Fantasy: Please don’t rob me of my chance

Saying that, Wang Hao appeared on the duel stage in a flash, and slapped Gu Xuan with a palm.

Gu Xuan slashed out.

Superb knife light reproduction.

Unfortunately, this time, there was no scene of killing the opponent with a knife.

A hazy red light appeared on Wang Hao’s hand, and he actually took Gu Xuan’s knife abruptly.

“Xuanjian Dao Technique! No wonder..”

Wang Hao couldn’t help but sigh.

Gu Xuan’s eyes narrowed, and he noticed that Wang Hao was wearing a pair of dark red gloves on his hand, and the light flowed.

“Come again!”

Gu Xuan slashed out again.

Dacheng slashed, and the sword light directly ploughed a deep mark on the duel stage.

But this domineering sword light was actually crushed by Wang Hao with one hand.

“Is this the innate tenfold?”

Gu Xuan took a deep breath.

Wang Hao’s cultivation was three realms higher than him, and his internal strength was several times greater.

Moreover, the other party’s cultivation of the palm method and the attainment in the palm method are obviously not low.

The superiority of the sword in the exercises was infinitely erased.

“Then try me a punch!”

Gu Xuan changed his knife and punched Wang Hao.

The twisted qi wave appeared again, and a hundred thousand catties of huge force burst out.

Wang Hao’s face changed slightly, but he did not dodge, and greeted him with a palm.

“Boom!”

A huge explosion sounded from the stage, Gu Xuan did not retreat a step, but Wang Hao retreated more than a dozen steps.

“What a brute force!”

Wang Hao looked at Gu Xuan with surprise in his eyes, and spoke: “Fighting at the same level, I am really not your opponent.” But now…”

Wang Hao’s expression suddenly became indifferent.

“Yanyang Hand!”

In the next instant, a strange throbbing came from Wang Hao’s body.

It is somewhat similar to the scene when Han Wu cast his strongest sword before, but it is more shocking and intense.

In an instant, everyone on the sidelines seemed to see a big sun slowly rising behind Wang Hao.

The scorching breath even made the faces of many people who were closer to the duel stage sweat.

“Yanyang palm intention, this is the real martial arts artistic conception…”

In the audience, Han Wu’s face was full of excitement, and his expression was as fanatical as Wang Hao’s loyal fan.

“If you can defeat under Senior Brother Wang Hao’s Yanyang palm, you are proud enough…”

On the Wei family’s side, the faces of the group also showed emotion.

“Sure enough, sure enough…”

Gao Yan muttered and sighed: “Being able to rank in the top five of the inner gate of Chiyang Valley and kill the White Demon Duan Fei, who is also a congenital ten-fold, this Wang Hao really comprehended the artistic conception of martial arts.

His palm intent is more than ten times stronger than the rudiment of sword intent that Han Wu showed before, I am afraid that he has already comprehended more than half of it…”

Wei Yang, Wei Can, and Li Cong looked shocked, and they couldn’t find words to describe them.

There was only one thought hovering in my mind: Is this the gap between us and the true genius of the sect?

Such a might, not to mention that the cultivation is lower than Wang Hao, even if it is in the same realm, there are several people who can block this palm.

Even the heads of the three major families couldn’t help but look shocked.

“What a Yanyang hand, it is really terrifying!”

Wang Hao’s palm directly transformed into a vision of the Great Sun, and the scorching wave swept the audience.

Gu Xuan, who was standing alone at the opposite corner, was like a weed that was enduring the scorching sun, and it was in danger.

“There is nothing to see, Wang Hao’s palm, cover the coffin!”

“If I were this teenager, it would be the most correct thing to abandon the knife and admit defeat at this time.”

“Don’t say congenital sevenfold, even if it is congenital tenfold, it can’t be stopped!”

“He is also remarkable enough, he can fight with Yanyang Hand with the cultivation of the weak three realms, he can be regarded as a young genius!”

Just when everyone decided that the victory and defeat had been divided, Gu Xuan was about to lose.

A trace of deep despair suddenly arose inexplicably from the hearts of many people.

It was as if the eyes suddenly fell into a deep darkness.

There is no way out, no hope, only deep despair that goes deep into the marrow and comes from the soul.

Just now, it was clear that because of the influence of Wang Hao’s hot yang palm, it was hot, and many people suddenly felt cold on their bodies.

That feeling was as if the summer was suddenly poured with ice water, and I couldn’t help but shiver.

Someone whispered, “Look! ”

Everyone found out that the duel was on the stage.

The tall and handsome young man was holding a knife in both hands at this time, and a trace of black mist permeated from his body, and his eyes turned pitch black, which was very strange.

Despair is growing wildly!

“This is…”

Someone opened his eyes wide and whispered in disbelief: “Dao intent!” ”

“Boom!”

Gu Xuan had already slashed out.

Hate hate!

Hate the sky is unfair!

One knife of despair, two into two cuts!

The pitch-black knife was as bright as splashing ink, and it cut Wang Hao’s Yanyang palm with one sword.

Knife cut big day!

The heat wave on the stage was swept away by the sword light, and the black knife qi was pushed forward like a decay.

“Click-click-”

The huge competition platform, under this knife, was almost flattened and divided into two halves.

Wang Hao was obviously not deeply shocked by the power of this knife.

When he came back to his senses, he suddenly felt a trace of coldness.

When he looked up, he saw that the sharp long knife like autumn water hovered quietly above his head, ready to split him in half.

In front of him, there was Gu Xuan, who was shrouded in a strong sense of despair.

Facing the pair of dark and cold eyes, Wang Hao had a great fear in his heart, subconsciously snorted, and then said bitterly: “I lost.” ”

This moment.

On and off stage, there was deathly silence.

Countless people watched blankly, motionless, as if they had collectively been hit by the Body-Fixing Technique.