Super King of Soldiers in the City

The fat man gritted his teeth with hatred towards Wang Fan.

He had chased Wang Fan for a long time, but he couldn't catch up. This was something that made him feel extremely humiliated.

Wang Fan also looked at the fat monk and laughed, "Fat brother, who am I? It's you!"

When the fat monk heard Wang Fan's words, his brows couldn't help but frowned. Obviously, he didn't expect that Wang Fan would dare to talk to him like this.

However, when he felt Wang Fan's cultivation level, he couldn't help being stunned.

"The Ninth Floor of Xianzun? You have already been promoted to the Ninth Floor of Xianzun?" His heart was indeed extremely shocked.

You know, even if Wang Fan dug up the best immortal veins, in principle, it is absolutely impossible to break through to the ninth level of the immortal venerable so quickly. Could it be that Wang Fan had been concealing his cultivation before?

If that were the case, this Wang Fan would be a bit too terrifying, and even he didn't have much confidence in killing Wang Fan.

At this time, the female Xiu Gong Ying who was saved by Wang Fan had already walked quickly to Wang Fan, lowered her head and said through voice transmission, "Brother Wang Fan, you must be careful of this person."

"At the beginning of the twenty monks we came together, in addition to the first five who were smashed, five others were killed."

Wang Fan couldn't help but condensed his eyebrows slightly, but he nodded, "I see."

With that said, he glanced at the fat man, and then dashed towards Lixianzhi with a flash of figure.

He no longer intends to continue wasting time here, he intends to take away a few lily and fairy sticks first, and then leave here to talk.

Wang Fan was extremely fast, and soon rushed to the Lixianzhi. He first put a mental defense cover on his body, and then grabbed it with his right hand.

With a buzzing sound, when Wang Fan grabbed the Lixianzhi in his hand, a mental fluctuation suddenly came, like a sharp thorn, directly rushing into his mind.

There was a crackling sound, and the mental protection shield that Wang Fan had made had broken apart after almost supporting it for a while.

Immediately afterwards, that mental piercing has crazily entered his mind.

At the same time, Wang Fan had already picked off the Lixianzhi and threw it directly into the space ring.

He was planning to use the mixed pattern Dao Mark to see if he could destroy the mental power spikes that rushed into his mind, but before he could urge him, the mixed pattern Dao Mark had already rushed over.

Wang Fan only felt a loud bang in his mind, followed by a brief dizziness, and then the mental thorns that rushed into his mind had disappeared without a trace.

Wang Fan closed his eyes, flipped slightly, and then rushed to the second Lixianzhi without hesitation.

And seeing this scene, the surrounding monks were all stunned.

No one thought that Wang Fan would get the Lixianzhi in such a green pine.

After a short daze, some monks couldn't bear it either, and rushed towards the other Lixianzhi.

Only soon, with a scream, several cultivators were directly stabbed and killed by that mental power, and Qiqiao fell into a pool of blood, bleeding.

The fat monk also rushed to a Lixianzhi, but he failed.

Although he was not assassinated by that violent mental power, he was hit hard.

Wang Fan ignored the monks, and in a short period of time, he had already picked off seven lichen twigs.

At this time, even if it was him, his face was extremely pale, and he had obviously reached a tolerance limit.

Wang Fan didn't continue picking, but just flashed his figure and planned to leave.

However, before he left, several monks had already surrounded him.

"You are in the middle of the ninth floor of an Immortal Venerable, but you are planning to take away seven Lixianchi alone. Don't you think it's too domineering? Leave the Lixianchi and you can roll."

The one who spoke was a monk with a long face and thin eyes. He was not here at the beginning, but came from behind.

When he was speaking, he looked at Wang Fan with cold eyes, murderously strong on his body.

The other ninth-floor cultivators who had seen Wang Fan take action were not so direct, but said:

"Friend, you took so much by yourself. It's really too domineering. Why don't we talk about it and I can buy the lychee in your hand."

On the other side, the fat monk did not come, but looked at this side from a distance.

He also wanted to see how powerful Wang Fan was and whether he could escape from these monks.

If Wang Fan could kill these people easily, then he would definitely not trouble Wang Fan.

But if Wang Fan can't handle these guys, don't blame him for being rude.

"Haha." Wang Fan looked at the few people in front of him coldly, couldn't help but laughed, "Want to **** Xiaoye's lychee? What are you guys?"

Almost the word "east" fell, and the ancient divine sword in Wang Fan's hand had already been sacrificed, and a sword slashed towards one of them.

These monks never thought that Wang Fan would be so decisive, saying that he would do it.

When the Ninth Floor of the Immortal Venerable realized that Wang Fan's Primordial Divine Sword had come, he wanted to resist, but it was too late.

He just had time to lift the magic weapon in his hand, and with a clang, the magic weapon in his hand was picked up and flew out. The next second, the Primordial Divine Sword blasted on his body without any barriers.

laugh!

In an instant, the blood shot.

The other people on the ninth floor of Immortal Venerable who came around were completely stunned when they saw this scene.

The Ninth-level Fine-eyed Immortal Venerable who spoke first was even more angry, "How dare you do it? What a darety!"

"I don't dare your sister!" Wang Fan yelled, and the Primordial Divine Sword in his hand had been sacrificed again and killed him.

"Good, good!" Fine-eyed Immortal Venerable trembles with nine layers of qi, but the reaction is extremely fast. With a move with his right hand, a halberd appears in his hand. The next moment, the halberd in his hand has already rolled up the dense halberd light, booming. The shadow of the sword rolled up to the Primordial Excalibur.

The rumbling sound of the explosion came out, and Wang Fan's torn sword shadow was all shattered in an instant. But the halberd light did not dissipate, and continued to slash towards Wang Fan.

"Dead!" The thin-eyed monk let out a gloomy low growl, and his body was even more murderous.

Wang Fan sneered, and didn't try to avoid the halberds that had been rolled up at all. Instead, he immediately put away the ancient divine sword, got close to him, and slammed at the halberds with a punch.

Rumble!

With a punch, the halberd light shattered and disappeared instantly.

Wang Fan was already approaching the fine-eyed monk in an instant, and his right fist was like a dragon, slamming his head fiercely.

After only a short time of fighting, Wang Fan already knew that this guy's halberd attainments were very clever, and the halberd skills were also extremely good.

If he used the Primordial Excalibur to fight against the opponent, he would definitely suffer, at least for a short time, it was absolutely impossible to defeat the opponent.

Only by being close can he be able to kill this person in a short time.

"You—" The cultivator with eyesight didn't expect that Wang Fan would actually fight him close.

He didn't even expect that Wang Fan's speed would be so fast. Not only did he get close in a short time, but he also blasted a punch.

At this moment, he was frightened.

But despite this, he still raised his spare left hand with difficulty and punched Wang Fan with his fist.