again and attract the attention of those immortal emperors of the Yong family, especially Yong Wudao, before he can proceed with the next plan smoothly.

Therefore, when the battle on Battle Platform 1 ended again, Wang Fan didn't hesitate, and rushed onto the battle platform.

But seeing Wang Fan rushing to the battle platform and watching the cultivators below, many people were shocked at first, and then became excited.

"Senior Brother Wang Fan finally made another move."

"Three days have passed, and Senior Brother Wang Fan only made one shot. The ranking has changed from the first one at the beginning to the last one now. I thought he had given up."

"Senior Brother Wang Fan, come on and kill him!"

Although Wang Fan's low profile has been forgotten by many monks, many monks still remember him.

Seeing him reappearing on the No. 1 battle platform, some excited voices soon sounded at the scene.

On the high platform, the gazes of the immortal emperors of the Yong family also fell on Wang Fan, seemingly looking forward to his performance.

Wang Fan's opponent was a face-lift monk holding a spear.

This monk's battle Wang Fan has seen, he belongs to the kind of extremely strong and cruel.

Especially his spear skills have almost become superb. Those monks who oppose him, few can survive.

"Wang Fan? More than two hundred points? It seems that you are not easy! I didn't even want to kill you, but your score is so high, even higher than mine, so I'm sorry."

The skinny monk looked at Wang Fan, but smiled coldly, then raised his spear and killed Wang Fan.

The spear lights rolled up to form a big net, which crazily shrouded Wang Fan and pushed it horizontally. The gun net penetrated the air and made a sneer.

In this way, as long as the gun net fell on Wang Fan, Wang Fan would definitely be beheaded by that powerful killing force.

The face-lift monk was also very confident about his own blow.

He believed that Wang Fan was absolutely impossible to block his gun net, because this was his hole card.

Not to mention ordinary immortal monks, even if it is the evildoer on the immortal list, it is no easy task to stop them.

Because the entire battle platform had been blocked by the gun net horizontally, it was impossible for Wang Fan to cross the gun net and come to his side.

Therefore, Wang Fan now has only one choice, and that is to retreat continuously and then withdraw from the battlefield. Otherwise, he can only wait to die.

Wang Fan couldn't help sighing as he watched the faceless monk's unceremonious attack.

It is precisely because of this cruel competition system that people with low points want to kill those with high points, so as to get all of the opponent's value, so it is so bloody.

To put it bluntly, it's all caused by greed.

However, he did not speak, but sacrificed the Primordial Divine Sword and slashed into the spear net.

The immortal essence inside his body surged like a tide. This time, Wang Fan did not simply attack with the immortal essence, but displayed martial skills.

At the same time, this is also the first time he has performed martial arts since joining the war.

"God Slash!"

A low growl came from Wang Fan's mouth, and the Primordial Divine Sword tore a sword light in mid-air, and directly slashed at the opponent's gun net.

"I can't help it!" Seeing this scene, the face-lifting monk sneered disdainfully, and at the same time, he was even more crazy to encourage Xian Yuan to activate the gun net.

Boom boom boom!

The bursting sound rang frantically, deafening.

The dense sword beams smashed on the gun net, the gun net began to tremble crazily, and the sword beams shattered one by one.

"what-"

Watching this scene, many screams rang out from the audience.

Especially those who support Wang Fan, are simply unbelievable, and can't help but squeeze a cold sweat for Wang Fan.

On the high platform, Emperor Yong's family couldn't help but frown slightly.

Because they could all see that Wang Fan's martial arts was rubbish, it was **** to the extreme.

This kind of **** martial arts is simply impossible to release Wang Fan's true strength.

Wang Fan didn't care so much. In fact, he used only 30% of his power before.

Because if he used his full strength, even if he didn't use martial skills, it would be enough to easily kill this face-lifting monk.

Wang Fan didn't get discouraged, but raised his sword again and performed the Celestial Slash.

But this time, he didn't disperse his attacks, but slashed at one of the points for several consecutive swords.

Boom boom boom!

There was another series of terrifying sounds, and finally with a click, the gun net was broken.

"laugh!"

At the moment the gunnet broke, the face-slimming monk's complexion instantly turned pale, and then he spouted a mouthful of blood.

Wang Fan didn't give him time to breathe, but his figure flashed, appeared in front of him like a ghost, and kicked him in the chest.

Bang!

The thin-faced monk flew out and fell straight out of the battle platform.

Not dead, but already injured.

"Brother Wang Fan!"

"Brother Wang Fan!"

And this sudden reversal made the monks who were paying attention to Wang Fan at the scene couldn't help but stunned, and then went crazy again.

Brother Wang Fan, really is too strong.

The strong Yong family on the high platform couldn't help nodding to himself.

Although Wang Fan's martial arts are rubbish, Wang Fan's combat experience is very rich, and his shots are extremely decisive and precise. Actually knowing to attack a certain point continuously, and still able to do it.

You know, if it is an ordinary monk, even if he knows this method, it is absolutely impossible to hit so many points in a short time.

Because the faceless monk is not dead, he can control the gun net.

"This person is very good. The emperor is optimistic about him. If he can enter the top 100, the emperor will recruit him to guard him."

Yong Wudao watched this scene, couldn't help but stood up suddenly, and said quickly.

The other cultivators of the Yong family did not speak, even if they were optimistic about Wang Fan, but it was too early to say soliciting.

Because now Wang Fan is far away from the top 100, it's not too late when he enters the top 100.