Chapter 18o7: Breaking the tripod with physical fist
"I really agree with what I said. It's not that enemies don't get together. This world is really small. If you don't want to die, if you don't want to die, just give up and get out. Otherwise, I'm afraid you won't have the chance to give up."
After Wang Fan dodged and landed on the fighting platform, he spoke loudly and disdainfully without waiting for Jing Wu to speak.
His voice was so loud that it spread throughout the square in an instant, attracting countless monks to look at him.
The reason why Wang Fan spoke so harshly was to encourage Jing Wu not to admit defeat. After all, if Jing Wu just gave up without fighting, he really couldn't do anything to the other party.
Jing Wu couldn't help but look ugly after listening to Wang Fan's words.
If Wang Fan didn't speak, he really planned to admit defeat directly.
But Wang Fan said such things in front of so many people. If he, Jing Wu, gave up, where would his face be? For a monk, sometimes, face is more important than anything else.
"Wang Fan, didn't you just use a trick to kill Ge Liang? Why do you dare to be so arrogant? You want me, Jing Wu, to admit defeat, but you still can't do it. I, Jing Wu, want to see what methods you have."
Jing Wu said angrily, and with a move of his right hand, he directly sacrificed the bloody cauldron that had seriously injured Tu Yixiang.
As he waved, the bloody cauldron instantly rose into the air, unleashing endless blood energy and blasting towards Wang Fan.
"Yes, you are very talented. I hope you can continue to be talented." Wang Fan looked at the bloody cauldron and smiled disdainfully.
I saw a move with his right hand, and in an instant, the black iron rod appeared in his hand. Then Wang Fan stood up, grabbed the black iron rod and wildly blasted it towards the bloody cauldron.
At this moment, the monstrous air waves were torn apart, and cracks appeared in the air. In the crazy tearing of the air, the black iron rods hit the bloody cauldron heavily.
boom!
There was a loud noise like the power of heaven, and terrifying energy overflowed, like ripples, spreading in all directions.
However, when those ripples hit the edge of the battle platform, a faint light curtain emerged, which was completely resolved and disappeared.
Obviously, a formation barrier is arranged on this battle platform.
Wang Fan's expression did not change at all, he had long been aware of the existence of the barrier.
But what shocked him was that although his stick blew away the big blood-colored cauldron, the black iron rod shattered with a crackling sound.
Obviously, the bloody cauldron is many times more advanced than the black iron rod, otherwise it would be absolutely impossible to break into pieces.
Everyone in the audience looked at this scene and couldn't help being speechless.
When Wang Fan brought out the black iron rod, they thought the battle was about to end.
After all, Wang Fan had already killed Ge Liang, who was on the fifth level, without even using a weapon. Now facing Jing Wu, who was on the fourth level, he used a weapon again. This Jing Wu was obviously not enough.
But they never expected that Wang Fan's weapon would break into pieces.
This is simply a bit funny.
Jing Wu couldn't help but be slightly stunned when he saw this scene, and then his fighting spirit suddenly rose, and he couldn't help laughing wildly, "I thought you were so capable, but I didn't expect you were just embroidering pillows."
He smiled evilly, and his fighting spirit suddenly reached its peak. He frantically activated the bloody cauldron and continued to bombard Wang Fan.
Under his urging, the big bloody cauldron made a whining sound, and the bloody energy in the air became heavier.
Wang Fan looked at this scene with disdain in his eyes.
He knew that the reason why he completely blew away the bloody cauldron without a single blow was not because of his own strength, but because of the material of the black iron rod.
Also, the black iron rod was given to him by Master Kuye. Master Kuye only has the third level of cultivation, and he has been hiding in Tianyun Kingdom.
In a small place like that, it’s understandable that the things they bring out are not good enough.
As for the golden giant ax, Wang Fan didn't even take it out. Even the black iron rod given to him by Master Ku Ye was shattered by the bombardment of the bloody cauldron. The golden giant ax was even more impressive when he thought about it.
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But he could take out the shadow sword, because he had a vague feeling that his shadow sword was very extraordinary, and it was definitely not comparable to this bloody cauldron.
It's just that King Huanmi is below, so Wang Fan doesn't dare to take out the shadow knife.
When he faced King Huanmi, he had used the Qi Jue Sword. If he took out the Shadow Sword at this time, his identity would be exposed immediately.
Thinking of this, Wang Fan couldn't help but sigh bitterly. However, his movements were not slow at all. The spiritual energy in his body surged wildly, and he waved his fists directly towards the bloody cauldron.
Spiritual energy surged all over the body, and circles of dazzling golden light appeared above his fists. Soon, they were close to the bloody cauldron.
Seeing this scene, not only Jing Wu's expression changed, but also the expressions of the monks below.
What is Wang Fan doing? Is it possible that he wants to use his physical body to challenge the opponent's magic weapon?
After Jing Wu came to his senses, he couldn't help but smile ferociously, "Since you are looking for death, then I will help you."
He smiled ferociously, spraying blood from his mouth and pouring it on the bloody cauldron, and his hands danced faster.
Under his dancing, the bloody cauldron became even brighter red and even more powerful.
The permeating aura gives people the feeling of being in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Wang Fan's expression did not change at all, and his fists quickly struck the bloody cauldron.
Boom boom boom boom!
Several thunderous sounds resounded, and the cauldron trembled violently, and streams of blood mist seeped out of Wang Fan's fists.
However, this is not the key point. The key point is that the blood color of the bloody cauldron became lighter and lighter under Wang Fan's bombardment.
"How is this possible?" Jing Wu looked pale and muttered to himself, but there was madness in his eyes.
He desperately spurted out blood essence and poured it on the bloody cauldron, and his hands danced faster.
Wang Fan's eyes showed disdain, and his eyes remained calm.
He seemed completely unaware of the pain in his fists and continued to attack crazily, ignoring the injuries on his fists.
In fact, if he exerted all his strength, it would only take one punch to knock the cauldron flying and kill Jing Wu. But Wang Fan didn't want to show his strength, so he acted like this.
For him, it is still necessary to keep some trump cards in any situation. Otherwise, once he attracts the attention of some powerful people, he will be in trouble.
After all, what if other city lords discover that Wang Fan is a big threat to the monks in this city and secretly kill him?
He Zhengren didn't dare to mess around, but it didn't mean that others didn't dare to mess around either.
After several more punches, Wang Fan's fists were already a blur of flesh and blood. Looking at the bloody cauldron, the blood color had completely faded, and its power was greatly weakened.
At a certain moment, as Wang Fan punched out again, there was a bang, and the big blood-colored cauldron, after losing its blood color, actually exploded with a bang.
At the same time, Jing Wu, who controlled the bloody cauldron, could not help but spit out several mouthfuls of blood and let out a scream.
His face was extremely pale, and there was only shock in his eyes. He never expected that Wang Fan would use his physical fists to smash his magic weapon.
"I" At this moment, Jing Wu immediately realized that he was definitely no match for Wang Fan. Once the bloody cauldron was broken, he was likely to be killed in the next second, so he planned to admit defeat.
But, how could Wang Fan give him a chance to admit defeat?
The moment he just shouted the word "I", Wang Fan had already flashed in front of him, and his right fist, which was completely stained with blood, hit his head hard.