Super King of Soldiers in the City

The disciples around the Saint Palace saw Wang Fan and his party walking towards the polemic platform, and they followed without any hesitation.

Although they all knew that Wang Fan challenged Yunyang, Liu Yidao and others, it was self-inflicted, and the ending had already been doomed, but they had nothing to do and they didn't mind going to see the excitement.

Of course, they were also very upset with Wang Fan's arrogant behavior, so they wanted to see Wang Fan's expression after being humiliated.

Soon, Wang Fan followed many Sacred Palace disciples behind him, vast and mighty, looking quite shocked.

On the way, many unsuspecting disciples saw this scene, and when they were curious, they all followed.

Suddenly, there were even more disciples of the Holy Palace after Wang Fan.

In addition, one pass to ten, ten passes to one hundred, and the Sacred Palace disciples call friends and call friends to watch the excitement. Therefore, when Wang Fan and Yunyang boarded the debate platform, the number of Sacred Palace disciples who were watching the battle under the stage had already surpassed Thousands of people.

When Wang Fan saw this scene, he was quite speechless.

Sacred Palace disciples, are they all so idle?

Of course, he thought so in his heart, but he didn't say much.

When Yunyang saw the mighty Sacred Palace disciple in the audience, there was a hint of pride in his heart, and he looked quite proud.

He raised his head to look at Wang Fan, his eyes contemptuous, high up: "You, are you ready?"

The simple six words are full of incomparable confidence and domineering.

That expression is like looking at an ant, an ant that can be pinched to death with one hand, not an opponent of the same level.

"Senior Brother Yunyang, defeat him!"

"Brother Yunyang, we must win!"

"Hmph, the third floor of the mere immortal emperor, even daring to provoke Tianjiao of our sword academy, it's almost dead!"

In the audience, many Jianyuan disciples were cheering for Yunyang one after another, making their voices loud and loud.

On Wang Fan's side, he was going to look much shabby, even if there wasn't even a person to cheer for him.

No way, who will let Qiongyuan have fewer disciples.

Of course, Wang Fan didn't care about this either. He looked at Yunyang and said lightly: "This sentence should be me asking you. Are you ready?"

His tone was equally confident, but it fell in the ears of everyone, and it seemed a bit arrogant.

I really don't know, there is only Wang Fan on the third floor of the Immortal Emperor, and Wang Fan who is still a waste of firewood in the dome. Where does this come from? But soon, he shouldn't be arrogant anymore, right?

Many people gnash their teeth, but how does Wang Fan care about them?

Suddenly he arched his hand and said loudly: "Qingyuan Wang Fan, the third floor of the Immortal Emperor, please enlighten me."

The fall of a word directly made Yunyang's expression ugly.

He naturally knew what Wang Fan meant.

Wang Fan was deliberately asking him to report his realm to embarrass him.

But despite this, he couldn't lose his courtesy, and he could only grit his teeth in return: "Sword Academy Yunyang, the fifth floor of Immortal Emperor, please enlighten me."

When the words fell, he grabbed his right hand and a long sword suddenly appeared in his hand.

In an instant, his temperament suddenly changed.

His whole person is like a peerless sword, becoming extremely sharp.

At the same time, as the long sword started, an extremely powerful sword intent emerged from him, and in an instant, the sword was powerful.

In the heavens and the earth, sword intents rolled towards him and surrounded him, making his whole person look extremely dazzling.

"To defeat you, you only need a sword!" An indifferent voice came from Yunyang's mouth, and the long sword in his hand danced and rolled directly towards Wang Fan.

In an instant, the sword light fell into the sky, and countless sword lights crazily covered Wang Fan, like a sword curtain.

The people watching the battle below only felt a sharp sword intent enveloping them, as if they were about to pierce their bodies.

Some people with weaker cultivation bases couldn't help but closed their eyes.

When Wang Fan saw this scene, his expression became serious.

No wonder this Yunyang is so arrogant, he really has a bit of strength, and his kendo talent is also excellent.

If he uses a sword, he can naturally defeat Yunyang.

However, because Wang Fan was a disciple of Qiongyuan, he was self-proclaimed as his strength at Qiongyuan just now.

Therefore, he did not use swordsmanship.

The God Refining Art ran wildly in an instant, and the spirit within his body roared and ran away.

In an instant, Wang Fan's whole person was shrouded in golden light curtains, and an incomparable violent power emerged from his body, and his whole person was like a **** of war, unshakable!

Wang Fan stepped forward, and the battle platform shook in an instant, his body rushed into the sword curtain, his fists danced, and he directly blasted past with his flesh fists.

"What is he doing, is he looking for death?"

"Using a physical body to fight against such a terrifying sword-intent killing power, your mind is flooded?"

Seeing this scene, everyone's heart trembled, and even many people couldn't help but close their eyes.

However, in a rumbling sound, the sharp sword light not only did not tear Wang Fan to pieces, but was blasted into nothingness by Wang Fan.

Wang Fan's golden body is still so dazzling, without stopping, he continues to rush towards Yunyang, his body is terrifying and powerful.

Upon seeing this scene, Yunyang's expression changed slightly, and the long sword in his hand trembled again, slashing out towards Wang Fan.

The sword light was like electricity, and it rolled towards Wang Fan in a flash.

This time, there was only one sword light, but that sword light was incredibly sharp and terrifying.

Fast, it's too fast!

The disciples of All Saints Palace in the audience even saw the sword light flashing, and then tore Wang Fan's body to pieces.

"Did you lose?"

"He is so unbearable?"

"Isn't this something that was expected? He is on the third floor of the Immortal Emperor, and he is still a waste of the Qiongyuan. Why can he compete with the Tianjiao of the Jianyuan?"

Everyone looked at Wang Fan's body torn by the sword light, and couldn't help making a sound again.

Although they had expected it, they were still a little disappointed.

But, soon, their voices stopped.

Because in their eyes, Wang Fan was torn to pieces, but there was no blood splashing out.

Obviously, that was not Wang Fan's real body, but just an afterimage.

Yunyang's face changed again, and soon he felt a breath of extreme danger.

Before he could stab the third sword, Yunyang didn't hesitate at all, his figure flashed and he wanted to retreat.

As a swordsman, he not only has extremely high kendo attainments, but his speed is naturally extremely fast.

However, his speed was much slower than Wang Fan.

His figure had just retreated, and a golden figure had already descended in front of him.

Yunyang saw a sneer at the corner of Wang Fan's mouth. The next moment, when his golden arm stretched out, Wang Fan's palm had already grabbed his right arm.

"You—" Yunyang saw this scene, his eyelids twitched, and he was about to say something, only to see Wang Fan's right fist hit his chest.

With a punch, the world seemed to be destroyed, the violent power surged over Yunyang, and everyone only heard a bang.

In the next second, with a scream of "Ah", Yunyang was blasted out.

With a bang, his body slammed on the battle platform, spurting blood, and he passed out in a coma.

Seeing this scene, everyone's hearts trembled, and their faces were deadly silent.

Tianjiao of the Sword Academy was defeated by Wang Fan with just one punch. What shame?