Super King of Soldiers in the City

The monk saw Wang Fan's punch, his face suddenly changed, and he flashed sideways, trying to avoid it.

However, Wang Fan's speed is faster.

He didn't give the monk a chance to dodge at all, or his fist was slightly offset from the direction in which the monk dodged.

With a bang, Wang Fan's fist accurately hit the opponent's temple.

The monk's eyes suddenly bulged, blood was shed from his temples, and he fell to the ground and died.

Watching this scene, let alone the monks of the five major forces.

Even other monks felt some scalp tingling.

Even though they had known for a long time, neither of these two monks were opponents of Wang Fan, and they were also sent to death when they came to power.

However, Wang Fansheng was too easy.

Both times were one hit kills, no effort was wasted.

The faces of the monks of the ancient family and other forces are a bit ugly.

If this continues, they may have to die more people before they can drag Wang Fan down.

This is not a solution.

However, although they are very angry and must go, there is no way.

Now that Wang Fan is in the ring, they can't pull Wang Fan down and kill him, right?

Wang Fan even cut the two of them, and they still looked calm, not at all like the appearance of the last battle.

In fact, it's really not a big battle, it's all spikes.

Standing proudly on the battle platform, he looked down at the five major forces below, and sneered.

"Why, you just have something like this? Don't you want to drag me to death? Since you want to drag me to death, why don't you roll up and die?"

"Shrinking, timid, timid, just like you trash, want to find me revenge?"

"Hurry up, get on it, one hundred games, and now it's only the second game, far from my 100 consecutive victories."

When Wang Fan's words fell, the lungs of the cultivators of the ancient family and others were about to explode.

The rest of the monks were a little speechless, and they looked at the expressions of the ancient family and other monks with sympathy.

These guys have chosen to drag Wang Fan to death in the ring.

A hundred cultivators might really drag Wang Fan to death, but they are bound to pay a heavy price, and they don't know what these people think.

If they were replaced by them, they would definitely go up and fight directly, so that the chances would be greater.

What if Wang Fan broke through the encirclement and fled to the depths of the sly mountain?

If you encounter a powerful monster, and they die, Wang Fan can't live either.

"Huang Yu, you go."

The leader of the Huang family looked at Wang Fan with a gloomy expression for a long time, and said.

Now, they can only continue.

If they are not playing right now, then their faces will probably be lost.

With so many cultivators present, they all heard their "brilliant rhetoric", and Wang Fan would be dragged to death.

If this retreats now, the faces of the five major forces will rub on the ground.

These forces all have a face.

"Don't talk nonsense with him, just go straight up and work hard."

The monk of the Huang family looked at Huang Yu and said in a low voice.

He had already seen that Wang Fan was too treacherous, and he did not give his opponent a chance to react.

Wang Fan is already stronger than these people, and then he can take the upper hand. That way, he can't fight at all.

Huang Yu's face was slightly pale when he heard this.

Originally, he was confident, but after seeing Wang Fan's powerful strength, he was scared and timid.

After all, who knows he will die, who wants to go up and die?

Only now, he can't go up.

Because if he doesn't go up, I'm afraid his cousin will kill him first.

Huang Yu didn't say a word, his toes hit the ground and jumped directly onto the battle platform.

He didn't mean to talk nonsense with Wang Fan at all. After he boarded the battle platform, he rushed towards Wang Fan with the momentum of thunder.

In the two battles, he already knew that he must not talk nonsense, he must do it directly.

Only in this way can it put pressure on Wang Fan.

Otherwise, once Wang Fan took the upper hand, they would definitely die.

It didn't matter if he died, but it didn't have the effect of consuming Wang Fan, so the gain would not be worth the loss, and death would be worthless.

"Yes, I'm clever, but, do you think you can kill me like this?"

When Wang Fan saw that the opponent took the initiative to kill, he was not solemn, but his eyes were full of sarcasm.

He didn't even move, just watching Huang Yu kill.

When Huang Yu was about to approach him, this suddenly flashed, flashing to the side.

Huang Yu didn't even think that he was already close to Wang Fan, and Wang Fan could still avoid it.

In this hiding, his attack fell directly into the void, and his body rushed forward due to inertia.

Wang Fan suddenly turned his head, his left foot struck the ground like a tree root, and his right leg threw back directly like a thunder.

Bang!

With a sound, Wang Fan hit Huang Yu's spine directly with his kick.

There was a cracking sound of bone fracture, and the yellow feather spine instantly shattered.

Wang Fan jumped up and pointed his toes at his temple again.

Huang Yu's face was pale, and despair appeared in his eyes.

But his cultivation base could not be used, his spine was kicked off again, and there was no way to avoid Wang Fan's leg.

With a bang, Huang Yu fell to the ground and died instantly.

Three.

In a short time, Wang Fan had already killed three people.

"Next."

Wang Fan's voice was extremely cold, and he looked at the five major forces again.

In the following time, a series of killings started on the ring.

Yes, it is torture.

The monks sent by the five major forces simply couldn't survive the three moves in front of Wang Fan, and they would die directly.

No matter who they send and how strong they are, the result is the same.

The people of the five major forces were all a little bit afraid to see this scene.

How could this be?

There have been fifty-eight games.

Wang Fan has already killed fifty-eight people.

Even so, Wang Fan is still alive and well at this moment, without any signs of decadence.

Not only that, in these 58 games, the five major forces also sent ten top powerhouses to face Wang Fan.

But those ten people were all dead, and no one had survived three moves in Wang Fan's hands.

This scene made them almost desperate.

Wang Fan, is that strong?

how can that be?

Could it be that Wang Fan can't be killed in this strange mountain?

"You go report the matter here to the patriarch, so that the patriarch sends the elders over."

"Wang Fan is too enchanting. If he can't get out of the creepy mountain, I am afraid that the five of the five will be his opponents."

"No, let alone the cultivator of the Immortal Venerable, even the average Immortal Emperor, I am afraid he will not be his opponent."

At a certain moment, Gu Hao, the leading monk of the ancient family, couldn't help but said to the person behind him.

He had realized Wang Fan's horror and realized that going on like this was not the way.

Without mobilizing the strong immortal emperor, you can't kill Wang Fan at all. Even if you can kill it, the price is too great.

"Okay." The monk nodded, and quickly went away without hesitation.

Seeing the monk leaving, Gu Hao looked at the other four powers with a heavy expression, "You also ask the strong immortal emperor for support, otherwise, the price will be too great."

The leading cultivator of San Xiu Sect and Tiansha Sect did not finish, but frowned.

The two leaders of the Huang family and the Ning family nodded.

So far, it can only be so.

The battle is still going on.

In this short period of effort, Wang Fan had already cut seven more players, winning 65 games in a row.

Despite this, the battle has not stopped.

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