Wang Fan's face became solemn when he faced the heavy gunshots fired by Cuba.
He could clearly sense that among the heavy gun shadows in Cuba, there was an extremely violent power, which even made him feel palpitations.
Gun skills!
This must be a gun skill!
Wang Fan thought this in his heart and slowly closed his eyes.
Because under this situation, his naked eyes could no longer distinguish where the real gun body was.
Moreover, with his eyes open, the faint light from the shadow of the gun would sting his eyes. It would be better to use his mental strength to check where the gun is.
Wang Fan's mental energy swept out crazily, but he felt dizzy.
There was no way, there were too many gun shadows transformed by Cuba, and the gun shadows circulated extremely fast, even if he used his mental power to check them, it was a bit difficult.
But at this time, Wang Fan couldn't give up at all. Once he didn't notice where the gun was, he would definitely be injured. And once he was injured, it meant failure and missed the chance to win the championship.
Only then did Wang Fan realize how terrible Cuba was.
As one of the top six seeded players, this Cuban is so many times better than Liang Yunshan and Mi Ting.
Oh my god, what's going on? Why did Wang Fan close his eyes?
Did he feel that he had no hope and just gave up?
How can this be?
The people below looked at Wang Fan who closed his eyes and all screamed in shock.
They really couldn't understand why Wang Fan closed his eyes in this situation.
If Wang Fan gave up, they wouldn't believe it at all.
Wang Fan could injure five people from Luo Yinshui with his own strength, so how could he be afraid of Cuba?
Wang Fanke ignored everyone's speculation and shock. His mental energy was frantically involved in the shadow of the gun. He followed the shadow of the gun and looked for the gun body.
At the same time, he also began to retreat sharply.
There is no other way but to retreat, because if he does not retreat, countless gun shadows will bombard him.
Kill! Seeing Wang Fan retreat with his eyes closed, Cuba roared crazily, yelled one word, and then struggled forward. Countless transformed gun shadows instantly rolled towards Wang Fan.
Wang Fan closed his eyes tightly and his expression was slightly condensed. Just when he was forced to the edge of the ring and the gun shadow was about to approach, he suddenly moved.
Whoosh!
The shadow knife was unsheathed, creating a streak of white smoothness, and struck hard at the gun shadow.
There was a clanging sound, like the sound of gold and iron, and everyone couldn't help but cover their ears.
Immediately afterwards, they were horrified to see that the countless gun shadows dissipated instantly, and then Cuba's spear was swung away.
Gu Guba's face changed wildly. He never expected that Wang Fan not only found the gun body, but also accurately launched his spear.
How can this be?
You know, the spear skills he displayed were his trump card, and he never failed.
Not to mention finding the barrel of the gun and throwing the spear away, it was impossible to avoid his spear skills. But now, the impossible was made possible by Wang Fan.
How did he do it? Cuba was shaking in his heart, muttering to himself.
At this time, Wang Fan had already opened his eyes, and with a flash of his body, he rushed toward Cuba with the Thunder Fist!
A low voice came from his throat, and Wang Fan's fist was like thunder, and he blasted toward Cuba in an instant.
The sky was filled with thunder, and the sound of thunder was rolling!
Cuba's only strength is the spear, which is useless in close combat. Now that the spear has been blown away, how can he still have the strength to fight?
After just four punches, he couldn't bear it anymore and was sent flying out, falling heavily under the ring.
Cheng Rang. Wang Fan did not take advantage of the victory to pursue and kill them all. Instead, after standing still on the ring, he cupped his fists and said.
Gu Guba took a deep look at Wang Fan, smiled with an ugly face, and quickly returned to his position to recuperate.
Wang Fan won and got one point. The next challenger was Zhen Min. The old man's voice came out again, and Zhen Min slowly stood up.
But after her eyes turned around the four Wang Fans, she chose Cuba, who had just been defeated by Wang Fan.
There was no way. She had already fought Han Qingyi once and lost, and she was not sure about dealing with Wang Fan. As for Lei He, he was already a loser. It didn't make much sense for her to choose Lei He, so she could only choose Cuba.
When Gu Guba heard Zhen Min challenging him, he did not hesitate, quickly swallowed a few pills, and then stepped onto the ring again.
This time, Guba didn't warm up, didn't talk nonsense, and used his spear skills to deal with Wang Fan.
Zhen Min couldn't find the gun body at all. After just holding on for a few breaths, she was defeated and flew off the ring.
At this time, the top three have almost been decided, that is Wang Fan, Han Qingyi, and Gu Gu. Unless Lei He challenges Han Qingyi or Wang Fan can win, he can buck the trend.
Next, it was Lei He's turn to choose someone, and Lei He chose Han Qingyi without any surprise.
Unfortunately, five minutes later, Lei He was defeated miserably by Han Qingyi's soft sword.
After Han Qingyi defeated Lei He, he continued to challenge Cuba without taking a break. In the end, Han Qingyi won.
Next Zhen Min challenged Lei He, and Zhen Min won. When it was Cuba's turn, he had already fought against everyone, so there was no need to fight again.
Soon, the top three, four, and five were identified, namely Guba Zhen Minleh.
As for the first and second, since Wang Fan and Han Qingyi haven't fought yet, it's not clear yet.
Next, Wang Fan faced Zhan Han Qingyi. The old man in charge no longer needed to make a selection and directly announced the battle between the two.
After hearing this, Wang Fanhan and Qingyi stepped onto the stage at the same time.
Han Qingyi's cold eyes stared at Wang Fan with a complicated expression.
She never thought that this ant, whom she looked down upon, could actually stand on the final stage with her and compete for the championship.
Wang Fan's eyes were playful. He looked at Han Qingyi and said lightly, "Aren't you going to teach me a lesson in the game? Now that the opportunity has come, I want to see how you teach me a lesson!"
Humph! Han Qingyi snorted coldly, a cold light flashed in her beautiful eyes, and with a clang, the soft sword in his hand was unsheathed, and it stabbed towards Wang Fan as fast as a stream of light.
Wang Fan grasped the shadow sword in his right hand, and while he was madly facing Han Qingyi's soft sword, he made a fist with his left hand and struck out with a thunder fist.
Boom boom boom boom!
The violent energy was torn apart, and the sound was heavy on the ring.
The swords struck each other, making a loud noise, but Han Qingyi was not afraid of danger, and his slender left hand also formed a fist to meet Wang Fan's Gang Lei Fist.
Bang!
There was a loud noise, and both of them retreated.
Wang Fan took three steps back, while Han Qingyi took four steps back, slightly gaining the upper hand.
Wang Fan looked at this scene and was shocked in his heart.
How is this possible that Han Qingyi, a mere woman in Han Qingyi, can withstand his Gang Lei Fist? You know, before, Cuba couldn't even withstand his Gang Lei Fist.
Compared to Wang Fan's shock, Han Qingyi was even more shocked. She couldn't help but blurt out, "Are you a seventh-level mortal?"
She had not sensed Wang Fan's strength before, but now that she was fighting Wang Fan, she could clearly feel that Wang Fan was only at the seventh level of transcendence.
What, the seventh level of transcendence?
God, how is this possible?
Using the seventh level of transcendence to defeat five nine-level transcendences, one of them even had a half-step realm. Is this still a human being?
Han Qingyi's voice was like a huge stone smashing into the water, causing a storm in an instant!