When the surrounding Holy Palace disciples saw Wang Fan and his entourage walking towards the debate platform, they followed them without any hesitation.
Although they all knew that Wang Fan would be humiliating himself by challenging Yunyang, Liu Yidao and others, and the outcome was already doomed, they had nothing to do and they didn't mind going to watch the fun.
Of course, they were also very unhappy with Wang Fan's arrogant behavior, so they also wanted to see Wang Fan's expression after being humiliated.
Soon, Wang Fan was followed by many disciples from the Holy Palace, and they looked quite shocked.
On the way, many unsuspecting disciples saw this scene and followed suit out of curiosity.
Suddenly, there were even more disciples from the Holy Palace after Wang Fan.
In addition, one pass passed to ten, ten passed to hundreds, and the Holy Palace disciples called their friends to watch the fun. Therefore, when Wang Fan and Yunyang stepped onto the debate stage, the number of Holy Palace disciples watching the battle in the audience had already exceeded
Thousands of people.
Wang Fan was quite speechless when he saw this scene.
Are all the disciples of the Holy Palace so idle?
Of course, he thought so in his heart, but he didn't say much.
When Yunyang saw the vast number of Holy Palace disciples in the audience, he felt a sense of pride in his heart and looked quite proud.
He looked up at Wang Fan with contempt and condescension: "Are you ready?"
Six simple words, but full of incomparable confidence and dominance.
That expression was like looking at an ant, an ant that could be easily crushed to death, rather than an opponent of the same level.
"Senior Brother Yunyang, defeat him!"
"Senior Brother Yunyang, we must win!"
"Hmph, a mere third-level Immortal Emperor dares to challenge the genius of our Sword Academy. You are looking for death!"
Under the stage, many Sword Academy disciples were cheering for Yunyang, and the noise was overwhelming.
Wang Fan's side seems much shabby, there isn't even a single person cheering him on.
There is no way, who can make Qiongyuan have fewer disciples.
Of course, Wang Fan didn't care about this. He looked at Yunyang and said calmly: "I should ask you this question. Are you ready?"
His tone was also extremely confident, but to everyone's ears, it seemed a bit arrogant.
I really don’t know where Wang Fan, who is only on the third level of the Immortal Emperor, and who is also a good-for-nothing in Qiongyuan, gets the confidence and confidence. But soon, he will no longer be arrogant, right?
Many people gritted their teeth, but Wang Fan didn't care about them.
He suddenly raised his hands and said loudly: "Wang Fan of Qiongyuan, third level Immortal Emperor, please enlighten me."
The words he said directly made Yunyang's face turn ugly.
He naturally knew what Wang Fan meant.
Wang Fan deliberately asked him to declare his own realm and make him embarrassed.
But despite this, he could not lose his etiquette and could only return the favor with gritted teeth: "Sword Academy Yunyang, Immortal Emperor Fifth Level, please enlighten me."
As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed it with his right hand, and a long sword suddenly appeared in his hand.
In just an instant, his temperament suddenly changed.
His whole body was like a peerless sword, becoming extremely sharp.
At the same time, as he took the long sword, an extremely powerful sword intent emerged from his body, and in an instant, the sword's power was overwhelming.
Between heaven and earth, sword intents rolled toward him and surrounded him, making his whole person look extremely dazzling.
"It only takes one sword to defeat you!" An indifferent voice came from Yunyang's mouth. The sword in his hand danced and rolled directly towards Wang Fan.
In an instant, the sword light filled the sky, and countless sword lights covered Wang Fan crazily, like a sword curtain.
The people watching the battle below felt a sharp sword intent shrouding their bodies, as if it was about to pierce their bodies.
Some people with weaker cultivation couldn't help but closed their eyes.
When Wang Fan saw this scene, his face became a little solemn.
No wonder Yunyang is so arrogant, he does have some strength and his talent in swordsmanship is excellent.
If he had used a sword, he would have been able to defeat Yunyang.
However, since Wang Fan is a disciple of Qiongyuan, the strength of his self-reported identity and cultivation just now is also that of Qiongyuan.
Therefore, he did not use swordsmanship.
The God Refining Technique was running wildly in an instant, and the divine energy in the body roared and raged.
In an instant, Wang Fan's whole person was shrouded in golden light curtains, and extremely violent power emerged from his body. His whole person was like a god of war, unshakable!
Wang Fan took a step forward, and the battle platform shook instantly. His body rushed into the sword curtain, his fists danced, and he directly hit him with his physical fist.
"What is he doing? Is he looking for death?"
"You actually used your physical body to resist such a terrifying killing power of the sword. Are your brains flooded?"
Seeing this scene, everyone's hearts trembled, and many people even couldn't help but close their eyes.
However, amid a rumbling sound, the sharp sword light not only did not tear Wang Fan to pieces, but was blasted into nothingness by Wang Fan.
Wang Fan's golden body was still so dazzling, without stopping at all, he continued to rush towards Yunyang, with terrifying pressure and overwhelming momentum.
When Yunyang saw this scene, his expression changed slightly, the sword in his hand shook again, and he slashed towards Wang Fan.
The sword's light was like lightning, and it rolled towards Wang Fan in an instant.
This time, there was only one sword light, but that sword light was extremely sharp and terrifying.
Fast, too fast!
The disciples of the All Saints Palace in the audience just saw a flash of sword light, and then tore Wang Fan's body into pieces.
"Did you lose?"
"He is so miserable?"
"Isn't this what was expected? He is only a third-level Immortal Emperor, but he is still a waste of Qiongyuan. How can he compete with the genius of Sword Academy?"
Everyone looked at Wang Fan's body torn apart by the sword light and couldn't help but make a sound again.
Although they had expected it, they were still a little disappointed.
However, soon, their voices stopped.
Because in their eyes, although Wang Fan was torn into pieces, no blood was spilled.
Obviously, that was not Wang Fan's real body, just an afterimage.
Yunyang's expression changed again, and soon he felt an extremely dangerous aura.
Before he could stab the third sword in time, Yunyang didn't hesitate at all, and tried to retreat in a flash.
As a sword cultivator, he is not only extremely accomplished in swordsmanship, he is also extremely fast.
However, his speed was still much slower than Wang Fan.
Just as he retreated, a golden figure had already arrived in front of him.
Yunyang saw a sneer at the corner of Wang Fan's mouth. The next moment, the golden arm stretched out, and Wang Fan's palm had already grasped his right arm.
"You——" Yunyang's eyelids jumped when he saw this scene. He was about to say something, but he saw Wang Fan's right fist hitting his chest.
With one punch, the world seemed to be destroyed, violent power surged on Yunyang, and everyone only heard a bang.
The next second, with a scream of "ah", Yunyang was blown away.
With a loud bang, his body hit the battle platform hard, blood spurted from his mouth, and he passed out.
Seeing this scene, everyone's hearts trembled, and their faces became lifeless.
The genius of the Sword Academy was defeated by Wang Fan with just one punch. What a shame?