Super King of Soldiers in the City

Xiao Chushan's face turned black when he heard this.

The disciples of the sword courtyard behind him almost ran away.

They have seen shameless people, and they have never seen a shameless person like Wang Fan.

This is simply blackmail.

However, Wang Fan didn't care at all about the expressions of the disciples of All Saints Palace below, he just looked at Xiao Chushan with a smile, as if waiting for his reply.

Xiao Chushan stared at Wang Fan, and exhaled a few deep breaths before it calmed down.

He did not speak, but grabbed a space ring and threw it at Wang Fan.

No way, he also wants revenge, and he also wants to get back face for the sword academy.

If Wang Fan doesn't accept the challenge, he really can't help it.

After all, next, his sword academy will dispatch disciples from the sixth level or even higher realm of Immortal Emperor to challenge.

However, Wang Fan had only the fifth level of Immortal Emperor.

According to the regulations of the Holy Palace, those with high cultivation level challenge those with low cultivation level, and they must obtain the consent of the other party, otherwise they shall not be challenged.

Unless it is said that the two sides have a life and death feud, and it is with the permission of the elder of the holy palace.

Wang Fan took the space ring thrown by Xiao Chushan, swept it mentally, and the smile on his face suddenly became brighter.

He looked at Gu Feiyang and Xiao Chushan, and said brilliantly: "Thank you two brothers, look, which one of you will go first."

"Uh-"

The two of Xiao Chushan had black lines on their faces, and they almost wanted to go up and beat Wang Fan personally.

Fortunately, they are still sane, and they endure it.

Gu Feiyang and Xiao Chushan looked at each other and said, "Yang He, you go."

Accompanied by his voice, an immortal emperor's sixth-floor cultivator who had long been unable to stand up stepped out, his figure flashed directly, and he appeared on the battle platform.

It is Yang He.

After Yang He stepped onto the battle platform, the spirit in his body instantly ran away, as if he had turned into a real dragon, and surrounded him.

He didn't have the slightest nonsense, and he didn't even intend to report to the realm of cultivation. With a flash of his figure, he killed Wang Fan.

Extremely decisive, without the slightest sloppy.

"So direct?"

Wang Fan was also a little stunned when he saw this scene, but he was not at all afraid, nor was he waiting in place as before.

He lifted his right hand slightly, tapped his finger, swish, a sword intent burst out instantly, hitting Yang He's body directly.

"Exit!"

When Yang He saw this scene, he sneered, his hands danced, palm prints blasted out, falling on the sword shadow that Wang Fan blasted out, and the sword shadow instantly shattered and annihilated.

Yang He is a very powerful sixth-layer immortal emperor, and his strength is not comparable to that of the former.

Mangzhong is good at strength, and most of the martial arts he cultivates are also directly violent martial arts.

And Yang He, but he is good at everything. He is not only powerful, but also very powerful in his body skills.

Therefore, Gu Feiyang would let him take a shot against Wang Fan.

Boom boom boom!

The cracking sound continued, and the sword shadows that Wang Fan blasted out were all destroyed by Yang He's palm prints.

At the same time, Yang He leaped into the sky and continued to approach Wang Fan.

His hands are moving faster, and his palm prints are also stronger.

Densely dense and terrifying.

Wang Fan still didn't take it seriously. He saw Yang He approaching him, and instead of retreating, he continued to attack.

At the same time, his right hand turned into a sword, and he directly performed the five consecutive cuts of the gods.

Boom boom boom!

The five consecutive cuts of the gods fell, and the sky full of palm prints began to shatter. In the blink of an eye, five sword lights tore through all palm prints and descended in front of Yang He.

At the same time, Yang He has once again condensed a large golden palm print, heading towards the five sword lights.

Boom boom boom!

Three sounds, three sword lights were instantly shattered.

However, when the big golden palm print touched the fourth sword light, both sides were annihilated at the same time.

Yang He looked a little ugly when he saw this scene.

Seeing that the last sword light was about to fall, he did not hesitate at all, the wind element wrapped his body and began to retreat crazily.

However, his speed is fast, how can he pass Jianguang faster?

In the blink of an eye, the fifth sword light fell on him, and there was a sound, and several wounds were torn out of his body.

Of course, it was only a minor injury, not a serious injury.

Yang He looked at the wound on his chest, his face was as ugly as it was.

He didn't expect that even him would suffer such a big loss in the first confrontation.

There was boundless anger in his heart, and the gods in his body went violently, and he was going to fight back frantically.

But at this moment, an extremely dangerous aura came, and immediately afterwards, he saw Wang Fan appeared in front of him like a ghost.

With a punch, the world changed.

Yang He didn't have time to fight back, so he could only resist with his arms folded.

Boom!

With a loud noise, Yang He's arms were numb, and violent power rushed into his body. He only felt like his whole body was falling apart, and his whole body flew out upside down.

There was another loud noise, and his body fell on the battle platform.

defeat!

Fiasco!

The following Sacred Palace disciples watched this scene, all speechless, but they were not as shocked as before, and seemed to be used to it.

Wang Fan smiled and walked to Yang He's side, kicked him flying with the same kick, and then smiled: "Next."

"asshole!"

"This **** is so arrogant!"

"Ahhhh, I can't stand him anymore!!!"

Hearing Wang Fan's arrogant words, the Sacred Palace disciples almost collapsed.

Is this like something said by an immortal emperor character?

Is this like the words spoken by the disciples of the Holy Palace?

How come their holy palace recruited such an enchanting evildoer.

Xiao Chushan's expression was also very ugly, but he still gritted his teeth and sent out a Sixth Floor Sword Academy Tianjiao from the Immortal Emperor.

However, the sixth-floor Sword Academy Tianjiao of the Immortal Emperor was not as confident as Yang He before.

Wang Fan glanced at him and said indifferently: "You can't do it, go down. For the sake of that brother assisting me, I allow you to take action on the seventh floor of the Sword Academy Immortal Emperor."

The corner of the Sacred Palace disciple's mouth twitched, and he didn't know what to say.

Xiao Chushan also has a black line on his face.

As for the immortal emperor's sixth-level sword repairman who came on stage, he already wanted to find a place to drill down, and he wanted to kill Wang Fan.

He is the sixth level of the Immortal Emperor, and he is still a powerful sword repairman, but Wang Fan only has the fifth level of the Immortal Emperor, so he dare to say that he can't?

The most hateful thing is that when he didn't get on the battle platform just now, why didn't Wang Fan say this? Do you have to wait until he gets on the platform?

Damn it!

However, even if he was angry again, in the end, he still gritted his teeth and left the battlefield, losing his face.

Almost he had just left, and in the direction of the sword academy, an immortal emperor's seven-layer powerful sword repairman had already boarded the battle platform.

There was endless coldness in his eyes looking at Wang Fan.

Wang Fan's face. He also rarely changed seriousness. He looked at Gu Feiyang and Xiao Chushan and said, "Whether you win or lose, this is the last battle today. After this battle, I will not accept any more challenges today."