Wang Fan could clearly feel the powerful aura on the opponent's body.
This person is definitely a strong person in the ninth level of King Realm. Without using the killing spear, he is enough to attract his attention.
"Look, No. 38 actually took out a weapon."
"Is this the first time he has taken out a weapon in so many battles?"
"It seems that No. 38's opponent this time is not easy."
As Wang Fan grabbed the Shadow Blade, there was an uproar on the scene, and many monks couldn't help but started talking.
You must know that in the previous ninety-five battles, Wang Fan never used any weapons and only relied on physical fists or flesh palms to win.
But this time, before the battle even started, Wang Fan had already grabbed the weapon, which showed how much he valued the young man in front of him.
The young man who had taken the Huarong Pill looked at Wang Fan coldly, and took out a bayonet with a cold light shining in his hand.
He did not take action immediately, but stared at Wang Fan like a vicious wolf, seemingly looking for an opportunity to take action.
Wang Fan did not take action immediately, but also looked at the young man coldly.
The atmosphere became subtle at this moment, and the entire square seemed to be exuding a depressing atmosphere.
Although the two of them haven't taken action yet, everyone can feel the terrifying storm that is about to come.
Their breathing also became heavier, and they stared at Wang Fan and the young man without blinking, as if they were afraid of missing any details.
This silence lasted for about a few minutes. At a certain moment, the young man finally couldn't help it and took the lead to move.
He suddenly opened his mouth and shouted loudly, stamped his right foot on the ground, and with an ear-splitting roar and a terrifying energy storm, his whole body rushed towards Wang Fan like an arrow from a string.
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At this moment, the aura of the ninth level of King Realm on his body completely exploded, like a wild beast.
"Death!" The young man had not rushed to Wang Fan.
, he let out a loud shout, and then swung the bayonet in his right hand suddenly, whipping up a terrifying storm of energy, and stabbed Wang Fan fiercely.
The boundless violent killing force stirred up at this moment, and the bayonet burst out with a dazzling glow, slashing towards Wang Fan with a terrifying force.
Wang Fan's eyelids couldn't help but twitch. He also slammed his right leg on the ground and jumped forward. At the same time, the shadow knife in his hand had already drawn a long arc in the air, facing the opponent's bayonet.
The shadow knife set off a fierce wind, and collided hard with the opponent's bayonet, making a loud noise like the clash of swords.
Immediately, the two figures could not help but start to retreat at the same time.
Kick, kick, kick, they both took more than ten steps back before they stabilized their bodies.
At present, the two are equally matched.
Seeing this scene, the monks in the audience couldn't help but gasped.
This ordinary-looking young man actually fought evenly with Wang Fan, who had won ninety-five games in a row.
This scene is simply shocking.
On the tall building in the distance, the people of the Yu family who watched the two fighting could not help but frown.
They obviously did not expect that Wang Fan would be able to fight evenly with the young man.
You know, that young man is a veteran of the Yu family, and his strength ranks among the top five in the entire Yu family.
Even if one looks at the younger generation of the entire Huri Empire, there are only a handful of young people who can match him.
"Where did this No. 38 come from and how could he be so powerful?"
"When I look at his aura, it seems that he only has the fifth level of King Realm. When did the fifth level of King Realm become so terrifying?"
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The people were muttering to themselves, their faces extremely gloomy.
If that young man cannot defeat Wang Fan, the champion of this trial will really have no chance with Yushan.
Wang Fan didn't know that there were still people paying attention to him on the high platform in the distance. After all, his mental power could not be dispersed all the time.
At this time, he was staring at the young man in front of him with all his concentration. After a brief silence, he rushed towards the young man like a tiger and launched an active attack for the first time.
Wang Fan was extremely fast and had already rushed in front of the young man in an instant.
The spiritual energy in his body roared, and the shadow knife emitted a dazzling cold light, constantly slashing towards the young man, like a violent storm, rolling endlessly. .??.
Facing Wang Fan's crazy offensive, the young man's expression couldn't help but change slightly. He retreated crazily, grabbed his bayonet and started to resist.
The sound of "dang-dang-dang-dang" kept coming from the battle platform, and the energy roared crazily. The monks below the stage were so excited that their blood boiled with excitement.
Wang Fan slashed eighteen times in a row before stopping the first round of attack.
He looked at the young man in front of him, and his expression became even more solemn.
In this case, if he didn't use king-level martial arts, it might be difficult to defeat the opponent.
Because the young man had been passive before, he looked quite embarrassed, his face was pale, and his clothes were even damaged in many places.
He stared at Wang Fan with the same serious expression, and his eyes were getting colder and colder.
"You are very good, but today, you are still going to die!" A hoarse voice came from his mouth for the first time, and immediately, his whole aura suddenly changed again.
Bang bang bang.
There was a series of explosions, and the clothes on his upper body suddenly exploded directly. Veins and blood vessels bulged all over his body. Tiny streams of spiritual energy flowed from those meridians and blood vessels like gurgling streams, and finally converged on the bayonet in his right hand.
Under the influx of spiritual energy, the bayonet in his hand suddenly glowed brightly, the blade trembled slightly and made a harsh sound.
The terrifying and gloomy murderous intent spread out crazily from the bayonet, and in an instant, it swept the entire square.
Feeling the cold and cold murderous intent, the faces of many monks present changed greatly. Some of those with low strength could not help but start to tremble.
They felt as if they were in a Jiuyou ice cellar, with chills all over their bodies and ice-cold to the bones.
"The last blow will kill you or me!" The young man looked at Wang Fan coldly, shouted in a low voice again, and immediately, the bayonet suddenly swung out.
As the bayonet was swung out, there was a bang, and at this moment, the color of the world changed!
The surging spiritual energy in his body rushed towards the bayonet crazily as if it was being pulled.
In mid-air, the sword light that covered the sky and the sun emerged, unleashing endless power and murderous intent, and fiercely covered Wang Fan.
Seeing this scene, the many monks in the audience could not help but have their eyelids twitching.
While they were moving away crazily, they were emitting mental power and firmly locked onto the battlefield.
They wanted to know whether Wang Fan, who had won ninety-five games in a row, could withstand this blow that would destroy the world.
Wang Fan looked at the dense sword light that covered the sky and the sun, and felt the terrifying power contained in it. His face became more solemn, and he couldn't help but take a deep breath.
"I don't want to die, so you have to die!"
He said the same coldly, and the spiritual energy in his body surged out like a torrent that burst a dam. At the same time, he swung the shadow knife in his hand strangely, and slashed out fiercely.
"The Great Desolation Destroys the Sky!"
With a low roar in his heart, the supreme martial skill he had just mastered was finally used against an enemy for the first time.
This chapter has been completed!