Super King of Soldiers in the City

Wang Fan felt the strong dangerous breath behind him, and his eyelids couldn't help but jump wildly.

In this situation, even if he shifts his display space greatly, it is too late.

"Fight!"

At that moment, Wang Fan roared in his heart, then suddenly turned around, fisted with his right hand, and blasted out viciously.

Although he also knew that a head-on confrontation with Monk Xianzun was no different than seeking death.

It's just that he now has nothing to do, he doesn't want to wait for death.

boom!

Before Wang Fan's fist strength was fully stimulated, the palm of the middle stage of the Immortal Venerable had already blasted on his arm.

A blood mist burst from Wang Fan's arm, and his whole body flew out in an instant.

Just like a kite with a broken line, it seemed so vulnerable.

As for his right arm, it was already a piece of blood, and the bones didn't know how much it broke.

This is because of his extremely strong body refining, otherwise, the palm of the opponent would be enough to kill him.

Wang Fan fell heavily to the ground, looking at the early stage of the Immortal Venerable with a cold expression, his eyes filled with killing intent.

"Hey, you can borrow a palm from me and not die? You deserve to be the strong one on the Immortal Kings list." The Immortal Venerable was a little surprised when he saw that Wang Fan was not dead in the mid-term.

You know, he is in the middle stage of the Immortal King, and Wang Fan is only in the middle stage of the Immortal King.

The difference in cultivation level between the two is so great that it stands to reason that it is impossible for Wang Fan to block his move, even if it is just a random move.

"Old Piff, you still want to kill me with a punch. You take yourself too seriously."

"By the way, you three dogs are chasing young master, don't you care about your waste prince?"

"Here is the Black Wind Mountain Range. If your waste prince dies, I am afraid that it will be difficult for you to deal with each other when you go back?"

Wang Fan sneered disdainfully, and tried to disturb the other party's emotions with words.

"Humph!" When the fairy venerable mid-stage heard Wang Fan's words, he gave a cold snort, stepped forward, and raised his right hand again.

In his eyes, Wang Fan is nothing more than an ant.

He has no thoughts to waste time with Wang Fan.

What's more, Wang Fan was right. This is the Black Wind Mountain Range. The most urgent matter is to quickly subdue and protect Wang Fan and leave.

If the crown prince has something wrong, even if they die, they can't shirk the blame.

When Wang Fan watched that Immortal Venerable Stepping into the air, he felt a suffocation.

At this moment, he was seriously injured, and the opponent's powerful Immortal Venerable Domain was oppressing him, and he could not even move.

Wang Fan clenched his fists and felt his weakness once again.

To put it bluntly, the cultivation base is still too weak, and in the eyes of those strong, it is still an ant.

Although Wang Fan said he could defeat the enemy across borders, he could even fight across countless realms.

But in the face of such an older generation of strong, but still very weak.

"Even if you are evil again, but in front of the deity, you are still a junior. In front of the old man, you don't have any chance, just accept your fate."

The Xianzun mid-stage stared at Wang Fan coldly, and said coldly, his right hand had already grabbed Wang Fan from the air.

Following his grasp, a large Xianyuan palm took shape in an instant, like an eagle claw, fell from mid-air and grabbed Wang Fan's body.

However, just as the Great Palm of the Immortal Yuan was about to fall on Wang Fan, suddenly, an extremely violent spatial fluctuation came.

Afterwards, a large handprint appeared in the distant sky as well, and it fell on the big palm of the Immortal Yuan.

Bang!

The energy ripples are like circular ripples, madly scattered, and the immortal palm print of the middle stage of the Xianzun directly collapses.

A middle-aged scholar who looked like a scholar stepped out from a distance and fell into the void in front of Wang Fan. He looked at the middle-aged immortal vengeance coldly and said,

"In the middle stage of the Immortal Venerable, he even dared to step into the Black Wind Forest. Are you provoking my Wangyun Palace? Are you deceiving me to Wangyun Palace five people?"

With his hands on his back, he has a supreme temperament, despising everything, and looking at the world.

Even though his words sounded calm, they felt extremely domineering.

The Immortal Venerable looked at this person in the mid-term, his pupils couldn't help but shrank slightly, "Are you from Wangyun Palace?"

"Yes." The middle-aged scholar nodded, his gaze swept over the three middle-aged immortals one by one, and said lightly:

"Three Immortal Venerables in the mid-term, they actually bullied an Immortal King mid-term, it is really shameless. You old things, have you cultivated on dogs all these years?"

"The deity will not talk nonsense with you, self-defeating, and then go, don't force the deity to do it."

On the ground, Wang Fan was stunned when he heard this.

This middle-aged scholar is really arrogant and arrogant.

Of course, even if the other party is arrogant, Wang Fan has a good impression of this middle-aged scholar.

After all, the other party is saving him.

"What are you, dare to let the old man go!"

"A junior in a mere guilty way, even if you look at the eight deputy palace masters of the Cloud Palace, don't dare to say such big words."

"Hmph, Huangkou kid, dare to be so arrogant, just let the old man see how powerful you are."

The three immortals almost exploded when they heard the arrogant words of the middle-aged scholar at the beginning.

The three cursed, one of them slammed straight away, stepping on the void and killing the middle-aged scholar.

A dazzling brilliance bloomed on his body, and the dazzling Xianyuan was like a bolt of lightning, spinning wildly around his body.

In his hand, he grabbed a rattan that looked like a whip. With a flick of his wrist and the sound of a pipa, the rattan was like a whip and drew directly at the middle-aged man.

As the whip wind passed, waves were set off in the air, and the space seemed to be cracked, and the sound of crackling resounded endlessly.

The middle-aged man looked at the rolled side with a touch of contempt in his eyes. He waved his right arm. In an instant, the entire right arm seemed to be stretched instantly, and he grabbed the opponent's long whip. past.

This middle-aged scholar didn't even offer a weapon, let alone dodge, but directly grabbed it with his hands.

In this scene, let alone the three Immortal Venerables, even Wang Fan was amazed.

You know, the cane and whip of that monk immortal monk is an immortal-level magic weapon, how could the flesh palm catch it?

However, the facts are always surprising.

In just an instant, with a slap, the middle-aged scholar's palm had already grasped the whip with great precision.

At the same time, as soon as he stepped on his feet, he bullied himself closer, and in the next second his left hand was fluttering towards the opponent's body.

That Xianzun's complexion changed drastically in the middle period, and he wanted to retreat, but he was a step late.

With a bang, the middle-aged scholar's slap fell directly and accurately on his dantian, a blood mist splashed out, and he flew upside down, screaming in his mouth.

"You, you actually abolished me?"

The other two Xianzun mid-terms, watching this scene, couldn't help being stunned.

Just one blow, abolished a mid-term immortal?

This?

After the middle-aged scholar abolished the middle-aged immortal, he did not continue to do it, but looked at the other two people, "Do you do it yourself, or do you want me to do it?"