Super King of Soldiers in the City

As soon as Wang Fan said this, the scene became quiet again.

Although this is a bit ridiculous, it is extremely vicious.

Mo Xian was not a member of Ning's Mansion, he was just like Wang Fan, but an invited goddess.

What qualifications does he have to let Wang Fan go?

Unless he is the master.

Of course, everyone just listened to this.

Although Mo Xian was already extremely powerful and ranked among the top 100 Tianjiao, it would be a joke to say that he could wipe out the Ning family and replace it.

It is no exaggeration to say that it is not much harder for the Ning family to shoot Mo Xian to death than to shoot an ant to death.

"You, you, a man with sharp teeth and a sharp mouth, dare to humiliate this emperor so much. The emperor will fight you today. Can you dare to fight?"

Mo Xian's face flushed red, but he couldn't find words to refute, and in a hurry, he could only say challenging words.

If it wasn't for Ningfu, if it wasn't for him to have scruples, he would have done it a long time ago, so how could he endure it like this?

"Challenge?" Wang Fan sneered: "What are you, you want to challenge Lao Tzu, do you have to accept it?"

"If all cats and dogs come to challenge Lao Tzu, wouldn't Lao Tzu do nothing and just accept the challenge every day?"

"Rugged man, really clumsy, even with your IQ, being able to cultivate the saint emperor is simply an insult to the saint emperor."

Wang Fan's words were still sharp, and he didn't give Mo Xian a chance at all.

Of course, his purpose is also very simple, that is to anger Mo Xian and let Mo Xian take the initiative.

In that way, he would have an excuse to kill the dog.

As for the challenge, he is not interested.

Challenge can't kill the opponent, who wants to waste that energy?

Seeing this scene, the hundreds of monks started to give Wang Fan a thumbs up in their hearts.

Niucha, really Niucha.

Knowing that he was not Mo Xian's opponent, he was still so provocative and forced the other party to shut up with such an excuse.

They are already silent for Mo Xian.

You said that you are free to provoke others, and now it's okay, you actually got yourself half to death.

Mo Xianrao's cultivation base had reached the Holy Emperor, and under Wang Fan's sharp words, his face was already flushed.

If you say that before, he provoked Wang Fan just to win a woman's favor.

So now, he really wanted to kill Wang Fan.

Seeing Mo Xian's face flushed, Wang Fan didn't dare to do it. He sneered, and was too lazy to talk nonsense, and turned around.

He doesn't want to stay here anymore, it's boring.

Seeing Wang Fan about to leave, Mo Xian didn't stop him, nor did he stop him. It was embarrassing.

If so, let Wang Fan leave like this, what was the reason for that day, and what was his majesty?

At this moment, the Ning family's mean daughter suddenly transmitted to him: "Senior Brother Mo, even if you do it, I will be responsible if something goes wrong."

When Mo Xian heard this, he was overjoyed and settled in his heart.

"Funner, die!"

He shouted angrily, no longer concealing his anger and killing intent, his figure immediately vacated, Shen Yuan ran away, and he had already killed Wang Fan.

As a monk on the second floor of the Holy Emperor, Mo Xian's speed is naturally extremely fast.

In just a short time, he has appeared behind Wang Fan like a bolt of lightning.

The terrifying coercion exuded from his body, and many arrogances on the scene felt uncomfortable.

Only then did those Tianjiao realize that Mo Xian hadn't tried his best before on the challenge stage.

Such strength, such coercion, can be called horror.

"So strong!"

"This guy actually hides his strength?"

"That kid, I'm afraid it will be over."

"Hey, he deserves it too. As a weak person, he doesn't even have the consciousness of a weak person. He died in vain."

"The fifth floor of the emperor will be able to enter the top 100, hey, what a pity."

After a brief shock, the monks all began to talk.

As for helping Wang Fan, it was naturally impossible.

Let alone whether they have the strength to save Wang Fan, the most important thing is that they don't know Wang Fan.

Under this circumstance, no one would offend Mo Xian, the Tianjiao on the second floor of the Holy Emperor, for Wang Fan.

At this moment, there was a touch of excitement and resentment on the face of Na Ning's mean lady.

Die.

Die.

If you dare to tease her, you deserve it if you die.

And the one who was relatively gentle and kind, worries emerged in his eyes.

She wanted to stop it, but her strength was not enough.

She wanted to inform her elders, but it was too late.

Wang Fan was still walking forward with Yao Ling'er, the two of them were unhappy, and they didn't have any defense at all.

Even if Mo Xian had already started, even if he had already killed them in front of them, neither of them had any reaction at all.

It seemed that he hadn't reacted, and it seemed that he didn't expect Mo Xian to dare to do it.

Seeing this scene, the sighs of the surrounding arrogances became even louder.

Reckless!

There was also a hideous look in Mo Xian's eyes, and a machete appeared in his hand in the next second.

The machete pierced the sky and set off a crack. In the next second, thousands of waves of knives turned into one, seemingly condensed for one point, and bombarded Wang Fan frantically.

This blow was extremely powerful.

Obviously a relatively advanced martial art.

Obviously, Mo Xian didn't intend to waste time at all, and planned to kill Wang Fan with Thunder to wash away the shame.

As the scimitar passed, the air burst, and in a flash, it was already approaching Wang Fan's head.

Fast, it is too fast.

Some of the weak at the scene, even the mental power cannot be captured.

However, at this moment, Wang Fan moved.

I saw him suddenly turning his head, sticking out his right hand.

The next second, with a ding sound, **** caught the scimitar.

Mo Xian's face changed slightly, and he was about to move, but Wang Fan was already thunderous, and his right leg threw out like a whip, kicking him in the chest.

Bang!

At this moment, Mo Xian was unavoidable and was kicked sturdily.

There was a cracking sound of bone fracture, and a few mouthfuls of blood spewed out from his mouth. The next second, he flew back.

There was a boom.

The table he was at was smashed into a mess, and the delicious food was spilled all over.

This scene also happened extremely fast.

Many people did not react to the scene.

For a moment, time seemed to stop, and everyone's brains were blank.

"How can this be?"

"Just now, what happened?"

"He, did he use **** to clamp Mo Xian's scimitar?"

Shocking, sluggish, incredible.

The fifth floor of the great emperor counterattacked the second floor of the holy emperor. This was an extremely incredible thing.

Wang Fan was able to crush Mo Xian strongly, which is even more incredible.

You know, Mo Xian is not an ordinary second-tier Saint Emperor, but a second-tier Saint Emperor Tianjiao who can challenge more.

The two Ning's daughters were also stunned.

Especially that mean woman couldn't help covering her red lips, looking at Wang Fan with dull eyes, she couldn't believe this scene at all.

Wang Fan looked at Mo Xian and said lightly:

"To say that you are **** is an insult to rubbish. The second floor of the Holy Emperor is so vulnerable. How did you cultivate such a **** to the Holy Emperor? You want to let me go, do you deserve it?"