The Unrivaled Divine Emperor

From the first time he came on the court to winning six games in a row, Chen Fan has always acted calmly, making many people unable to see his depth.

At this moment, Ding Haipeng came on stage and threatened to kill Chen Fan. He was so murderous that everyone started to look forward to it.

Everyone who hangs out in the Martial Palace is naturally no stranger to Ding Sihai.

Although he is not as famous as Makino Xiao, who is on the local rankings, he is still relatively famous in the imperial city and has some popularity.

After all, Ding Haipeng was at the fourth level of Pengyuan Mansion Realm and had an extraordinary family background. He had a record of winning seven games in a row twice in the Martial Arts Palace.

Xue Sihai in the last game only had a record of winning seven games in a row.

It can be seen that Ding Haipeng is much stronger than Xue Sihai.

Now, when the two of them fight, it is unpredictable who will win and who will lose, which makes the blood in many people's bodies boil slightly.

Was it Ding Haipeng who killed Chen Fan with force?

Or did Chen Fan burst out with his true strength and kill Ding Haipeng?

At this time, everyone was waiting for Chen Fan's choice.

"very good!"

Hearing Ding Haipeng's murderous words, Chen Fan smiled, but his smile was very cold.

"In this case, I will accept your life!"

As soon as the words fell, a stone stirred up a thousand waves.

"You're looking for death!"

Hearing that Chen Fan actually called him a dog, Ding Haipeng became completely angry, and his face looked a little twisted and ferocious.

As soon as his Qigong exploded, the wind roared, strong winds were everywhere in the space, and there were explosions everywhere.

With a swish sound, Ding Haipeng's whole body was shot out like a trebuchet. The speed was so fast that it turned into an afterimage. Even the strong wind was left behind him.

His qigong was violently moving, the hair on his robes was flying, his energy was surging, and a golden mace appeared in his hand.

Boom!

He swung his arm, the golden mace shined brightly, and he suddenly smashed it down.

The air didn't even have time to escape, and everything was smashed and exploded, making a roaring sound, and the space shook violently.

"Die!"

Ding Haipeng shouted ferociously and showed no mercy, intending to smash Chen Fan into pieces with his mace to vent his hatred.

clang!

With the crisp sound of steel impacting, Ding Haipeng's mace was defeated by Chen Fan's scabbard. His body was stiffened by the force of the repulsion, and he was a little unable to regain his breath.

clang!

Chen Fan's expression was indifferent and cold, and he moved his arms again.

The scabbard hit the golden mace. Immediately, Ding Haipeng felt as if he was hit by a big mountain, and his whole body retreated uncontrollably.

With a clang, the golden mace fell directly to the ground.

clatter!

At this time, Chen Fan took a step forward, and his whole body qigong trembled, giving people a feeling of being overwhelmed by Mount Tai, as if a divine giant was coming to the world.

"die!"

A cold voice came from Chen Fan's mouth, and it was the sound of a sword being unsheathed.

The cold sword light refracted and reflected in Ding Haipeng's eyes, causing him to squint. His muscles tightened, his pores shrank, and his hairs stood on end. An aura of death enveloped him, as if he had been beaten. Entered the eighteenth level of hell.

laugh!

A subtle sound passed into Jean's eardrums, it was the sound of a sword cutting through the air.

At this moment, fear appeared in Ding Haipeng's eyes.

He saw a cold sword light cutting off his head, trying to take his life.

"not good!"

Ding Haipeng's face changed wildly, his body trembled repeatedly, and an air shield suddenly stood up in front of him.

With a hiss, his air shield had just stood up. When Chen Fan slashed it with his sword, the entire air shield was torn apart like paper, unable to stop him at all.

"Don't kill..."

Ding Haipeng yelled and wanted to retreat.

His golden mace was hit by Chen Fan just now and fell to the ground. His air shield was cut through again, and his whole body was exposed to the sword without any protection. It was a dead end.

Unfortunately, before he could say the word "I", the sword light had already passed through his face, like cutting through butter. After all, the whole person split into two halves, and his intestines and internal organs were scattered on the floor.

Quiet!

The entire Martial Arts Palace fell silent at this moment.

On this battlefield, Ding Haipeng, who had won seven games in a row twice, was killed by Chen Fan with three swords.

No one thought that this battle would end so quickly.

I thought that there would be a wonderful battle between Chen Fan and Ding Haipeng, but I never expected that Ding Haipeng would be killed with just three sword strikes.

"this......"

"Is this his strength?"

"Sword comes out and kills!"

"Ding Haipeng, killed with three swords!"

"The sword was finally unsheathed, but Ding Haipeng sacrificed his life for the sword."

"This guy definitely has the ability to win ten games in a row!"

"..."

After a while, everyone came to their senses, and discussions broke out violently.

"Brother Dongfan... so awesome!"

Chu Xuan'er's eyes were full of little stars at this moment.

If in Yunyang Town, Chen Fan killed Scar, which made her admire him a little, then now, when he killed Ding Haipeng, who was infinitely more powerful than Scar, with three swords, she completely admired him without thinking.

"Is this his true strength? Sword master, sword comes out, kills!"

Nangong Wan'er's body leaned forward slightly, staring at Chen Fan on the battlefield, her beautiful eyes flashing with intense light, and her heart beating violently.

"Maybe in this "Martial Arts Competition of All Veins", my Yuemai can really..."

At this moment, a hint of expectation flashed in Nangong Wan'er's eyes.

"Damn it, he actually killed Ding Haipeng!"

On the other side, Nangong Fengyun saw Ding Haipeng being killed, his face looked very bad, very ugly, and his eyes were cold.

He invited Ding Haipeng to help in the battle. Although he didn't care about Ding Haipeng's life or death, Chen Fan killed Ding Haipeng with three swords, which was a slap in his face.

Muye smiled indifferently, curled his lips and said: "Brother Fengyun, why get angry, Ding Haipeng is a waste, so he will die, so as not to embarrass himself in the "Martial Arts Competition of All Veins"."

"You are right, Ding Haipeng is irrelevant, a useless waste, who can't even kill this little bastard, and he brags about how powerful he is, and he can kill this little bastard within ten moves. He is really a waste! But, this little bastard killed Ding Haipeng, which is a slap in my face." Nangong Fengyun said coldly.

Muye Xiao smiled and said, "That's easy. When he wins one or two more games, I'll go on stage and kill him."

"Oh? Well, I believe you, of course." Nangong Fengyun nodded, and he didn't doubt Muye Xiao's words.

Although Ding Haipeng has a record of winning seven games in a row twice, Muye Xiao is a figure on the Wushidi Ranking.

They are both in the fourth level of Yuanfu Realm, but Muye Xiao can beat seven or eight Ding Haipengs by himself.

A warrior who has won ten games in a row and is on the Wushidi Ranking is completely different from a warrior who has won seven games in a row twice. The difference cannot be made up by a few more records of winning seven games in a row.

In the Wudou Palace, every extra win is very difficult.

Especially when you win seven or eight games in a row, whoever goes on stage is not a warrior with several records of winning seven or eight games in a row.

Because at this time, if your winning streak does not reach seven or eight games, you are not qualified to go on stage.

For example, if Chen Fan has won seven games in a row now, then the next opponent must also have a record of seven consecutive wins, otherwise, he will not be qualified to challenge Chen Fan.