Super King of Soldiers in the City

Situhai and Feng Yuanxiu have been stuck on the eighth floor of the Holy Land for a long time, but they have been unable to break through.

They do not have insufficient qualifications, but insufficient resources.

From the eighth floor of the Saint Emperor to the ninth floor of the Saint Emperor, a lot of resources are needed.

But Purgatory's resources are limited, even if Lianzong is the overlord, it is still not enough.

Now that it’s alright, Lianzong has captured the sanctuary and won the sanctuary, which means that Lianzong has an extra area of ​​cultivation resources.

Under this circumstance, if they broke through to the ninth floor of the Saint Emperor, it was no longer a mirror image.

The two of them were chatting and looking outside, feeling very comfortable.

But at this moment, suddenly, there was a rumbling sound, and the spacecraft slammed into an invisible barrier, and was immediately forced to stop.

The spaceship shook, and countless cultivators of Lianzong began to be vigilant.

"what happened?"

"There is an enemy attack!"

"court death!"

There was a burst of noisy voices, and almost immediately, all Lianzong disciples rushed out.

As disciples of Lianzong, these people are all geniuses and elites, and their reaction is naturally extremely fast.

Feng Yuan and Situ Hai also changed their expressions, and then they rushed out of the spaceship without any hesitation.

The mental power of the two spread out, but they didn't notice anything.

Only in front of him, an invisible barrier appeared. If you don't check it carefully, you won't be able to see it at all.

"Who dares to stop this emperor and get out!"

Feng Yuan shouted in a low voice, the pressure of the Holy Emperor burst out from his body, his eyes instantly became cold and harsh.

Although Situ Hai didn't speak, he also released a terrifying aura.

How many saint emperors escaped to rest in the holy palace, they also knew it, could it be that this was the other's ambush?

Both of them were faintly disturbed.

However, when they took out the communication beads and intended to send Qin Ge Xue Kai a message, they were horrified to find that they couldn't send it out at all.

"Haha, get out? What are you? You are indeed a beast of Lianzong, come to my sanctuary, and dare to be so domineering."

A voice of disdain came out, and soon the void split, and two figures walked out.

It was Wang Fan and Yao Ling'er.

Wang Fan is naturally unable to escape into the space now.

But Yao Linger can.

So it is not difficult for the two to get out of the space.

"Who are you waiting for? Is it the remnant of the Holy Palace?"

Feng Yuan stared at Wang Fan and Yao Ling'er, his heart was even more solemn.

He couldn't see through the cultivation of the two.

The two of them are just like ordinary people, with no magical essence on them.

But is it possible?

Obviously it is impossible.

"Holy Palace Remnants?"

When Wang Fan heard this, his eyes suddenly became cold.

He originally planned to say a few more nonsense, but when he heard the word remnant, he was no longer in the mood.

Wang Fan's eyes turned scarlet in an instant, and in the next second, he directly killed Feng Yuan.

He didn't intend to use the poisonous mist, but planned to see how far he is from the eighth layer of the Saint Emperor.

"kill!"

When Feng Yuan saw Wang Fan killing, naturally he wouldn't be half afraid.

He gave an order, and his body exploded. In the next second, a long knife appeared in his hand, and it struck Wang Fan directly.

The strong wind howled, the blade tore the air, making a sneer.

Wang Fan's face was also solemn, his body twisted in midair, avoiding the opponent's attack, and then approached again.

He doesn't have the gods now, so he can't attack from a distance, but can only be close.

Feng Yuan saw that Wang Fan had escaped his attack without much surprise. His Shen Yuan skyrocketed again, swish, and he cut several knives again in an instant.

The waves of swords all over the sky formed a big net, heading towards Wang Fan overwhelmingly, as if to completely shatter Wang Fan.

Knowing that he couldn't avoid it, Wang Fan let out a cold snort, his whole body ran away, his fists clenched, and then he smashed out several punches.

A rumbling voice sounded, and Wang Fan's fist wind tore through countless curtains of knives, blasting a hole abruptly.

The next second, he rushed in.

The surrounding knife light cut on his body, making a sneer, and his body instantly showed countless blood stains, and his whole person turned into a blood man.

"this--"

However, seeing this scene, Feng Yuan was not only not happy, but also extremely shocked, extremely unbelievable.

He is the eighth floor of the Saint Emperor, and his sword is also the Saint Emperor's weapon.

The strong man on the eighth floor of his dignified saint emperor blasted Wang Fan with the saint knife in his hand, and he couldn't kill Wang Fan even under the cutting. How could he not be surprised?

How strong is this physical body?

Feng Yuan could no longer think about that much, because at this time, Wang Fan had already approached him.

I saw Wang Fan's body bathed in blood, but his eyes were extremely fierce and fierce.

The fist wind whistled, and Wang Fan continued to smash at Feng Yuan with one punch after another, which could be regarded as destroying the world.

At such a distance, it is impossible for Feng Yuan to continue using the knife, and it is already too late to retreat.

If he took precautions early and knew that Wang Fan's physical body was so powerful, he might have reacted early and would not let Wang Fan get close.

But now, it's too late.

As a last resort, he had no choice but to retract the sword, and his body was full of spirits, and he continued to bombard and fight with Wang Fan.

As the eighth-tier monk of the Saint Emperor, he deeply understands a truth.

That is to face the enemy, absolutely must not persuade, otherwise it will only die faster.

Unless the opponent has the strength to crush you.

Of course, in that case, it doesn't matter whether counseling or not, it's death anyway.

The two attacked and collided, and the sound of rumbling continued to be heard. Feng Yuan was beaten back again and again, and there was a storm in his heart.

At this moment, he has completely affirmed that Wang Fan is a pure body refiner.

The pure body refiner has reached such a point, this...

It was too shocking!

You know, the growth of body refiners is very slow. After all, how can it be easy to force the Saint Emperor with the power of the flesh?

However, Wang Fan did it.

Feng Yuan was shocked, Wang Fan was also shocked, and at the same time somewhat helpless.

Compared with the eighth floor of the Saint Emperor, there is still a slight gap between him.

Even if his physical body is strong, his strength is also very strong, but facing the eighth floor of the Saint Emperor, he still does not have the advantage.

In other words, he still couldn't beat the eighth floor of the Saint Emperor.

Because he is not strong enough.

Of course, with his physical body, the eighth layer of the Saint Emperor, or Feng Yuan in front of him, it was not easy to kill him.

After all, his defense is very strong.

After Wang Fan roughly understood his own strength, he naturally didn't have the mind to continue fighting.

Taking advantage of Feng Yuan's withdrawal, he quickly grabbed the poisonous mist that could obliterate the eighth layer of the Holy Emperor and sprayed it directly.

Feng Yuan originally planned to stay away from Wang Fan and fight again after widening his distance.

Because he understood that being close to Wang Fan was the work of a fool. Only by keeping the distance away can he consume Wang Fan to death.

It's just that he didn't expect that when he just retired, Wang Fan would come to such a move.

With a sneer, a mist sprayed out, and Feng Yuan waved his robe subconsciously, his soul swelled, trying to disperse the mist, but it was useless at all.

Those poisonous mists were not affected at all, penetrated his divine essence directly, and landed on him.