Chapter 1428

Wang Fan's face became dignified in the face of the heavy gunshot from Cuba.

He could clearly perceive that Cuba's heavy gun shadows were mixed with a very violent power, and even made him feel palpitations.

Gun skill!

It must be a gun skill!

Wang Fan thought so and closed his eyes slowly.

Because in this case, his naked eye could not distinguish the real body of the gun.

Moreover, he opened his eyes, and the faint light from the shadow of the gun would hurt his eyes. It's better to use mental force to check where the gun is.

Wang Fan mental crazy swept out, but felt a dizziness.

There's no way. There are too many gun shadows in Cuba. Moreover, the speed of gun shadows is very fast. Rao is a little hard to check with his mental strength.

But at this time, Wang fan can't give up at all. Once he doesn't know where the gun is, he will be hurt. And once he is injured, it means failure, it means no championship.

Wang fan then realized that Cuba is terrible.

As one of the top six seeded players, Cuba is much better than liang Yunshan and medao.

"God, what's the matter? Why did Wang Fan close his eyes?"

"Does he feel that he has no hope and directly choose to give up?"

"How is that possible?"

The following people looked at Wang Fan who closed his eyes and shook his voice one after another.

They really don't understand why Wang Fan closed his eyes under such circumstances.

To say that Wang Fan gave up, they didn't believe it at all.

Wang Fan fought with one man against five people in luoyinshui, and he could hurt them. How could he be afraid of Cuba?

Wang Fanke ignored people's guess and shock, his mental power has been crazy involved in the gun shadow, follow the gun shadow circulation, looking for the gun body.

At the same time, his whole person also began to retreat rapidly.

There is no way, not to retreat, because if he does not retreat, then countless gun shadows will bombard him.

"Chop!" Cuba saw Wang Fan back with his eyes closed, roared wildly, roared a word, and then struggled to move forward. Countless illusory gun shadows rolled towards Wang Fan in an instant.

Wang Fan's eyes were closed and his expression was slightly coagulated. Just when he was forced to the edge of the challenge arena and the shadow of the gun was about to approach, he suddenly moved.

Whoosh!

The shadow knife came out of the sheath, lifted a white smooth, and slashed at the gun shadow.

Ding ground a, just like gold Iron Cross Ming, everyone can't help but cover the ear.

Then, they were shocked to see that the innumerable gun shadows dissipated in an instant, and then the Cuban long gun was blown away.

Cuba's face changed wildly. He never thought that Wang fan not only found the body of the gun, but also picked out his long gun accurately.

How is that possible?

You know, this roll of gun skills he used, but his card, ah, never failed.

Not to mention finding the body of the gun and flying it out, it's impossible to avoid his skill. But now, what is impossible is made possible by Wang Fan.

"How did he do it?" Cuba's heart is shaking and murmuring to itself.

At this time, Wang Fan has opened his eyes, body shape a flash, toward Cuba burst rushed in the past, "Gang thunder fist!"

A low voice came from his throat. If Wang Fan's fist was thundering, he immediately roared toward Cuba.

Thundering all over the sky!

Cuba relies on that long gun. Close combat is not good at all. Now the spear is picked to fly, where does he have the power of the first World War?

Just after four punches, he couldn't bear it any more. He was blown out and fell heavily under the challenge arena.

"Yes." Wang Fan didn't take advantage of the victory to pursue and kill, but after standing still in the challenge arena, he said.

Cuba took a deep look at Wang Fan, with an ugly smile, and quickly returned to the position to recover.

"Wang Fan, win, get a point, the next challenger, Zhen min." The old man's voice came out again, and Zhen Min came out slowly.

Just her eyes in Wang Fan four people turned a circle, chose to be defeated by Wang Fan Cuba.

There's no way. Han Qingyi has beaten once, but Wang fan is not sure how to deal with it. As for Leihe, she is a loser. It doesn't make much sense for her to choose Leihe, so she can only choose Cuba.

Cuba heard Zhen Min challenge himself, did not hesitate, quickly swallowed a few pills, and then flashed on the challenge arena again.

This time, Cuba didn't warm up or talk nonsense. It used its gun skills to deal with Wang Fan.

Zhen Min couldn't find the body of the gun at all. He just took a few breaths and was defeated and flew off the challenge arena.

At this time, the first three have almost been settled, that is, Wang Fan, Han Qingyi and Cuba. Unless Leihe challenges hanqingyi or Wang Fan to win, he can go against the trend.Next, it's Leihe's turn to choose. Leihe chooses hanqingyi without accident.

Unfortunately, five minutes later, Leihe was defeated by the soft sword of Han Qingyi.

After Han Qingyi defeated Reich, he did not rest and continued to challenge Cuba. Finally, Han Qingyi won.

Next, Zhen Min challenges Leihe and Zhen Minsheng. When it was Cuba's turn, there was no need to fight any more because he had already fought for everyone.

Soon, three, four and five names were determined, namely Cuba, Zhen Min and Rehe.

As for the first and second, since Wang Fan and Han Qingyi have not yet fought, it is not clear for the time being.

"Next, Wang Fan will fight against Zhan Hanqing." The old man who presided over the meeting no longer needed to be elected and announced the fight between the two directly.

Wang fanhan and Qingyi listen to this and flash on the challenge arena at the same time.

The cold eyes of the cold green clothes stare at Wang Fan with a complicated look.

She never thought that the mole ant she looked down upon could compete with her on the final platform for the championship.

Wang Fan's eyes are joking. He looks at Han Qingyi and says, "don't you want to teach me a lesson in the competition? Now the opportunity has come. I want to see how you teach me!"

"Hum!" Cold green clothes cold hum a, beautiful eyes flash a touch of cold light, Qiang ground a, hand soft sword scabbard, fast if streamer, toward Wang Fan straight away.

Wang Fan holds the shadow knife in his right hand. While he is facing the cold green soft sword crazily, his left hand is Cheng Quan. A gang Lei Quan bombards him heavily.

Boom boom!

The fury rips and the stress rolls in the challenge arena.

The swords and swords hit each other and made a loud noise. However, Han Qingyi was fearless in the face of danger. His slender left hand also made a fist to meet Wang Fan's gang Lei fist.

Bang!

There was a loud noise, and each of them stepped back.

Wang Fan retreated three steps, while Han Qingyi retreated four steps, gaining the upper hand.

Wang Fan looked at this scene, his heart was shocked.

How could it be that a woman in hanqingyi could beat his gang thunder fist? You know, Cuba before, can't take their own gang thunder boxing.

Compared with Wang Fan's shock, Han Qingyi was even more shocked. She couldn't help blurting out, "are you tuofan seven layers?"

Before she did not feel the strength of Wang Fan, but now against Wang Fan, she clearly felt that Wang Fan had only seven layers of detachment.

"What, the seventh floor?"

"My God, how could that be?"

"Is it still a human being to beat back five people from the seventh level and even one of them from the Ninth level?"

The sound of the cold green clothes is like a huge stone smashing into the water, instantly set off a storm!