Chapter 1807: Meat fist

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"I really answered that sentence, it wasn't that the enemy didn't meet, this world is really small. If you don't want to die, hurry up and go down. Otherwise, I'm afraid you have no chance to admit defeat."
After Wang Fanxian landed on the battle platform, he did not wait for Jing Wu to speak, and said loudly directly.
His voice was very loud and instantly spread throughout the square. For a time, countless monks attracted his attention.
The reason why Wang Fan speaks so unpleasantly is that he should not admit defeat. After all, Jing Wuruo directly admits defeat without fighting. He really can't treat the other party.
Jing Wu listened to Wang Fan's words, but his complexion was ugly.
If Wang Fan does not speak, he really intends to directly admit defeat.
But Wang Fan said this in front of so many people. If Jing Wu conceded defeat, where was his face? For monks, sometimes face is more important than anything.
"Wang Fan, didn't you just kill Ge Liang by tricks? Why dare you be so arrogant? You can't do it if I want Jing Wu to concede defeat. I want to see what means you have.
Jing Wu said angrily, with a stroke of his right hand, he directly sacrificed the big tripod of the severely wounded spear.
During his waving, the Ding vacated in an instant, set off endless blood, and bombarded Wang Fan.
"Yes, you are very kind, but I hope you can keep planting forever." Wang Fan looked at the big tripod and disdainfully smiled.
I saw his right hand, and in a flash, the black iron rod had already appeared in his hand, followed by Wang Fan rising up, grabbing the black iron rod, and madly blasted towards the big tripod.
At this moment, the monstrous air waves were torn apart, and cracks appeared in the air. In the wild tears of the weather, the black iron bar bombarded the big tripod.
boom!
A loud noise resembling heavenly prestige, horrifying energy overflowed, like a wave of ripples, flowing away in all directions.
It's just that when the ripples hit the edge of the battle platform, a faint light curtain emerged, which has been completely resolved and disappeared.
Obviously, on this battle platform, formation enchantment was arranged.
Wang Fan's face did not change at all, and he had long been aware of the existence of the enchantment.
But he was shocked that although his stick blasted away the big tripod, in a sound of a click, the black iron rod was broken.
Obviously, the Scarlet Ding is more advanced than the black iron rod. I do n’t know how many times, otherwise it will be impossible to break apart.
Everyone in the audience looked at this scene, and they couldn't help being speechless for a while.
When Wang Fan sacrificed the black iron rod, they thought that the battle was about to end.
After all, Wang Fan had already killed Ge Liang in the fifth floor without offering a weapon. Now facing the fourth floor of Jing Wu, he sacrificed his weapon again. This Jing Wu was obviously not enough to watch.
But they never thought that Wang Fan's weapon shattered.
This is a little funny.
Looking at this scene, Jing Wu couldn't help but stunned for a moment, and then the fighting was suddenly rising, and he couldn't help laughing, "I thought you were so capable, but I just thought it was just embroidering a pillow."
He grinned, his fighting intentions suddenly climbed to the extreme, madly urged the big tripod, and continued to bombard Wang Fan.
Under his urging, the blood-colored Ding issued a whining wind, and the blood-colored air was heavier in the air.
Wang Fan looked at this scene with disdain.
He knew that the reason why he completely flew the big tripod without a blow was not his own strength, but the black iron rod material.
Also, the black iron bar was given to him by Master Dry Leaf, but Master Dry Leaf only had three levels of cultivation, and it has been shrinking in a small place like the Sky Cloud Kingdom. The things it brought out were not good enough. Understandable.
As for the golden giant axe, Wang Fan did not take it out. Even the black iron rod given to him by the dead leaves shattered under the bombardment of the big tripod, and the golden giant axe was not enough to see.
Instead, he can take out the shadow knife, because he vaguely feels that his shadow knife is very extraordinary, and it is not comparable to this big trip.
But the flamboyant Wang is below, and Wang Fan dare not take out the Shadow Knife.
When he was faced with the King of Glory, he had used the Seven Swords. At this time, when he took out the Shadow Sword, his identity was immediately revealed.
Thinking of this, Wang Fan couldn't help bitterly sighing. However, his movements were not slow at all, and the spirit in his body was madly mad, waving his fists directly, and greeted the big tripod.
The sky was full of spirits, and a circle of dazzling golden halo appeared on the fists. Soon, he was close to the big tripod.
Looking at this scene, not only Jing Wu's face changed, but even the following monks' face also changed.
What does Wang Fan want to do, can it be that he wants to use his physical body to shake the other party's magic weapon?
After Jing Wu returned to God, he couldn't help grinning, "Since you are looking for death, then I will fulfill you."
He grinned, spurting blood from his mouth and pouring on the big tripod, his hands were dancing faster.
Under his dance, the Ding also became brighter and more powerful.
The infiltrating breath gives people the feeling of being in a sea of ​​corpses.
However, Wang Fan's face did not change at all, and his fists quickly bombarded the big tripod.
Boom!
Several sounds resembling thunder resounded, and Dading shuddered quickly, and Wang Fan's double fists even exuded blood mist.
However, this is not the key. The key is that under the bombardment of Wang Fan, the blood color is getting weaker and weaker.
"How is this possible?" Jing Wu looked pale and muttered to himself, but his eyes were full of madness.
He desperately spewed out his blood, pouring it on the big tripod, and his hands were dancing faster.
Wang Fan's eyes were disdainful and his eyes were glorious.
He seemed to be unaware of the pain in his fists, ignoring the injuries on his fists and continuing his crazy attack.
In fact, if he exerts all his strength, hitting the big tripod and killing Jing Wu, only one punch is needed. But Wang Fan didn't want to show his strength, so he made this look.
For him, it is still necessary to keep some cards in any situation. Otherwise, once you get some powerful attention, it will be troublesome.
After all, what if the other city owner finds that his Wang Fan is a big threat to the monks in this city?
He Zhengren did not dare to mess up, but it did not mean that others did not dare to mess up.
After counting the fists again, Wang Fan's double fists were already a blur of flesh and blood. On the other hand, the big tripod, the color had completely faded, and the power was greatly reduced.
At a certain moment, with the blow of Wang Fan's fist again, the big tripod, after losing the color, even broke with a click.
At the same time, Jing Wu, who controlled the big tripod, couldn't help but spit out a few mouthfuls of blood and uttered a scream.
His face was extremely pale, and there was only shock in his eyes. He never imagined that Wang Fan actually smashed his magic weapon with flesh fist.
"I" at this time, Jing Wu immediately realized that he was definitely not Wang Fan's opponent. As soon as the Scarlet Ding broke, he was likely to be killed in the next second, so he planned to admit defeat.
But, would Wang Fan give him a chance to admit defeat?
At the moment when he just shouted an "I" word, Wang Fan had flashed in front of him, and his right fist, completely red with blood, slammed into his head.
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