Chapter 2037

Wang fan can clearly feel the strong momentum of the other side.

This man is definitely the strong one in the Ninth level of Wang's situation. Without using the killing shotgun, he has been paid enough attention to.

"Look, 38 has taken out his weapon."

"This is the first time that he took out his weapon in so many battles?"

"It seems that the opponent of No.38 this time is not simple."

With Wang Fan grabbing the shadow knife, there was an uproar at the scene, and many monks could not help talking about it.

You know, in the previous 95 battles, Wang Fan never used any weapons, but won by means of meat fist or meat palm.

This time, before the battle started, Wang Fan had already seized the weapon, which shows that he attached great importance to the young man in front of him.

The young man who took the magic rongdan looked at Wang Fan coldly, and also grasped a cold light flashing bayonet in his hand.

He did not immediately start, but just like a wolf, staring at Wang Fan, seems to be looking for a shot.

Wang Fan did not immediately start, also coldly looked at the youth.

The atmosphere, at this moment, becomes delicate, and the whole square seems to be full of a sense of depression.

Although they haven't started yet, everyone can feel the coming terrible storm.

Their breathing became heavy, and they stared at Wang Fan and the young man without blinking, as if they were afraid to miss any details.

In this silence, maintained for about a few minutes, a moment, the young man finally can not help but take the lead.

All of a sudden, he opened his mouth and gave a big drink. His right foot stepped on the ground. With a loud roar and a terrible energy storm, the whole person rushed to Wang fan like an arrow from the string.

At this moment, the breath of the nine levels of the king's situation on his body completely burst open, just like a wild beast.

"Death Before the young man rushed to Wang Fan, he had already made a burst of drinking. Then he suddenly waved his right bayonet, rolled up a terrible storm of Qi, and stabbed Wang Fan.

The boundless violent killing power stirred up at this moment, and the bayonet burst out a dazzling glow, cutting down at Wang Fan, with terrible momentum.

Wang Fan's eyelid couldn't help jumping, and his right leg also stepped on the ground, followed forward. At the same time, the shadow knife in his hand had drawn a long arc in the mid air, facing each other's bayonet.

Shadow knife set off a fierce wind, and the other side's bayonet severely collided, issued a Jinge jiaoming loud.

In a moment, their bodies began to retreat at the same time.

Pedaling, pedaling, pedaling, both of them stepped back for more than ten steps to stabilize themselves.

At present, the two are equal.

Looking at this scene, the monks under the stage couldn't help taking a big breath.

This plain looking young man was even with Wang Fan, who won 95 games in a row.

It was a shock.

On the high-rise building in the distance, the people of the jade family, who were looking at the two fighting in the distance, could not help frowning.

They obviously didn't expect that Wang Fan would be able to compete with the youth.

You know, that young man is the old strong man of the jade family. In the whole jade family, his strength can be ranked in the top five.

Even if we look at the whole Hu RI Empire, there are only a few young people who can be equal to it.

"Where did this 38 come from? How could it be so powerful?"

"I look at his breath, it seems that there are only five levels of Wang Jing. When did the five levels of Wang Jing become so terrible?"

The group murmured to themselves, their faces were extremely gloomy.

If that young man can't beat Wang Fan, the champion of the trial will really have no chance with Yushan.

Wang fan doesn't know that there are still people watching him on the distant platform. After all, his mental strength can't disperse all the time.

At this time, he was engrossed in staring at the young man in front of him. After a short silence, he rushed to the young man like a tiger and launched an active attack for the first time.

Wang Fan was so fast that he rushed to the youth in a flash.

The spirit in his body is whistling, and the shadow knife is sending out all kinds of dazzling cold light, constantly cutting out towards the youth, just like a storm wave, rolling endlessly.

In the face of Wang Fan's crazy attack, the young man's face couldn't help changing slightly. As he retreated madly, he began to resist repeatedly with his bayonet.

Dangdang's voice came out from the platform, and roared wildly. Looking at the monks under the platform, they were excited.

Wang Fan cut 18 swords in a row, which stopped the first round of offensive.

He looked at the youth in front of him, his face was more dignified.

In this case, if he doesn't use his king level skills, it's hard for him to defeat his opponent.Because the youth had been in a passive position before, he looked rather embarrassed, pale, and even had many damaged places on his clothes.

He was also staring at Wang Fan, eyes, is more and more cold.

"You're good, but today, you're going to die!" His hoarse voice came out of his mouth for the first time, and immediately his whole momentum suddenly changed again.

Bang bang.

After a series of explosions, his upper clothes suddenly burst into pieces, and the veins of his whole body swelled up. Small aura streams flowed from those meridians like a gurgling stream, and finally gathered in his right hand bayonet.

Under the influx of aura, the bayonet in his hand suddenly bloomed a bright glow, the blade trembled slightly and gave out a piercing sound.

The horrible and gloomy intention of killing spread out madly from the bayonet. In an instant, it has swept the whole square.

Feeling the cold and cold killing intention, there were many monks on the scene, and their faces didn't change much. Some weak people even can't help shivering.

They felt as if they were in the ice cellar of Jiuyou. They were cold and cold to the bone.

"The last blow, either you die or I die!" The young man looked at Wang Fan coldly and roared out again. In a moment, the bayonet was suddenly waved out.

With the bayonet, bang, this moment, the world color change!

The surging aura in his body seemed to be drawn and rushed towards the bayonet crazily.

In mid air, the sword awn that blocks the sky and the sun emerges, rolling up endless power and killing, facing Wang Fan.

In this scene, I can't help looking at the many friars under the stage.

While they are crazy away, they release their mental strength and lock the battle platform firmly.

They want to know whether Wang Fan, who has won 95 games in a row, can resist the blow like destroying the sky and the sun.

Wang Fan looked at the dense, sun blocking sword awn, and felt the terrible power contained in it. While his face was more dignified, he couldn't help breathing deeply.

"I don't want to die, so you have to die!"

He also coldly said, the aura in his body was like the torrent of breaking the levee, and it came out in a frenzy. At the same time, he waved the shadow knife strangely in his hand and chopped it out mercilessly.

"The great wilderness will be destroyed!"

With a low roar in his heart, this is the first time that the respected martial arts skill he just controlled has been used against the enemy.