Chapter 2941

Wang Fan looked at the young man with a sword on his back, and he couldn't help sighing.

These guys in Jiandi Palace are very proud.

Is it so difficult for him to fight Liao Chengyuan and end this matter as soon as possible?

Wang Fan was a little impatient, so he didn't have the courtesy before. He looked at the young man with the sword and said,

"the man named Cang Kui just now was as arrogant as you, but we all saw the result."

Just a word, just like a slap in the face, severely beat on the young man with sword.

That anger in his heart.

Wang Fan even compared him with Cang Kui. Isn't that to say that he still didn't see enough in front of Wang Fan, and the result would be like Cang Kui?

What's the shame? It's just a rude man. Can you compare with him? What a shame!

Under the stage, that hasn't had time to leave of the Cang shame, hear this words, almost didn't restrain, a mouthful of blood spurt out.

What is face slapping? That's it. But he can't refute it.

Losers, what qualifications to speak?

"Well, you don't have to be angry. Let me understand your arrogant strength." Wang fan is too lazy to be polite and continues to say.

However, his words were equivalent to another slap on the face of the young man.

Is Wang Fan disdaining him for asking him to do it first?

"Good, good!" The young man with the sword on his back crunched his teeth. When his words fell, he drew his sword and chopped it at Wang Fan.

A sword out, heaven and earth swing, the fury of the sword, directly oppressed Wang Fan's body.

The terrible sword power, even those onlookers, felt a touch of suffocation, they had to retreat again and again.

In any case, this young man with sword is the pride of the eighth floor of Jiandi palace, and his strength is beyond doubt.

Let alone Jiandi palace. Even if we look at the whole college, how many people are his opponents?

Wang Fan felt the power of Lingtian sword on the young man, and didn't retreat at all.

He didn't even put out a knife. He just stepped out and killed the young man like lightning.

The fists were excited and bombed on the terrible sword force. The sound of boom and clatter came out and the sword force was smashed.

This scene is very similar to the Thunder Dragon of Wang Fan who was smashed by Cangqian's fist before.

However, Wang fan is not ashamed.

After he opened the sword with one punch, his figure had moved forward again and approached the young man's body.

The young man looked at the scene with his eyes slightly fixed.

His sword was stronger and fiercer. It seemed that he had formed a sword, a sword of killing and cutting, and killed Wang Fan with lightning speed.

Wang fan is not dodge, his right hand has become a palm, toward the front shot.

Boom!

With a bang, Wang Fan began to retreat.

This is the first time he has retreated since today's battle.

But in the same way, the young man with sword on his back was also shaken back, and his Qi and blood rolled up.

Although he defeated Wang Fan, Wang Fan's strength also defeated him.

With only one blow, he knew that Wang Fan was a strong enemy, and he could not be underestimated.

"Didn't you say it was enough to destroy me? Why, just a little strength?" Wang Fan kept his figure steady and his voice was sarcastic.

At the moment when the words came out, his figure had rushed to the young man with sword on his back again.

The young man with sword on his back stares at Wang Fan, his eyes are cold, and his body is full of fury.

He held a sword in his right hand and chopped it out with one sword after another.

In a burst of hissing sound, a sword light rips out in the air. Just in a moment, the whole sky is submerged in the sword light.

The light of the sword is bright, the meaning of the sword is strong and fierce.

Every sword light contains the power of terror. It's the sword of killing and the sword of cutting.

Wang Fan stands in the void like the God of war. In the face of his surging sword, he was not afraid. I saw his hands raised, constantly toward the front of the beat out.

A huge shadow of the palm in the air, constantly toward those sword light.

The sound of the explosion continued to spread, and both began to collapse at the same time.

It's not so bad that you can fight with your hand against your sword.

Those onlookers were shocked again. Wang Fan's understanding of the meaning of the sword is not only extraordinary, but also extraordinary even for his understanding of martial arts.

Naturally, they can see that Wang Fan has exerted his strong martial arts skills.

Of course, the young swordsman also showed his strong martial arts skills, but they were all blocked by Wang Fan.

"You say I'm not worthy to fight with Liao Chengyuan. You are enough to destroy me. Is that your strength? What is it that can be said to be enough to destroy me? "

Wang Fan said disdainfully, suddenly, the offensive changed greatly.He suddenly stepped out, turned his palm into a fist, and roared at the young man with sword on his back.

Just one step, it seems that through the distance of time and space, came to the young man with sword.

The young man with sword on his back felt the scene and his face changed greatly. However, his speed was not slow. He began to retreat in an instant, and he also made a sword.

Bang, click.

The style of boxing surges on that sword, the fist is broken and the sword is broken.

At this time, the back sword had taken the lead and split the second sword.

The light of the sword is flashing, fast as a ghost, and it stabs Wang fan like lightning.

However, when the sword light was about to kill Wang Fan, Wang Fan had already taken the second step.

He took this step as if he had experienced precise calculation and just avoided the sword.

At the same time, Wang Fan's second punch has been followed.

Eight step boxing, one step at a time, is extremely mysterious.

The young man with sword on his back changed his face greatly and his figure suddenly retreated.

This time, he has no spare force to fight back, can only retreat.

However, although his speed is fast, it is still worse than Wang Fan.

Wang Fan's fist still fell on him, which made him vomit a mouthful of blood essence.

"Are all the people in Jiandi palace so arrogant to you? Not much strength, but still so arrogant? "

"Didn't you say that you were enough to destroy me? Why didn't you destroy me? Who destroyed me?"

Wang Fan's voice came out and resounded through the sky, which made the young man's face more ugly.

He even felt that other people looked at him as if they were looking at idiots.

Self humiliation, that's self humiliation.

However, Wang Fan still did not give him a chance, almost in the voice of the moment, the third step, has stepped out, and blew out the third punch.

This fist directly and solidly fell on the young man with the sword on his back. There were two loud sounds. His sword was broken in his hand, and his body was also smashed under the platform.

With a bang, his body hit the ground heavily and his face was as gray as ashes.

For Jianxiu, the sword is in people, and the sword is everything to them.

But now, his sword has been broken, which means that his faith has collapsed, and the heart of Tao has suffered a great blow.

"Are all the people in Daodi palace as evil as you? If you win, you will win. Why should you strike others' heart? You are a man to blame. "

A low voice came from the direction of Jiandi palace, and then a young man with extraordinary temperament came out of Jiandi palace.

His appearance is ordinary, but his temperament is extraordinary.

He didn't carry a sword, but he was like a sword.

At the moment when he appeared, thousands of eyes were focused on him, as if he was the only one left in the whole world.

And he, step by step, went to Wang Fan, to the battlefield.

Wang Fan looked at the man with a slight squint in his eyes.

Although he has not seen this person and he has not declared his name, he already knows who this person is.

The eighth level monster in Jiandi palace is also the ultimate goal of his trip, Liao Chengyuan!