Super King of Soldiers in the City

I saw that Wang Fan was holding a black holy knife, sweeping across the entire space with a vast and mighty force. Compared with before, the whole person's momentum was completely different from that of two people.

"careful!"

"He is above your head!"

The cultivators at the knife gate saw this scene, their expressions changed drastically in an instant.

Some people even couldn't help but remind.

Lu Xuan also only felt that a terrifying killing intent was locked on him.

Under that killing intent, he actually felt the threat of death.

Without the slightest hesitation, he started to burn his longevity frantically again, and his posture was about to retreat.

No way, it's too dangerous.

If he does not retreat, he is likely to die.

It's just that it's too late.

"Slash!"

A roar came from Wang Fan's mouth, and the next second, with a swish, the holy knife in his hand had already cut through the air and severely slashed towards Lu Xuan.

With a slash, Wang Fan shouted with great momentum, but in fact, it was just an ordinary stab, not even martial arts at all.

However, the killing intent on his body is extremely powerful, coupled with the blessing of the holy sword, so the power is naturally needless to say.

The blade's light broke through the air, thousands of waves of swords emerged, and they were united in an instant, and they cut down at Lu Xuan domineeringly.

Lu Xuan felt this scene, and his face instantly became ugly.

He did not dare to retreat, but burned the gods madly, twisted his face, and sacrificed a halberd.

boom!

With a loud explosion, the swords and halberds collided in the air.

Lu Xuan, who just waved his halberd in a hurry to resist, how could he stop Wang Fan's prepared blow?

Even if he burns lifespan essence and blood, his aura has not been brewed to its peak, his strength has not been fully exerted, and it is completely impossible.

Click!

Hearing only one sound, Lu Xuan's halberd was cut into two pieces by the black holy sword in an instant.

The next moment, the holy sword continued to be cut down.

"stop!"

"He admits defeat!"

At the same time, this scene changed the faces of the Saint Son of the Dao Sect and the Saint Emperor of the Sword Sect.

The two said in unison.

However, how could Wang Fan care about their scolding.

The holy sword cut down without mercy, and with a sneer, a burst of blood bloomed.

thump.

Lu Xuan stood upright, and was chopped in two with blood gushing.

The emperor strong, fall!

Watching this scene, the scene was deadly silent.

No one thought that Wang Fan would rebel against the emperor and behead the emperor.

This is simply too shocking.

You know, Wang Fan is on the eighth floor of the Immortal Emperor. Even though he is holding a holy sword, he can defeat the Great Emperor. This is still an extremely incredible thing.

Especially the disciples around the Sword Saint Villa, they were almost suffocating.

They only feel that their heartbeat is fast, and they can't suppress the shocked mood at all.

When they looked at Wang Fanzhi in the midair again, there was no bit of hostility and hatred in their eyes.

Some are just fear and worship.

As a monk, naturally all worship the strong.

They are no exception.

At the same time, they had also realized that before Wang Fan fought against the disciples of the Sword Saint Villa, they had not done their best at all.

Otherwise, how many of the disciples of the Sword Saint Villa who fought with Wang Fan can survive?

"Boy, the emperor told you to stop, didn't you hear?"

There was a brief silence, and the Sword Sect Saint Emperor was the first to come back to his senses.

He looked at Wang Fan with a sullen face, and his crazy expression seemed to want to kill Wang Fan immediately.

Wang Fan fell to the ground, slowly retracted the knife, and said lightly: "Stop? Who are you? If you let me stop, do I stop?"

He was very disdainful, "What's more, who said before that life and death are no matter what? If I die, then life and death are no matter what, if your people die, you will be held accountable?"

As always tricky.

The swordsman saint emperor was speechless, his face gloomy glanced at Fenjian not far away, and finally he could only grit his teeth and shut his mouth.

This is the Sword Saint Villa, and Fen Jian is there. If Fen Jian does not allow it, he can't kill Wang Fan at all.

On the contrary, once Fenjian was angered, they, except for the Saint Son, were afraid that none of them would be able to leave.

The Swordsman Saint Son walked out slowly, looked at Wang Fan, and said lightly: "Very well, now, you have the qualifications to fight against this Saint Son. This Saint Son initiates a challenge like you, a life-and-death battle, and you dare to accept it. ?"

His voice fell, and a terror pressure spread instantly, sweeping through the air.

Wang Fan looked at the saint son of the sword gate and sneered: "Don't use your identity as the saint son of the sword gate to talk to Lao Tzu like this, I don't want to eat your way."

In a word, everyone's face is extremely ugly.

Even the elders of Sword Saint Villa are no exception.

Why is this directly cursed?

How could this look like an immortal emperor monk?

Daomen Shengzi's face also changed slightly, obviously this was the first time he encountered this situation.

Wang Fan stared at him and continued to sneer: "What are you? There is only a saint son. I was still a saint son back then. Do you think I am proud?"

"The most annoying thing is that you honest bastards, what do you pretend? You think I am qualified to fight you, but I think you are not qualified to fight me, what should I do?"

With this sentence, the Daomen Shengzi was speechless again.

Yes, he holds his own identity and feels that Wang Fan is already qualified to fight him, and even proposed a life-and-death battle.

But Wang Fan is also a proud person and a arrogant man. People think he is not qualified to fight, what should he do?

Logically, there seems to be no problem.

But if the identity of the saint son of the knife gate is included, the problem will be very big.

That is the saint son of the sword gate, looking at the entire wasteland, who dares to say such a thing?

"Ben Shengzi challenged you, would you accept it?" Daomen Shengzi's face was gloomy, and after a long while, he asked again.

Wang Fan sneered: "Naturally, we have to accept it, but we need to fight in a sealed space battlefield. Only one person can get out alive."

When Wang Fan said this, the audience was shocked.

What he meant was that the space for the two to fight must be sealed off.

This put an end to the possibility that when the Swordsman Shengzi encountered life and death danger, someone would rescue him, or the Swordsman Shengzi used Fulu and other means to escape.

After all, even the guardian saint emperor behind the saint son of the knife door could not blast through the sealed space in a short period of time. And those top escape talisman will also lose its effect.

Wang Fan's words meant that he was persecuting the saint son of the sword gate, and he was in a real life-and-death battle.

At the same time, he was also provking Daomen and guarding Daomen's army.

Because if he were to fight on a general battlefield, the Sword Sect Saint Child would never die, even if he lost, he would not die.

He is quite sure that he can escape or be rescued.

But in a blocked space battlefield, everything is different.

Dao Sect Saint Son's face changed slightly when he heard this, he did not expect that Wang Fan would actually make such a request.

Seeing Wang Fan's confidence, he didn't seem to put him in his eyes at all. For a while, he felt a little drumming in his heart.

Wang Fan is so confident, is it true that he is sure? There are still a lot of hole cards not exposed?

The face of the knife gate is also extremely gloomy.

The swordsman saint emperor coldly snorted: "Life and death battle is life and death battle. What should I do to block the space? Isn't it troublesome?"

Obviously, he was just messing around, and it was shameless.