Chapter 3520

Boom!

As the saying goes, although Wang fan is extremely powerful, he is so arrogant that he provokes all the arrogant people in the presence. How can those arrogant people bear it?

Whoosh, whoosh!

This time, without waiting for the little prince's order, many monks had already risen.

There was a fury in their bodies, and the look in Wang Fan's eyes was cold.

This guy is so arrogant.

No matter how powerful he is?

It's just a fairy tale.

If they are arrogant, one by one, maybe no one is Wang Fan's opponent.

But if they are together, they don't believe they can't kill Wang Fan.

"Arrogant guy, I'll meet you."

"You are just a fairy king. You dare to be so arrogant. Today is the day of your death."

"Arrogant people will not live long after all."

Those friars yelled, and their bodies had already twinkled, and they killed Wang Fan.

Among these monks, there are nine levels of Immortal King, one level of immortal Zun, two levels of immortal Zun, and even one level of immortal Zun.

Fortunately, this place is big enough, otherwise, so many friars would not be able to attack Wang Fan together.

Wang Fan looked at the crazy killing of more than ten people, grinning.

He stepped out, his hands turned into palm shadows, and constantly patted out.

The palms and shadows all contain the elemental energy of gold, which seems to be the essence.

The palms kept popping out, colliding with the attack of those friars, making a low and booming sound.

It wasn't long before the two immortal kings were all taken out by the palmprint and fell to the ground in a mess.

Wang Fan didn't stop and didn't go to see the two immortal kings on the ninth floor.

It's just the ninth floor of the Immortal King. For him now, it's just mole ants. It doesn't pose any threat at all.

He stepped out with thunder at his feet, and then the whole person disappeared in the same place like electricity.

The next moment, Wang Fan will appear next to an immortal.

His palm is like a palm fan, facing each other's face fan in the past.

"You -"

the immortal's face changed greatly. It never occurred to him that in the face of so many people's attacks, Wang Fan even dared to rush into them.

He did not expect that Wang Fan's speed would be so fast. In a short moment, it was already approaching.

With a loud bang, he didn't have time to react, so he felt a pain in his cheek and spat out a mouthful of blood and flew out.

"You want to die."

A shout of anger rang out from Wang Fan's side, and a xianzun, who was closer to Wang Fan, came to kill him with a long knife.

Sharp blade, set off a knife shadow, stabbing Wang fan head.

Hissing, just for a moment, the sharp blade has torn Wang Fan's body.

However, he soon found that what he tore was not Wang Fan's real body, but just a shadow.

As for Wang Fan, he has already disappeared.

Of course, Wang fan can't fight that immortal master. If he is only one person, he won't be afraid at all.

But if he turned to meet each other, the other monks would kill him.

He'll be in danger if he's under siege.

Therefore, Wang fan is very simple to show a big space move, a moment disappeared in place.

When he reappeared, he was behind all the monks.

Wang Fan didn't hesitate at all. Xianyuan in his body roared like an angry dragon, and his fists went straight forward.

Bang bang!

The fist wave attacked the air and hit a monk on the first level and the second level of xianzun.

The two friars vomited blood on the spot and flew forward.

Several friars couldn't dodge and were hit by them.

"The so-called heavenly pride is really vulnerable."

Wang Fan's voice rings with disdain, his right hand suddenly raises and grabs at the void.

Suddenly, in a burst of thunderclap sound, the thunder element energy in the air began to gather madly.

Just in a moment, the energy of those thunder elements has condensed into 13 buckets of thunder dragons.

Each dragon opened its scarlet mouth, opened its teeth and claws, and tore at the thirteen friars.

The thirteen monks, behind the scenes, changed their faces in an instant.

"Friar Lei? And the law of space? "

"How is that possible?"

"No!"

They were shocked and began to mobilize Xianyuan, waving their magic weapons, intending to resist.

However, in spite of this, in a boom sound, there were still six monks were blasted out.The six friars were either swept by the tail or bitten by the mouth of the Thunder Dragon, and fell to the ground one by one, dying.

Thirteen Tianjiao, six more, only seven left.

"It's a weird way."

The faces of the seven were extremely ugly.

They 18 Tianjiao, together, were beaten by Wang Fan.

Who is Wang Fan, and how can he be so powerful?

Is he really only a fairy king?

Among the seven heavenly pride, the immortal's face was also very ugly.

Originally, in his view, it was more than enough to kill Wang Fan with him and the other 17 people.

But now, he found that the number of people is useless to Wang Fan.

What's more, these 18 of them are still a mass of loose sand.

Wang Fan just by virtue of that strange body method, then hit them a falling flower and flowing water.

He waved, and the other six immediately backed away.

He looked at Wang Fan and said coldly, "dare to come to my Fengtian building -"

however, his words were not finished at all, and Wang Fan had already pointed out to him.

Whoosh, whoosh.

The endless wood vines tore the air, just like sharp thorns, and hit him directly.

Seeing this scene, the third floor of xianzun's face became more ugly, and his words had to be swallowed back.

He raised his hand and slapped it forward. In the sound of a click, the endless vine had been smashed and dissipated as elemental energy.

However, just when the vines were smashed, Wang Fan's figure had disappeared in place again.

For a moment, the immortal was standing in the distance, only feeling the edge of his back, and he didn't dare to move any more.

His mental power gushed out crazily and surrounded him. He was afraid that he would be attacked by Wang Fan.

"There are three layers of xianzun, but that's all."

A light floating voice suddenly sounded from behind him.

He was stunned, turned around, palmed his right hand and patted back.

But at this time, Wang Fan's figure appeared on his head, and then a huge foot had stepped on his face.

Bang!

That fairy Zun three directly be stepped on of inverted fly to go out, mercilessly fall to the ground, half face all have already collapsed down.

He wanted to get up and kill Wang Fan, but he was shocked to find that his muscles and veins had been broken.

Wang Fan's figure appeared and he could not help sighing.

The strength of these arrogant people is really too weak.

Otherwise, how could it be so easy for him to defeat the third tier of xianzun?

At least, the perception of the other side, the field of Avenue, is too bad.

Wang Fan didn't go to see the immortal third floor, but looked at the little prince and said with a smile, "it's your turn."