Wang Fan looked at the sword-carrying young man on the battlefield and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
These guys from the Sword Emperor Palace are all very proud.
He wants to fight Liao Chengyuan as soon as possible and end this matter. Is it so difficult?
Wang Fan became a little impatient, so he lost his previous politeness. He looked at the young man carrying the sword and said,
"The man named Cang Gui just now was as arrogant as you, but everyone has seen the result."
Just one sentence was like a slap on the face of the young man carrying the sword.
He was so angry.
Wang Fan actually compares him with Cang Wei. Doesn't this mean that he is still not good enough in front of Wang Fan, and the result will be the same as Cang Wei?
Who is Cang Gui? He is just a reckless man. How can he be compared with him? This is simply unreasonable!
In the audience, Cang Gui, who had not yet had time to leave, almost couldn't hold back when he heard this and spat out a mouthful of blood.
What is a slap in the face? This is it, but he couldn't refute it.
What qualifications do losers have to speak?
"Okay, you don't need to be angry anymore, just take action and let me experience the strength of this genius like you." Wang Fan didn't bother to be polite and continued to speak.
However, his words were equivalent to another slap on the young man's face.
Wang Fan actually asked him to take action first. Is this disdain for him?
"Okay, very good!" The young man carrying the sword gritted his teeth. As soon as he finished speaking, he drew his sword and slashed towards Wang Fan.
As soon as the sword came out, the sky and the earth were shaken, and the violent sword intent surged out overwhelmingly, directly oppressing Wang Fan's body.
The terrifying sword power made even the onlookers feel suffocated, and they had to retreat again and again.
In any case, this young man carrying a sword is the eighth-level genius of the Sword Emperor Palace, and his strength is naturally beyond doubt.
Let alone the Sword Emperor Palace, even looking at the entire academy, how many people are his opponents?
Wang Fan felt the power of the Lingtian sword on the young man and had no intention of retreating.
He didn't even draw his sword, he just stepped out and killed the young man like lightning.
The fist wind was excited, bombarding the terrifying sword force, a banging sound was heard, and the sword force was shattered.
This scene is very similar to how Cang Gui smashed Wang Fan's thunder dragon with his fist before.
However, Wang Fan is not ashamed.
After he punched away those swords, he moved forward again, approaching the young man's body.
The young man looked at this scene and his eyes narrowed slightly.
The sword on his body was stronger and fiercer, and his whole body seemed to have formed a sword, a killing sword, and he killed Wang Fan directly at lightning speed.
However, Wang Fan did not dodge or dodge, his right hand had already turned into a palm and was shot forward.
boom!
There was an explosion, and Wang Fan began to retreat.
This is the first time he has retreated since today's battle.
But at the same time, the young man carrying the sword was also knocked back, and the energy and blood in his body began to boil.
His body transformed into a sword, and although he repelled Wang Fan, Wang Fan's power also defeated him.
With just one blow, he already understood that Wang Fan was a formidable opponent, one that he could never underestimate.
"Didn't you say you are enough to destroy me? Why, you only have this little strength?" Wang Fan stabilized his body and spoke sarcastically.
The moment the words came out, his figure had already rushed towards the young man carrying the sword again.
The young man with the sword on his back stared at Wang Fan with cold eyes and violent murderous intent emerging from his body.
He held the sword in his right hand and struck out with one sword after another.
In a burst of chissing sounds, streaks of sword light tore out in the air. In just a moment, the entire sky was submerged in the sword light.
The sword's light is bright, the sword's intention is sky-high, and its power is unparalleled.
Every ray of sword light contains terrifying killing power. This is a killing sword, a killing sword.
Wang Fan stood proudly in the void, like a god of war. Faced with the surging sword light, he was not afraid. He only saw his hands raised and kept beating forward.
Huge palm shadows formed in mid-air, constantly slapping towards those sword lights.
The sound of explosions continued to be heard, and both began to collapse at the same time.
Using palms against swords, they were evenly matched.
Those onlookers were shocked again. Not only did Wang Fan have an extraordinary understanding of sword intention, but his understanding of martial arts was equally extraordinary.
They could naturally see that Wang Fan had displayed powerful martial arts.
Of course, the young man carrying the sword also displayed powerful martial arts, but they were all blocked by Wang Fan.
"You said that I am not worthy of fighting Liao Chengyuan, but you are enough to destroy me. Could it be that this is your strength? Who do you think you are qualified to say that you are enough to destroy me?"
Wang Fan said disdainfully, and suddenly, the offensive changed drastically.
He suddenly stepped out, turned his palm into a fist, and struck the young man with the sword on his back.
With just one step, he seemed to have traveled through the distance of time and space and came to the young man carrying the sword.
The young man carrying the sword felt this scene, and his expression changed drastically, but his speed was not slow either. He started to retreat in an instant, and even struck out with a sword.
Boom.
The fist wind surged on that sword, and the fist shattered and the sword shattered.
At this time, the back sword had already taken the advantage like lightning and struck out the second sword.
The sword light flashed, as fast as a ghost, and pierced Wang Fan like lightning.
However, just when the sword light was about to hit Wang Fan, Wang Fan had already taken the second step.
When he took this step, it was as if he had gone through precise calculations and dodged the sword just right.
At the same time, Wang Fan's second punch had also followed.
Eight-step boxing, one punch per step, is extremely mysterious.
The face of the young man carrying the sword changed drastically, and his figure suddenly retreated.
This time, he had no energy left to fight back and could only retreat.
However, although his speed is fast, it is still inferior to Wang Fan.
Wang Fan's fist still landed on him, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Are all the people in the Sword Emperor Palace as arrogant as you? They don't have much strength, but they are still so arrogant?"
"Didn't you say you are enough to destroy me? Why haven't you been able to destroy me yet? Who is destroying whom?"
Wang Fan's voice echoed through the sky, making the face of the young man carrying the sword even more ugly.
He even felt that the way others looked at him was as if they were looking at an idiot.
Asking for humiliation is asking for self-humiliation.
However, Wang Fan still didn't give him a chance. Almost as soon as the words came out, he took the third step and punched out the third time.
This punch landed directly and firmly on the young man carrying the sword. There were two banging sounds, the sword in his hand shattered, and his body was smashed to the bottom of the fighting platform.
With a bang, his body hit the ground hard, and his face was ashen.
For sword cultivators, the sword is where the person is, and the sword is everything to them.
But now, his sword is broken, which means that his faith has collapsed, and his Taoist heart has been severely hit.
"Are all the people in the Sword Emperor's Palace as evil-minded as you? If you win, you will win, so why bother to attack other people's minds? You are a person with a heart that can be punished."
A deep voice came from the direction of the Sword Emperor Palace, and then a young man with extraordinary temperament walked out of the Sword Emperor Palace.
He looks ordinary, but his temperament is extremely extraordinary.
He didn't carry a sword on his back, but his whole body looked like a sword.
The moment he appeared, thousands of eyes were focused on him, as if he was the only one left in the whole world.
And he, step by step, walked towards Wang Fan and towards the fighting stage.
Wang Fan looked at this person and narrowed his eyes slightly.
Although he has never met this person, and this person has not claimed his identity, he already knows who this person is.
The evil figure on the eighth floor of the Sword Emperor Palace is also the ultimate goal of his trip, Liao Chengyuan!