Super King of Soldiers in the City

"This? What a domineering force!"

"He is really a disciple of the Qiongyuan, and only has the third floor of the Immortal Emperor?"

"So strong!"

There was a brief silence, and countless voices came from the disciples of the Holy Palace in the audience, and their eyes looked at Wang Fan differently.

In their imagination, Wang Fan should be defeated strongly by Yunyang, but now?

With just one punch, Wang Fan stunned Yunyang.

This contrast is too big.

The disciples of the Sword Academy were even more ugly and extremely gloomy.

They came here to cheer for Yunyang, and they want to see Yunyang show dazzling talent and strength, shock everyone, and at the same time promote the power of their sword academy.

But now, Yunyang not only failed Yang Wei, but also lost the adult.

This shame is a bit big.

Wang Fan didn't care so much. He looked at Yunyang who had fallen into a coma on the stage with disappointment, and then turned his eyes to Liu Yidao, who was also shocked off the stage.

"Come on, it's your turn."

The understatement sounded once again evoked a shock on the scene.

mad!

It's crazy!

No one has ever seen such an arrogant Immortal Emperor's third floor.

He even looked at an eighth-layer immortal emperor and said, "Come on, it's your turn, why is it provocative?"

If Wang Fan had said this before defeating Yunyang, those Sacred Palace disciples would surely ridicule a few words.

But now, they are holding back, even though they still don't think that Wang Fan can defeat Liu Yidao.

After all, Liu Yidao is not Yunyang, he is a powerhouse on the seventh floor of the Immortal Emperor, and he is also an extremely outstanding figure of Tianjiao. The cultivation level gap is too big, and it is not so easy to make up.

"Whoo!"

Liu Yidao looked gloomy when he heard Wang Fan's words, but he didn't talk nonsense.

With a flash of his figure, the whole person rushed directly onto the battlefield like a domineering knife.

There was a roar from the battle platform, and Liu Yidao steadily landed in front of Wang Fan.

His eyes scanned Wang Fan coldly, his sharp gaze, like a blade, collided with Wang Fan's eyes, and it seemed to have sparked in the air.

Wang Fan didn't care about those, a smile suddenly appeared on his face, and then he clasped his fists: "Wang Fan, the third floor of the Immortal Emperor, please enlighten me."

When everyone heard this, the corners of their mouths twitched, and they couldn't help being a little speechless.

Liu Yidao's face turned black, but despite this, he still clenched his teeth and clasped his fists: "Liu Yidao, Immortal Emperor Seventh Floor!"

When the words fell, he didn't give Wang Fan any chance, his figure flashed, and he directly killed Wang Fan.

When the person is in the air, the long knife in his hand is out of its sheath.

A wave of blades tore through the void, set off a boundless power, and slashed towards Wang Fan frantically.

The void exploded, the sword intent swept across the sky, and the space was torn into cracks.

Liu Yidao's speed is very fast, and his sword is extremely domineering.

Just that momentum can tear the will of countless people.

Wang Fan's expression remained unchanged. The moment Liu made a shot, the soles of his feet slammed on the ground.

There was a loud bang from the battle platform, and then everyone saw that Wang Fan flew directly, as before, and rushed towards Liu with a very fast speed.

"court death!"

"idiot!"

Seeing this scene, someone shook his head and couldn't help but scolded.

Is it really Yunyang? Wang Fan hadn't paid much attention to Liu Yidao.

You know, Liu Yidao's sword is countless times more domineering than Yunyang's sword, and his cultivation base is also higher than Yunyang's, so the power of this sword is definitely not comparable to the previous Yunyang sword.

The third-tier cultivation base of the immortal emperor in Wangfan district wanted to use such a rough method to tear the wave of the willow knife. How could this be possible? It's just idiotic dreams.

Boom!

With a loud explosion, Wang Fan's body exploded into the waves of the knife.

At this moment, his body seemed to have become the hardest magic weapon, and countless waves of knives tore through his body, making a deafening roar.

However, Wang Fan was not killed, let alone torn apart. With a powerful body, he smashed many waves of swords forcibly.

However, it failed to penetrate the countless waves of swords completely like the last time Yunyang was defeated, and rushed to Liu Yidao's body.

When Liu Yidao saw this scene, his face was even more ugly: "Looking for death!"

He yelled, and then cut it down with a single knife, still overbearing.

Wang Fan's face changed, and his figure vacated again.

At this moment, everyone clearly saw that he was covered with a layer of black armor.

That is not the armor of the gods, but a real magic armor.

On the armor, there was a strong jet black light, giving people an extremely strange feeling.

Wang Fan's eyes also stared at Liu with an extremely solemn expression.

This Liu Yidao is indeed very strong. His sword is not only domineering, but also extremely powerful.

Even with Wang Fan's current strength, if relying on pure strength, I am afraid it would be difficult to tear his sword power.

Seeing that Liu Yidao's second knife was about to be cut down, Wang Fan didn't rush directly over this time, but disappeared in place with a flash of figure.

His figure was like a phantom, and he dodged Liu Yidao's second knife in an instant.

With a bang, Dao Mang stood on the ground with a horrible roar, and the gods burst wildly.

Wang Fan didn't pay attention to so much, but with a flash of figure, he appeared above Liu Yidao's head.

"You also take my punch!" A voice fell, and on Wang Fan's right fist, a dazzling golden light emerged again.

A general trend swept through his body, violent power poured into his right arm, Wang Fan's right hand fisted, and he slammed it down without any hesitation.

With a punch, the sky shook and the void was torn apart.

In a blink of an eye, the golden fist light tore a crack in the air, and madly swept to Liu.

Liu Yidao's expression was extremely ugly. He never thought that Wang Fan would be able to avoid his second attack.

However, seeing Wang Fan's bombardment, he didn't dare to be careless, swung his knife again, and slammed it over.

With a blast, the fist wind and the knife wave disappeared together.

Wang Fan's figure was like a **** of war, falling from a high altitude. At the same time, his fists continued to dance frantically, slashing towards the willow with one punch after another.

To deal with people like Liu Yidao, you must be fast, and you must be close. Otherwise, Wang Fan will suffer.

How rich Wang Fan's combat experience is, he naturally understands this truth.

Wang Fan fists like a dragon, and soon, the entire battle platform is filled with countless domineering and violent fist shadows.

Those fist shadows were like a violent storm, impervious to the wind, and slammed into the willow frantically.

Seeing this, Liu Yidao cut out more than a dozen knives in an instant.

However, his speed was still much worse than Wang Fan.

Finally, after Wang Fan's eighteenth punch fell, Liu Yidao was blasted away.

Liu Yidao's face was ugly, and he felt very depressed.

This kind of close combat is extremely detrimental to him, and he is really frustrated.

However, Wang Fan didn't care about his thoughts at all. Almost the moment he flew out, he had caught up with him like lightning, and then hit his chest with a foot.