The fist was violent, and Wang Fan's fist slammed on the sword's intent, making a rumbling explosion.

Only one punch, all sword intentions, all collapsed and annihilated.

Wang Fan's figure didn't stop. He stepped forward, and his fists continued to blow towards Wu Yong.

Wu Yong looked at this scene, his face changed wildly.

He ran away in all his cents, constantly wielding his sword, and constantly attacking.

However, no matter how fast his sword is, how fierce the momentum is, how strong the killing intention is, but under Wang Fan's fist style, it still has no effect at all.

Wang Fan's fist seems to be invincible, destroy everything, destroy everything.

The swordsmanship from countless killings was shattered by bombardment, and Wang Fan's body was getting closer and closer to Wu Yong.

Wu Yong looked at this scene and a despair appeared in his heart.

He didn't understand it at all. Where did this come from, is it too strong?

The monks in the audience were all shocked, their mouths wide open, and they were all speechless.

This power...

In just a moment of kung fu, Wang Fan had reached Wu Yong, his fist fell on Wu Yong, and Wu Yong flew out directly.

Fortunately, Wang Fan just knocked him off, but he didn't strike hard, so his injury was not very heavy.

"You are defeated." Wang Fan looked at Wu Yong, spit out three words lightly, and walked away.

Wu Yong stared staringly at Wang Fan's leaving back, and it took a while to recover.

He felt that in front of Wang Fan, it was like the gap between a baby and a giant.

If he knew that Wang Fan didn't even have half of his strength, he wouldn't know how he would feel.

Lin Xuanmei's eyes widened, also looked at Wang Fan with an incredible face.

This guy is too strong.

Whether it was the last preliminary test or today's first battle, it was simply stunning.

Wang Fan looked at Lin Xuan's incredible eyes and smiled, "Sister Sister, don't you know me?"

"You are really perverted." Lin Xuan whispered weakly, and didn't even know what to say.

On the other side, Yang Xiao looked at Wang Fan's battle, his face also a little gloomy.

This guy is indeed terrible, and even he felt the danger in Wang Fan.

But despite all this, Yang Xiao is still sure to kill Wang Fan.

After all, he was a second-tier monk of immortals, and he didn't really deal with it. He didn't realize Wang Fan's horror at all.

Wang Fan did not pay any attention to Yang Xiao at all, and did not even look at him again.

Although he knew, Yang Xiao had guessed his identity.

But what about that, he was about to join Divine Sword Sect soon, and the Yang family dare not to kill Divine Sword Sect?

As for the people from Hanwang Mansion who came to the Sword Sect to kill him, it was even more impossible.

He knew, however, that the Sword Sect and Han Wangfu were not in harmony.

What's more, Wang Fan only cares about the older generations of Han Wangfu and Yang's family. As for the younger generations like Yang Xiao, he didn't even take it seriously.

If you don’t want to provoke him, it’s okay. If you dare to provoke him, you will kill him.

Above the battle platform, the battle continued.

Along with battle after battle, some extremely dazzling characters also emerged.

Such as Zhuo Kun, Jiang Xing, Miao Shishi, Zuo Tianwen on the first floor of the fairy, and Yang Xiao, Gai Tian and Yaoyang on the second floor of the fairy.

These people are extremely amazing, almost defeat their opponents in seconds, and their strength is very powerful.

Of course, this is only for those monks who watched, in Wang Fan's eyes, they were just like that.

Wang Fan also watched Yang Xiao's battle. His weapon was a bronze sledgehammer. Under the sweep of the sledgehammer, the opponent in the same territory could not resist it, and he was already blasted and seriously injured.

With the battle after battle, at noon on the third day, the first three hundred were finally decided.

In the past three days, countless people have flowed here, and no one left at all, even the elders of the Sword Sect.

If you are an ordinary person, if you don’t eat or drink for three days, you can’t bear it.

But for the monks, three days is nothing, and the time of the tea is only.

Wang Fan's battle has always been very easy. No matter what opponent he is facing, he can easily defeat and easily enter the top three hundred.

Lin Xuan also entered the top three hundred, but it was a bit thrilling.

In the final three hundred battles, her opponent is extremely powerful. If it is not a fluke, I am afraid she is out.

"Congratulations to everyone who has successfully advanced to the top three hundred disciples, and congratulations to you for being a member of My Sword Sect."

"Now that the entry assessment is over, the next step is about your discipleship after joining the Sword Sect."

"Among you, the first person can become the true story and go directly to the patriarch's door. The second person to the thirtieth person can be the core, thirty to one hundred, the inner door, and after one hundred, the outer door. "

"Have you heard clearly?"

The presiding old man looked at Wang Fan and other three hundred people and said.

"Listen clearly." Everyone answered.

And those monks who watched the ceremony, and those who were eliminated, were excited again when they heard this.

The selection of nearly 10,000 people, these three hundred people can stand out, is already considered extremely evil.

However, next, these three hundred people have to fight, wouldn't it be more exciting.

The most important thing is that the next battle is not only limited to the battle of the same territory, it is also possible that there will be cross-border battles.

So, is there anyone who can defeat these evils across borders?

Wait and see.

"Well, I announced that the new disciple ranking battle will start now."

"Next, I will arrange for your opponents to go to battle. The loser still has a chance to challenge, but only to challenge people in the same or high realm."

The old man in charge finished speaking, and then began to remember the name.

The vast void, at this moment becomes quiet, everyone is waiting for the beginning of the battle.

Because the next battle is certainly extremely exciting.

At the same time, they also wanted to see what the most dazzling figures would achieve.

Lin Xuan stood beside Wang Fan, looking a little nervous.

In fact, she should indeed be nervous.

Because there are not many weak people in the next three hundred people, at least there is no obvious weaker than her.

Wang Fan seemed quite calm, because no matter who he met, he would not be afraid.

Of course, he never thought of winning the first place. He just had to become an inner disciple.

The inner disciple is already a true disciple of the Sword Sect. No matter whether it is the Yang family or the Hanwang Mansion, they will never dare to mess up again.

At least, they did not dare to disciple the inner disciples of the Sword Sect Sect, but only came in secret.

Even if the Yang family couldn't afford the Sword Sect, Hanwang Mansion and the Sword Sword Sect were equally famous, but if they dared to kill the Sword Sect's inner door. Doesn't that mean that the Sword Sect can kill him unscrupulously?

There are some rules that they dare not break, and no one can afford the consequences.

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