"Brother Centurion, I'm really the brother of that bastard just now, he went in, why can't I go in", Wang Fan took the centurion's arm and said angrily.

He didn't feel any movement just now, so he opened his eyes. Damn, this bastard won't be dragged to the rod to be punished, leave Lao Tzu here. When I opened my eyes, I found that Xiao Cheng had long since disappeared.

After asking carefully, Wang Fan knew that Xiao Cheng had already entered, and he used the thing in his hand to get in. No matter how stupid Wang Fan is, he knows that Xiao Cheng is playing him at this moment. There was no way, Wang Fan explained to the centurion countless times, but he still couldn't go in. Thus, a protracted tug-of-war began.

、、、、、、 an hour passed, and Wang Fan was still talking.

Wang Fan was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood, and said that these soldiers guarding the border were unreasonable, and he was completely convinced today. What's the matter, if you don't force Lao Tzu to use a trick, don't eat the soft one, Lao Tzu will give you the hard one.

Looking at the centurion's wooden expression, Wang Fan was angry. Rolling up his sleeves and rubbing his hands, a trace of determination flashed on Wang Fan's face, as if he was going to the execution ground.

When the centurion saw Wang Fan's movements, the corners of his mouth hooked up a strange arc, which made people shudder. If it weren't for the young master to let my subordinates show mercy and teach you a lesson, I would definitely beat your kid to a crippled hand and foot today, and dare to do something to Lao Tzu, I would be tired and crooked.

The centurion's sinister smile, which was seen by the soldiers behind him, all trembled involuntarily, this smile represented a lot of meaning, but they were sure that the swarthy-looking boy in front of him was dead.

"Crackling", the centurion exuded a powerful aura. Even the Xuantie battle armor on his body was slapped with this breath, like flying sand and stones, and the momentum was violent and fierce.

The soldiers behind immediately withdrew a few meters away, and they were still a little excited when they saw the centurion make a move. There is a god of war in the brigade, and there is also a god of war in the squad. In this squad of hundreds of people, the centurion undoubtedly plays such a role.

"Little meaning", Wang Fan said with a nonchalant face, looking like Lao Tzu was the best in the world, and he wanted to beat him hard when he looked at it.

Boom, a breath comparable to that of a centurion rose into the sky.

In contrast, the centurion's aura was furious with a hint of heaviness, and Wang Fan was fierce but impatient. If there are no special circumstances, the centurion is sure to win.

If the usual Wang Fan is cowardly and timid, at this time he is the god of war who combines attack and attack.

Wang Fan's black hair broke through the shackles of the bun, his clothes were agitated by spiritual power, making a snapping sound, and the whole person exuded a shocking battle intent.

"Okay, yes, as long as you win the fight, I'll let you in, and I'll recommend you a centurion to be a centurion," the centurion said with satisfaction.

He hadn't fought for a long time, and he was panicked. Now that he has an opponent who is similar to his own cultivation and has a strong fighting spirit, he is afraid that he will already be happy in his heart.

"Shhh Their expressions were still on their faces, and Wang Fan had already turned into an afterimage and rushed towards the centurion.

Centurion has been on the battlefield for a long time and has experienced a hundred battles, and in an instant he came up with a plan to fight the enemy.

Whew, Whew、、、、

The two of them were moving at high speed, leaving dozens of afterimages, and each of the hundreds of soldiers present could see their movements clearly, and this speed was beyond the limits of their vision.

Bang, the two separated, stood opposite each other, and their eyes were blazing.

With a bang, the centurion pulled out the three-foot Qingfeng on his waist, and there was a faint sword light on it.

"Okay, this sword is good", looking at the long sword in the centurion's hand, Wang Fan praised it.

Suddenly, Wang Fan's body turned golden, and even his eyes seemed to be painted with gold, and the whole person seemed to be an extreme weapon, indestructible.

"Golden Battle Body", the centurion's eyes were obviously stunned for a few seconds, and he said slightly.

Obviously, this has exceeded his expectations, and maybe the outcome of this battle will be counterattacked.

The Golden Battle Body is one of the Aoki Academy's Zhenyuan exercises, cultivated to the extreme, moving mountains and reclaiming the sea effortlessly. He was open to the disciples of Aoki Academy, except for a very few extremely vicious people, such as Wu Feng and the like.

The biggest difference between the disciples of Aoki Academy and the other major academies is that the Aoki Academy's town courtyard exercises are open, and only a very small number of top geniuses in other academies can cultivate. However, the strange thing is that Aoki Academy's town hall exercises have never been leaked.

The world is impermanent, Wang Fan has been determined to be a man who stands up to the sky and the earth since he was a child. Creation made people, and that time made him completely change his cognition. Before you have the strength, you can pretend to be a grandson. When the strength is strong one day, even if this world is overturned, the people who have bullied themselves will be wiped out, and they will never be able to live forever.

Whew, the centurion picked up a few beautiful sword flowers, and the three-foot Qingfeng shot out a few sword rays several zhang long, wanting Wang Fan to gallop away.

Leaping up, Wang Fan pointed his fingers into a sword, accurately controlling the spiritual power in his body to rush to his fingertips, condensing an extremely brilliant golden holy sword.

With a piercing sonic boom, the Golden Holy Sword burst out of the air and met several sword rays.

Xiuxiu、、、

The Golden Holy Sword was about to touch the sword and shot out in five.

Bang, four against four, the sword and the holy sword collided with a low explosion and a dazzling light, covering everyone's eyes.

"Poof", at that moment there was a sound of vomiting blood.

Although the hundreds of soldiers could not see what was happening, they concluded that Wang Fan had lost.

"Old Mo, why are you?"

When they opened their eyes, hundreds of soldiers were stunned. Wang Fan was unharmed, and there was a small pool of blood in front of the centurion. And there was blood left along his arm, this was Wang Fan's fifth golden holy sword, which was designed to take him by surprise.

Pap, papa, pap, blood was left drop by drop, and the battle intent in the centurion's eyes did not decrease but increased.

"For many years, you were the first to bleed Lao Tzu, no matter whether this competition was won or lost. After this fight, Lao Tzu will treat you as a brother"

Wiping the blood from the corners of his mouth, the centurion said with a smile. In his eyes, being able to let go of the fight shows that the other party respects him, and he treats others as brothers.

"Today, I want to subdue you before I become a brother to you", regardless of the surprised eyes of the hundreds of soldiers around him, Wang Fan said to himself, as if he had taken the centurion as a prey.

The centurion laughed loudly when he heard this, jumped up, and a cyan sword that was many times more terrifying than just now shot out in the blink of an eye.

The sword brought a violent wind, mixed with thunderous power, and swept away, as if the end of the world.

"Good come", Wang Fan shouted.

In an instant, a giant cloud of colors coalesced above it. The countless air around him stirred wildly, and a faint coercion spread in all directions.

Most of them were already sweating profusely, and they were wearing rough clothes, and a few people with thick foundations had small droplets of water on their foreheads, and they were also under tremendous pressure.

"Well, Wang Fan", walking on the way to the God of War Camp. Xiao Cheng couldn't help frowning, he had already sensed Wang Fan's breath. He just asked the centurion to teach Wang Fan a lesson casually, but he didn't expect to make such a big move now.

At the same time, anyone in the border camp who held the position of centurion and above felt this breath.