The Tsing Yi Sword Master's expression changed drastically, his figure flashed, and he began to retreat quickly.
But Wang Fan was not willing to give him a chance. He stepped on the void, danced with the divine sword in his hand, and stabbed out continuously.
At the same time, he followed the Tsing Yi Sword Master like a shadow, and the two always kept a certain distance.
The green-robed sword master was horrified. He had never imagined that Wang Fan, who had suddenly entered the clear heart of the sword, not only suppressed him with his swordsmanship in an instant, but his speed was not slower than him at all.
This is simply too scary.
But, how could it be so easy to kill him like this?
No matter what, Wang Fan must die.
At the same time, the crowd watching the battle outside also let out exclamations of surprise.
Wang Fan himself is a celebrity and is extremely famous in Yucheng, so there are many people watching his battle.
Seeing Wang Fan who had gained the upper hand in an instant, countless people were frightened.
"So strong! Is he entering the enlightenment of the clear heart of the sword?"
"He is worthy of being a genius who can compete with the powerful ones on the Saint Emperor List. Such a talent is truly terrifying."
Many monks were shocked and talked, and even had stars in their eyes.
This is true even for some geniuses who have already entered the top thousand.
Although Wang Fan has not yet entered the top one thousand, they can clearly notice that Wang Fan is much stronger than them.
At least most people are no match for Wang Fan.
In the void, a majestic-looking man stood there, also watching the battle below.
He stood there, looking domineering.
Next to him was a golden-armored monk, Lin Ye, who led people to the inn.
Lin Ye looked at Wang Fan below, his eyes gleaming: "Lord Lord, I want this kid, no one can take it from me!"
Lin Ye spoke firmly, extremely satisfied with Wang Fan.
Domain Lord Qin Gong glanced at him and said lightly
Said: "If you can suppress Ye Wu, I will naturally have no objection."
When Lin Ye heard this, he couldn't help but clenched his fists.
He glanced down at the golden-armored monk below and said coldly and arrogantly: "So what if Ye Wu dares to rob someone from me, I'll blow his head off."
"Haha." Qin Gong chuckled, too lazy to say more.
Lin Ye was indeed very strong, but if he said he could blow Ye Wu's head off, that would be a bit of a boast.
Among the thirty-six golden armors of the Territory Lord's Mansion, Lin Ye was only the third, and Ye Wu was the second.
This is still the first person who has not come. If that person comes, both Ye Wu and Lin Ye will probably have to step aside.
Lin Ye saw Duke Qin sneer and did not continue to say more. Instead, he frowned and said, "Sir, if he is in danger, do you think you are——"
Qin Gong said calmly: "Life and death are determined by fate. If he dies on the battlefield, I will not interfere. Of course, unless he admits defeat."
Lin Ye relaxed slightly after hearing this.
The Tsing Yi Sword Master is stronger than Wang Fan. Even if Wang Fan can defeat the Tsing Yi Sword Master now, he knows that it is only temporary.
But it would be nonsense to say that the Tsing Yi Sword Master could force Wang Fan to not even have the chance to admit defeat.
Before Lin Ye could be relieved, Qin Gong said again: "This boy is not simple either. I seem to feel a familiar aura from him."
Whispering, two rays of light suddenly bloomed in Duke Qin's eyes.
However, after a while, he withdrew his gaze and sighed helplessly.
Wang Fan seemed to be covered by a layer of fog that he couldn't see through.
On the battlefield, Wang Fan didn't know that much, but he was still killing the Sword Master in Blue with one sword after another.
At this moment, he drew his sword faster and with greater power.
Tsing Yi
The sword master was forced to retreat continuously, and his face was extremely gloomy.
At a certain moment, he suddenly opened his mouth and shouted: "Bastard, wake up!"
Along with the sound, a booming sound came, and Wang Fan instantly regained his clarity.
Even the monks watching the battle outside felt a trance, as if they were being attacked by sonic waves.
After coming back to their senses, the monks were furious.
Of course, there are monks who hold different opinions.
Wang Fan and Tsing Yi Sword Master are rivals, so it is normal for Tsing Yi Sword Master to interrupt Wang Fan.
Otherwise, he is very likely to be killed by Wang Fan.
The voice of the Tsing Yi Sword Master was not made casually, but had been brewed for a long time.
Otherwise, he may not be able to interrupt Wang Fan's epiphany.
Wang Fan's eyes regained clarity and he looked at the Tsing Yi Sword Master, but he couldn't help but smile.
Yes, he just laughed.
That smile was extremely bright, giving people a creepy feeling.
Along with the smile, the Tsing Yi Sword Master frowned, faintly feeling something was wrong.
Wang Fan didn't give him time. In the next second, with a whoosh, his body penetrated the air and charged towards the Sword Master in Blue at an extremely fast speed.
At this moment, Wang Fan's speed increased several times, and violent power emerged from his body.
In just an instant, Wang Fan was already close, and the moment he put away the divine sword, his fists flew out like raindrops.
However, the strange thing is that he clearly punched out a fist, but others felt the sword's intention.
"Fist and sword combined into one?"
"Good guy, are you going to go against the will of heaven? He actually integrated the sword intention into the fist intention."
Countless people were frightened.
The Tsing Yi Sword Master's face was also extremely ugly, the divine energy in his body was constantly exploding, and he was retreating crazily.
But he is not as fast as Wang Fan at all.
Wang Fan was like a gangrene attached to his bones, always clinging to him, and his fists were constantly falling.
The terrifying power possessed by the physical body, coupled with the gentleness of the sword, only took a few punches.
The Tsing Yi Sword Master's body had been beaten to pieces, and blood spurted out from his mouth.
In such a close battle, he had no chance to use his sword.
Wang Fan, however, was unyielding and continued to attack his body crazily. At the same time, he said indifferently: "You are the eighth level of the Holy Emperor, and I am the fifth level of the Great Emperor. You don't want to admit defeat, do you?"
"By the way, I think you have good talent. You should be a top-notch kendo genius, right? Wouldn't it be embarrassing if you gave up?"
When the Tsing Yi Sword Master heard this, his face was distorted and his expression became even more ugly.
He roared repeatedly and counterattacked wildly, but how could his body compare to Wang Fan?
This is a shame for him, a shame that is difficult to wash away.
As Wang Fan said, if he admits defeat, he will never be able to make any further progress, and the sword's heart may be shattered.
If he passed it back, he would be ridiculed and feared that he would never be able to hold his head up again.
"ah--"
Qing and the Sword Master roared wildly, but unfortunately they were incompetent and furious.
Because in a short period of time, he simply couldn't get rid of Wang Fan, let alone give a strong counterattack.
Wang Fan was also very depressed. He had already punched him several times. Why is this guy not dead? Is his life so tough?
At a certain moment, when the Tsing Yi Sword Master was blasted away by Wang Fan, he finally gritted his teeth and burned his longevity energy directly.
At the same time, his aura suddenly shot up into the sky, becoming stronger, and he shouted four words.
