Super King of Soldiers in the City

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Wang Fan looked at the blasting Het, his expression was always calm.

I saw him slamming his right leg, and immediately stepped on the ground, and in a sudden loud noise, his whole body was like a bow and arrow that struck out, followed by soaring shot.

At this moment, a violent hurricane was set off in the air.

In a flash, Wang Fan and Het were already close.

Both of them did not give up, the right fist lifted like a hot wheel, and then bombarded fiercely.

Along with the explosion of the two fists, a snorting explosion exploded in the air. In the rage, the two fists collided fiercely.

Huh!

The low muffled noise came out at this moment, and in an instant, the whole world fell into silence in an instant.

After a brief silence, the violent energy burst like a raging wave, and I saw that Het flew out uncontrollably.

"Ah, how is this possible?"

"Why are the ruthless blacks, who have won 35 games in a row and are on the eighth floor of Wang Jing, how can it fall?"

"Don't I be dazzled?"

Looking at this scene, the audience suddenly heard countless air-pumping voices.

Everyone couldn't help but shake his mouth wide open, it was unbelievable.

Het's face was even more ugly. He never thought of it, Wang Fan, the little one he didn't see in his eyes, would blow him out.

He felt the violent rush into his body, and his face was extremely ugly.

Compared with Het's complexion, Wang Fan's complexion is always calm.

After he punched back Het in one punch, he didn't stay at all, his figure flashed, and he rushed towards Het.

Wang Fan's heart was also a little surprised. He used only 50% of the previous punch.

In his opinion, the 50% strength was enough to defeat Het, but he didn't expect it, he just retreated Het by dozens of steps.

Wang Fan's body was like electricity, and he rushed forward, and he came to Heite in an instant.

Immediately, he punched his fists, set off a fierce gang wind, and bombarded Heit without mercy.

Het felt this scene, his face changed greatly, he frantically condensed the aura in his body, and while retreating, he raised his fists to meet.

He intends to buffer in this way first, and then looking for opportunities.

However, although his ideas were good, they soon fell through.

Wang Fan didn't give him any chance of cushioning or breathing at all. In a burst of rumbling sounds, dozens of punches had been blown out in an instant.

Those dozens of punches are like waves of crazy roaring waves, one wave is higher than the other, and one wave is stronger than the other.

The endless and powerful offensive fell on Het like raindrops. Rao is that he has tried his best to resist. Rao is that he has used the continuous back buffer. They are still hit by breathing and blood.

At a certain moment, with Wang Fan's punching out, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and spouted a big sip of blood.

Along with the spitting of blood, Wang Fan's next punch has already bombarded him off the battle platform.

At this time, in this battle, Wang Fansheng!

The monks under the stage looked at this scene, it was a dead face.

No one thought that Wang Fan even blasted Het directly in such a violent gesture and won the competition.

Their look at Wang Fan finally changed, and they no longer dared to despise it.

In the moment when Het was bombed out of the battle platform, several figures were already mad at Wang Fan's battle platform.

Although Wang Fan defeated Het with a strong posture, so many monks on the scene, there is no lack of real strong.

Moreover, this kind of opportunity is hard to come by. If you can win the championship, or even just get good results, you can be famous.

So no one wants to let this opportunity pass.

Several figures flocked to the battle platform madly, but the first one on the battle platform was a young man dressed in white.

This young man, like Yushan, was dressed in white, but he was far less handsome than Yushan.

After he boarded the battle platform, the atmosphere of the eighth floor of Wang Jing was blooming wildly, and he couldn't help laughing.

"I'm fond of opponents who are good at power. I will let you, even my corner of clothes."

He said, shaking his right hand and grabbing a long sword, he rushed towards Wang Fan.

This guy is extremely fast, and his body is very good. He doesn't fight Wang Fan directly, but with the speed and the long sword, he frantically attacks Wang Fan.

For a time, on the battle platform where Wang Fan was, only a white afterimage could be seen.

In this dazzling scene, the people who watched the stage were applauding in abundance.

Facing the attack of the white-clothed youth, Wang Fan's complexion remained calm. His figure flashed with a slight amplitude. Every time, he accurately avoided the attack of the white-clothed youth.

After all, Wang Fan can easily kill the powerful players in the ninth floor of Wang Jing without using a short killing gun. The 8th floor of Wangjing, a district in white youth, is far from his opponent.

At first, the white man was very proud, but with countless attacks, his face instantly became ugly.

If you go on like this, I'm afraid he hasn't attacked Zhong Wang Fan, he will be exhausted first.

At this moment, Wang Fan said slowly, "I thought how fast you were, but I didn't expect it to be so slow."

"I have made you attack so many times, but you haven't even touched my clothes corner."

Wang Fan said, the shimmering figure suddenly stopped, followed by a twist of the upper body, and the right hand was already palmed and fluttered lightly.

Snapped!

With a loud bang, Wang Fan's slap fell heavily on the chest of the young man in white.

The youth in white only felt a violent attack, and immediately couldn't help but spit out a bit of blood, and fell off the battle platform like a shooting star.

Looking at this scene, after a brief silence, the scene made a big laugh.

The young man in white who fell to the ground listened to the laughter and his face was flushed. He struggled to get up and fled away from here.

Next, Wang Fan's battle platform has become a stage for Wang Fan to perform.

No matter what type of opponents they are, whether they use martial arts or not, after facing Wang Fan, they will be defeated within ten strokes.

A winning streak ...

Three in a row ...

Ten consecutive victories ...

Thirty in a row ...

Fifty consecutive victories ...

Wang Fan was like the undefeated God of War, defeating his opponents, and soon he had won a 50-game winning streak.

His attacking method is also extremely singular, only by virtue of double fist, even if it is the use of martial arts, it is also the use of boxing martial arts.

"No. 38!"

"No. 38!"

"No. 38!"

The monks in the audience, with fanaticism and admiration in their eyes, looked to Wang Fan.

They frantically shouted Wang Fan's number, deafening.

At this moment, Wang Fan, just like the undefeated God of War, has become the focus of the audience's attention, making the audience boiling.

On the battle platform adjacent to Wang Fan, Yushan had already seen Wang Fan and had recognized it at a glance. Wang Fan was the one who provoked him in the Fengfeng Restaurant.

He looked at Wang Fan, his eyes were cold, and a crazy killer appeared in his heart.

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