In front of Wang Fan, the fiftieth peak Holy Emperor monk had already stepped out.
This turned out to be a female nun, a female nun with a stern face, dressed in black, but carrying a bow and arrow.
When Wang Fan saw this female cultivator, he couldn't help but be slightly startled: "Archer?"
To be honest, he has seen very few archer monks over the years, and even fewer archer monks at the peak of the Holy Emperor.
Wang Fan looked at this woman and couldn't help but feel a little interested.
This time, he rarely made the first move, but instead waited for the opponent's attack.
Seeing Wang Fan like this, the monks below were all a little furious.
"Hey, what are you doing standing there, why don't you take action quickly?"
"I said you are a fool. That is an archer, a powerful archer. Faced with such an opponent, you don't take the initiative to attack at close range, and you still stand there, waiting to die?"
"Oh, this kid is a little swollen. It seems that it will be difficult for him to win in this fiftieth game."
Countless monks couldn't help shouting in dissatisfaction, because throwing rotten eggs was not allowed here, otherwise they would all rush to greet Wang Fan.
Even those big shots couldn't help but shake their heads slightly when they saw this scene.
I just feel that Wang Fan is not rigorous enough, too reckless and arrogant.
Arnold also clenched his little fists tightly and looked at Wang Fan without blinking, his heart full of worry.
But be sure nothing happens, otherwise it would be a pity if Wang Fan was killed.
After all, this kind of thing is very common.
Not to mention that Wang Fan only won forty-nine games in a row, even if he won ninety-nine games in a row, it would be in vain if he was killed in the last game.
Wang Fan glanced at the monks below, his eyes a little unkind, but he was too lazy to pay attention to them.
Those scumbags know nothing.
How could he, Wang Fan, be guessed by those people?
While Wang Fan was waiting, the archer woman also moved.
She did not enter the battlefield space, but the moment she stepped onto the battlefield, she quickly retreated and quickly came to a corner far away from Wang Fan.
Then, the divine energy in her body surged, and while the Holy Emperor's peak realm pressed towards Wang Fan, a pair of skilled hands also took down the bow and arrow from behind.
Obviously, this woman is also an experienced master in combat and knows how to maximize her advantages.
She bent the bow and set the arrow almost in one go. Soon, with a surge of divine energy, the bowstring in her hand was stretched to the full moon.
At this moment, Wang Fan clearly saw subtle spatial cracks appearing at the tip of the arrow.
You must know that the space here is still extremely solid. It is not that easy to tear it apart. In theory, only true god-level monks can do it.
But the opponent just bent his bow and set an arrow, and before he shot it, he had already stirred up a crack in the space. From this, we can see how terrifying the power of this arrow would be if it were shot.
"Hey, it's over."
"My poor crystal, it's all in vain."
"What a fool!"
Although those below were unable to feel the pressure due to the barrier's resistance.
But when I glanced over, I could still see the cracks in the space.
For a moment, they couldn't help but lament, and the eyes they looked at Wang Fan showed incomparable hatred and resentment.
In their opinion, Wang Fan was simply horribly stupid, truly unimaginable.
Wang Fan, however, didn't bother to pay attention to those people at all, but calmly stared at the woman in black in front of him, as if waiting for her to shoot the arrow.
That woman in black
Seeing Wang Fan's expression, Zi's expression didn't change at all. Soon, her left hand relaxed slightly.
With a whoosh, the arrow wrapped around the divine energy, setting off a terrifying killing force, and shot towards Wang Fan.
Wherever the arrow passed, cracks in space kept appearing, and Wang Fan felt a murderous intent locking him completely.
If his fighting power is equal to this woman's, or if his will is weak, I'm afraid that his killing power alone will be able to defeat his will.
It's a pity that Wang Fan's fighting power is much stronger than this woman, and his determination is much firmer than that of many monks.
Therefore, to Wang Fan, that killing momentum seemed very insignificant.
The arrow broke through the air and quickly shot towards Wang Fan. Wang Fan just stretched out two fingers casually, without even activating his divine energy, and easily caught the arrow.
Seeing this scene, countless monks couldn't help but open their mouths, feeling that their outlook on life was ruined.
Wang Fan smiled slightly: "Give it back to you."
As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked the hand holding the arrow, and with a whoosh, the arrow shot back at a faster speed. The female cultivator wanted to dodge, but she was too late.
With a pop, the sharp arrow tip pierced her shoulder blade, drawing a pool of blood.
The female cultivator glanced at Wang Fan with a pale face, gritted her teeth and drew out the arrow, then turned and left without saying a word.
She was defeated, completely defeated, and there was no need to continue.
The monks present, especially those who had ridiculed Wang Fan earlier, had extremely hot expressions on their faces, feeling as if they had been greatly humiliated.
Wang Fan looked down and said calmly: "Shut up if you don't understand. You are not me, so how do you know what I think? If you are able, come up on your own. If you are not, shut up. Don't seek humiliation."
With one sentence, even many big shots were scolded.
Wang Fan didn't care at all, he fought,
Who are those people? They are watching a show and making comments?
Wang Fan will not spoil them.
When Wang Fan's voice fell, the faces of the monks became extremely hot.
Even some big shots look a little livid.
They also did not expect that Wang Fan would be so bold and dare to slap them in the face like this.
Even some big shots had murderous intent in their eyes.
Wang Fan, however, didn't care at all and was already waiting for his next opponent.
Next, as before, Wang Fan started a winning streak, and each time, he defeated the enemy with one move and would never use a second move.
In this way, he quickly defeated the eighty-seventh game and reached the eighty-eighth.
This time, a young man with a sword came up, a sword cultivator.
This man's eyes were extremely sharp, and he was holding a black divine sword and staring at Wang Fan.
He also saw Wang Fan's previous battles. He was fast and explosive, and he defeated the enemy with one move every time.
Therefore, he concluded the rule that as long as he was faster or avoided Wang Fan's first blow, he would be sure to win.
In fact, not only him, but also many monks watching the battle below thought so.
They all believed that Wang Fan must have learned a heaven-defying martial skill to be able to do such a devastating job.
If Wang Fan cannot kill the enemy with one move, then Wang Fan will be the one who dies.
Wang Fan doesn't know the thoughts of the young man holding the sword, let alone the thoughts of the monks below, otherwise he would have laughed and ridiculed you for not knowing what you are doing.
The reason why he defeated the enemy in one move was not because he had learned powerful martial arts. In fact, in that move, he did not use any martial arts skills at all.
Simply because the opponent is too weak, he can crush it with a casual blow, that's all.
This chapter has been completed!