Super King of Soldiers in the City

"You are not my opponent. You will lose this match against me. If you don't want to die, I advise you to admit defeat and step down. To be able to win 88 matches is enough for you."

"Otherwise, if you let me make a move, I only need to dodge the first move, and what awaits you will be death. Believe me, if my sword is used, you will not have a way to survive."

After the sword cultivator stepped onto the stage, he didn't act immediately. Instead, he held the sword in one hand and carried the other hand behind his back, looking at Wang Fan and said lightly.

His voice was extremely confident, as if he was stating the facts, which made everyone feel convinced.

Coupled with the stern swordsmanship on his body, it made it difficult for people to doubt his words at all.

"I think what he said is right. It is true. If this Wang Fan can't kill him with one move, he will almost certainly die."

"That's right, I know this sword cultivator. He is extremely outstanding and his strength is also extremely strong. In the face of him, let alone the peak of the Holy Emperor, even if he is in the early stage of the Yellow Realm God, he may not be an opponent."

"I really don't know, in the face of this sword cultivator, whether Wang Fan would dare to fight, and whether he can continue to win."

The cultivators below naturally heard the words of the sword cultivator, and for a while, they couldn't help but whisper.

Even those big men showed interest.

Hearing this, Anuo looked at Jianxiu's confident expression again, and couldn't help clenching his fists, sweating for Wang Fan in his heart.

She also didn't know whether Wang Fan could beat this sword repairer, but she was still very worried about Wang Fan.

In fact, from her point of view, Wang Fan's ability to get to this point is already quite evil and not easy.

She had never seen such a monstrous monk.

Somewhere in the crowd, the **** and enchanting Murong Xuan also looked at Wang Fan with her beautiful eyes, and the corners of her **** mouth curved slightly.

She also wanted to see if Wang Fan dared to continue fighting, and whether he could defeat this sword cultivator.

Because she knew this Jianxiu, and she even recruited each other, but she was rejected.

The peak powerhouses of the Holy Emperor Building in the town hall of the Holy Emperor Building can naturally choose to join the force, but once they do that, they will no longer have the qualifications to guard the Holy Emperor Building and become the challenged, and they will no longer be eligible to be challenged. Enjoy the treatment you deserve.

Wang Fan looked at the sword cultivator, a sarcastic expression appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said disdainfully, "Oh, is that so? You are so confident? Since that's the case, then I'll give you a chance to use the sword first, and see if you have any. You can't kill me."

He was also sneering when he said this.

He even wanted to use this method to make him feel fearful and even admit defeat.

Simply ridiculous.

From Wang Fan's point of view, this guy is a big idiot, a complete idiot.

He didn't even make it to the top 100 list, and he didn't even know his strength, and he dared to speak so wildly. It was ridiculous.

"You don't admit defeat? Do you want me to use the sword first?" When Jianxiu heard Wang Fan's words, he couldn't help but raise his brows slightly. He obviously didn't expect that Wang Fan not only refused to admit defeat, but let him take the lead.

Wang Fan said impatiently: "Nonsense, what are you, what qualifications do you have for me to admit defeat? Stop talking nonsense, hurry up. Let you, the frog at the bottom of the well, see how high the sky is."

Wang Fan's voice was extremely arrogant, and he didn't pay attention to this sword cultivator at all.

"You are courting death."

When Jian Xiu heard this, he was immediately a little angry.

The joy when he heard Wang Fan let him go first was swept away, replaced by uncontrollable anger.

To be honest, apart from those top 100 evildoers, he has never put anyone else in his eyes.

And this Wang Fan in front of him dared to look down on him so much, how could he accept this.

The monks watching the battle below were also in an uproar after hearing this. They only felt that Wang Fan was really crazy.

This bastard, do you know what fear is? Do you know what fear is?

How could he dare to provoke a powerful sword cultivator of the same realm?

Just as they were shocked, the sword cultivator moved.

His speed was extremely fast, and only hearing a swooshing sound, this man was already like a sword, rushing towards Wang Fan and killing him.

Almost at the moment of approaching Wang Fan, the sword in his hand had already been pierced, and a sword light cut through the space, setting off a terrifying killing intent, and bombarded Wang Fan.

Wang Fan looked at the sword cultivator who was rushing towards him, and the corners of his mouth raised a trace of disdain. He also did not retreat in the slightest. In the stunned eyes of everyone, he also followed.

Boom.

Hearing a loud noise, the next moment, the sword light that filled the sky was already under Wang Fan's punch, all smashed into powder.

Then, Wang Fan's fist was already printed on the sword cultivator's chest.

puff.

That Jianxiu suffered a heavy blow, and in an instant he only felt five thunders hit the top.

His whole body shot back like a cannonball, his face was terrified, and he slammed on the battle platform, his face as pale as earth.

Wang Fan fell to the ground, looked at the sword repairer, and said with a smile, "Do you still think that you can kill me? I really don't know where you got your confidence."

When Jianxiu heard this, his heart felt like a needle, and his face was ugly.

He originally planned to use his inner tactics, but who knew that in the face of a pervert like Wang Fan, it was useless, and instead suffered humiliation.

However, as a strong person trained strictly, this sword cultivator has a strong mental quality.

He didn't say much, but got up in embarrassment and limped away from the battlefield.

Eighty-eighth, win!

There was silence at first, followed by cheers.

Wang Fan has already ushered in the eighty-ninth opponent.

The old man who guarded the Holy Emperor Building watched this scene, and the old face was also unable to hide the shock.

He took out the communication beads and quickly sent a message.

In his opinion, Wang Fan is almost qualified to challenge the monster Zhou Wu on the top 100 list.

According to this situation, Wang Fan won 100 games, which is basically a foregone conclusion.

Therefore, he notified Zhou Wu in advance.

At the same time, in a magnificent mansion, a thin young man was cultivating.

At a certain moment, he suddenly opened his eyes and took out the communication beads.

When he saw the content on the communication bead, his expression changed involuntarily, and then there was a trace of disdain in his eyes.

"Someone actually won eighty-eight games, and it's very likely that he has won a hundred games in a row, and qualified to challenge me? Interesting. I really don't know, which junior is this, and where is the evildoer."

"However, if you think that winning a hundred games means you can defeat the evildoers on the top 100 list, that's too simplistic. The evildoers on the top 100 list are not comparable to those who guard the Shengdi Building."

"Don't say that I, Zhou Wu, is the 79th on the top 100 list. I'm not a weak person. Even if it is the 100th place at the end of the crane, it's definitely not something you can compare with."

Zhou Wu murmured, a fierce light appeared in his eyes.

He has always been domineering, and there is no room for sand in his eyes.

Therefore, he has made a decision, as long as that person can hit him, he will kill him mercilessly.