Chapter 3523

"Big shift of space?"

Little Wang Ye's face was gloomy and terrible, and he didn't know that at that critical moment, Wang Fanshi's exhibition space moved and disappeared in its original place?

Little Wang Ye did not continue to chase, but looked up at the sky with a gloomy face.

At a distance of several thousand meters, Wang Fan's figure emerged, and a huge sword burst out from him. The next moment, his fourth sword had been directly cut down.

Boom!

As soon as the fourth move of Shenjian comes out, there is a roaring sound between heaven and earth, as if the end is coming.

A dense of horror sword Qi, directly submerged the void, straight toward the little prince cut down.

And in the center of the thousands of sword Qi, there is a bright and incomparable huge sword Qi.

It was like the king of ten thousand swords. It seemed to destroy everything.

The little prince felt the power of the fourth move of the magic sword, and his pupils couldn't help shrinking slightly.

Under Wang Fan's fourth sword, Rao felt an extremely dangerous breath.

He didn't dare to shake it directly. Instead, he yelled, "Heavenly King armor!"

With the sound, Xianyuan between heaven and earth began to gather crazily. Just in a moment, pieces of heavy armor were formed on his body surface.

The emperor's armor is a very advanced martial art in the royal palace. It is said that if you reach the highest level of cultivation, you can completely resist the attack of the powerful Immortal Emperor.

It's just that the Little Wang Ye has three levels of cultivation, and obviously has not reached the level of perfection.

His king's armor is just at the beginning of cultivation.

However, even if it was like this, it would be able to block the full force of the later strong of the general immortal Zun.

While gathering the armor of the king of heaven, he pointed his index fingers to the sky, mobilized the energy of gold elements between heaven and earth, formed sharp blades, and tore away the sword Qi from all over the sky. Then he began to retreat madly.

Little Wang Ye has never thought that only a fairy king can be so strong.

He never thought that one day, when he faced the mole ants on the eighth floor of the Immortal King, he even needed to retreat.

Boom!

All over the sky, the golden sharp blade collided with those sword Qi and made an enlightening sound.

Under the impact of that kind of energy, the ripples of energy spread out like crazy waves, raging towards the surrounding.

However, how can the sharp edges of gold elements condensed by the Little Wang Ye resist the sword spirit torn by the fourth move of the divine sword displayed by Wang Fanshi?

Just for a moment, the countless golden blades have been completely torn.

That bright sword light, carrying endless sword Qi, with lightning speed, directly caught up with the retreating little prince, hit his body.

The fury of the sword Qi rips on the king's armor. Just a few breaths, the armor has been torn to pieces.

Although the king's armor is not vulgar, it can't resist the fourth move of Wang Fan's divine sword because he can't practice it to a great degree.

All over the sky, the sword Qi tore the king's armor, and then blasted him.

Hiss, hiss.

Little Wang Ye's body immediately splashed out a blood fog, the whole person was like a broken kite, directly flew out.

His face was very pale.

Next, the friars couldn't believe their eyes when they saw this scene.

Strong as Wang Ye, are they all defeated by Wang Fan?

How is that possible?

You know, Wang Fan's accomplishments are only eight levels of immortals.

Is this the powerful and overbearing little prince they know?

Shock!

The shock of death!

Everyone's eyes widened and they even forgot to breathe.

Wang Fan stood up in the air, but he didn't pay any attention to the little prince who was seriously injured and fell.

The sword in his hand was dancing, and he had already started to gather the fifth move of the divine sword.

As the saying goes, Wang Fan will not be careless at this time and will not give the little prince any chance to kill him while he is ill.

The Little Wang Ye saw that Wang Fan started to gather the fifth sword again, and his face became more iron green.

He clenched his fists, stared at Wang Fan angrily, and said, "what do you want to do? This is Fengtian City, the territory of the royal palace. If you kill me, aren't you afraid that you can't get out of Fengtian city? "

When he said this, Xiao Wang Ye was extremely depressed.

His little prince, as the supreme pride of the three levels of immortals, had to be carried out of the royal palace to threaten him because he was suppressed by the eight levels of immortals.

What a shame?

What annoys him even more is that even though he has been injured, Wang Fan didn't dare to approach him and didn't give him a chance.

This made him very unwilling.You know, although he was injured, the actual injury was far less serious than it seemed.

As long as Wang Fan's vigilance is relaxed and within ten feet of him, he will have another 80% confidence to turn defeat into victory and kill Wang Fan at one stroke.

However, Wang Fan was too careful. He was too careful and didn't give him any chance.

"The territory of the royal palace? So what? Do you think someone will come to save you in the royal palace? "

Wang Fan sneered. He didn't hesitate. He soon got together and cut out the fifth move of the sword.

The bright light of the sword cuts through the void and rolls towards the little prince as if it were a God's sword.

The little prince felt this scene, his face really changed, and he became extremely pale.

At this moment, he clearly felt the breath of death.

This sword, he simply can't stop, as long as fall, he will die.

"No, no!"

Little Wang Ye mobilized the whole body Xian yuan, not willing to roar up.

Just, what's the use?

The sword soon fell from the sky and chopped at his body.

However, when the little prince was about to be killed, suddenly, Wang Fan's face changed and suddenly began to retreat.

At the same time, there was a loud bang. The terrible sword was caught by the palm of the hand and crushed directly.

I saw that a middle-aged man in a golden embroidered Dragon Robe had appeared in front of the prince like a ghost.

This middle-aged man, holding a folding fan, stares at Wang Fan coldly, and his eyes are full of killing intention.

"Bold! How dare you make trouble in my royal palace, and how dare you kill Tianjiao in my royal palace. How dare you

The middle-aged man stares at Wang Fan coldly, just an angry voice, Wang fan then feels the innumerable sound wave attack.

That innumerable sound waves, like a sharp blade, rushed into his eardrum madly, making his head buzzing and his body constantly retreating.

Terror!

It's terrible!

With such strength, he is definitely a tough character in xianzun's later period.

Wang Fan's heart screams that it's bad. Isn't old Yan going to the imperial palace? In this case, how can someone come to save the little prince?

Seeing the middle-aged man, the little prince was stunned at first, and then overjoyed, "Uncle Sanwang, you are finally here. Help me kill him, help me kill him."

At this moment, the little prince has completely lived up to the calm and elegant manner he used to preside over the banquet in Fengtian building, and his face is extremely ferocious.

Wang Fan abused him so miserably that his love almost fell. If he didn't kill Wang Fan, how could he raise his head in the future?

The middle-aged man took a look at Xiao Wang Ye, nodded, then looked at Wang Fan and slowly extended his hand.