Chapter 3458

Next, there were several strong men of the eight levels of the Immortal King, but none of them was the enemy of the sword repair, and they were all killed by the sword.

After cutting 21 people in a row, Jianxiu finally stopped fighting and left the prisoner's field below.

However, as soon as he flew up from below, several powerful people immediately came to him, obviously trying to win him over.

Wang Fan looked at the scene, eyes slightly bright.

Instead of paying more attention to the situation there, he jumped out of the prison yard.

He also watched it for a while. It's time to do it.

Standing in the prisoner's field, Wang Fan immediately felt an uncomfortable feeling.

It's like a prison here. There are iron walls on all sides, and there are powerful prohibitions on the top. It's like being trapped. It's very depressing.

In this kind of environment, it is a great test of one's mind. If one's mind is not tough enough, he may even fall into madness.

Wang Fan was standing in the prison fighting field, holding a long sword of Immortal King level. His breath was blooming, showing his four layers of cultivation of Immortal King.

After all, as a prisoner, if others don't know his accomplishments, how can they challenge him?

Wang Fan's entry into the prisoner's arena did not attract much attention.

After all, there are too many such things.

Every day, countless people jump out of the prison fighting field, and all of them are numb.

Only by showing the same strength as the famous Jian Xiu can he attract other people's attention.

It wasn't long before Wang Fan was standing in the prison yard, and a figure had already flickered down.

This is a monk on the fourth floor of the Immortal King. He is full of violence. His eyes are bloody red, just like a bloodthirsty wolf.

However, even though he looked cruel, Wang Fan didn't pay much attention at all.

The fourth floor of the fairy king, a monk of this level, can no longer threaten him.

"Kill

After the monk appeared, he took out two blood red wave hammers in his hands, and the immortal realm bloomed on his body. In an instant, he had killed Wang Fan.

The friars who fight in the prisoner's field are all direct fighters. There is little nonsense.

Because they all know that once they talk nonsense, they are likely to show their flaws, or be caught by their opponents, so that they will be killed by one blow.

If you talk too much, you will die faster.

Wang Fan looked at the monk of the fourth floor of the fairy king who had been attacked. His eyes narrowed slightly. He stepped on the ground, took two steps, and then cut out with a knife.

Whoosh!

The sharp blade cuts through the sky, and the powerful power of the road directly tears the other party's immortal realm, and then cuts it on the other party's chest.

Whoa!

A blood light bloomed, the man screamed, stepped back a few steps, and fell down directly.

This scene made the faces of those who came to the door change slightly.

First of all, there was a swordsman who showed extraordinary strength and cut 21 people in the prisoner's field. Now there is another swordsman who is against heaven?

Of course, they just think about it casually. In fact, no one really thinks that Wang Fan will be better than that famous Jian Xiu.

You know, there are also many eight level monks who are three levels higher than him.

Wang Fan's defeat was just a monk in the same area.

There is no comparison between the two.

At the same time, those influential figures in the big family, as well as the Jian Xiu who had not left, all fell on Wang Fan, showing great interest.

Especially in the eyes of the famous Jian Xiu, he had some expectation and fighting spirit.

However, as soon as his expectation and fighting spirit appeared, a noble young man beside him said, "with a sword, don't bully him. His cultivation is just the fourth level of Immortal King."

The young man's words were extremely arrogant, and he looked like an expert. He didn't pay attention to Wang Fan at all.

As a matter of fact, the cultivation of sword, which is called Yijian, is no more than the fifth level of Immortal King.

Just because of the strength against the sky, he can't really be regarded as the five layers of the fairy king.

"Well."

Jian Xiu nodded, and his fighting spirit faded in his eyes.

Before, after fierce competition, Jianxiu finally agreed to join the Lin family, and the young man was Lin Qingtian, the legitimate member of the Lin family.

Not far away from them, the rest of the big family looked at them with envy and regret in their eyes.

In fact, their offer was not bad, but the sword repair finally chose the Lin family, and they had no choice.

Prisoner's field.

Wang fan doesn't know what happened above.

After a knife, he did not hand again, but coldly returned to the original place.

As for the defeated man, he gave Wang Fan a complicated look, then grabbed out the space ring and left it behind. He directly abandoned his meridians and died.The prisoner's field is so cruel that only one person can survive.

Even if the opponent doesn't kill you, if you don't have the strength to defeat the opponent, you must get it from the meteor.

Of course, there is still a gap between being killed and being killed.

Being killed directly means contempt.

Since the meteorite, but also retained a trace of face.

After all, it's very possible to be killed without the whole body, but at least the whole body can be preserved.

Wang Fan looked at the scene, his eyes did not fluctuate much.

Now that we have entered the prisoner's field, we naturally have to abide by the rules of the prisoner's field.

Since the monk chose to come in, he should be ready to die.

Not long after the monk's death, another man jumped down.

After this person appeared, immediately caused a burst of exclamation.

Because this man is very famous. Although he is also the fourth level of the Immortal King, he has fought more than 50 times in a row in the prisoner's field, but he has not been defeated.

It can be said that he has represented the peak fighting power among the four monks of the fairy king.

Before, the reason why he didn't challenge that Jian Xiu was that the opponent was higher than him and showed extraordinary strength. He was not sure.

"The fourth floor of the fairy king again." Wang Fan looked at the monk and couldn't help shaking his head with a bitter smile.

He has been a knife to just that opponent strong defeat, how down or fairy king four. In his opinion, it should be the fifth floor of the Immortal King.

Wang Fan didn't take those people's exclamations seriously.

The four levels of the fairy king, no matter how evil they are, are just the four levels of the fairy king. In the same realm, Wang Fan has never been afraid of anyone.

Sure enough, the next battle was more direct. The weapon of the fourth floor of the Immortal King was a long gun. He was released from the realm of the Immortal King, and his whole body was full of immortal yuan.

The long gun in his hand is tearing out a ripple, just like the spear shadow stabbing Wang Fan, fast to the extreme.

However, it didn't work at all.

Wang Fan still just a few steps, then evaded his attack, and then a knife, completely torn his meridians.

Die!

This scene finally made those who watched the war begin to pay attention to Wang Fan.

It's absolutely not easy for Wang Fan to kill this person with a knife.

Even the eyes of those who didn't get the sword repair just now were slightly wrinkled.

Only Lin Qingtian had a gloomy look in his eyes and a bad face.

Although they seem to be talking and laughing, they all have competition.

And they also have an agreement that each force can only rob one person in a day. If there is a second evil, it can not be robbed.

"Interesting." Lin Qingtian gives Wang Fan a cold glance, and an imperceptible sense of killing emerges in his eyes.

No matter how evil Wang fan is, since his Lin family can't rob him, then kill him.

He won't let the other big families grab the talent.

Of course, although he has the idea of killing, this kind of thing will not be done in the open, but in the dark.