Fantasy: Please don’t rob me of my chance

Comprehending the glacial knife intent that was close to Yicheng, in the ice and snow environment at the top of the extreme north of the small cold realm, it seemed to conjure up a real 10,000-year-old glacier river, rushing forward.

Even if they were just watching, everyone could feel the oncoming bone-piercing wind, as if even the blood was about to be frozen.

This sword was several times stronger than any sword cast before Feng Han.

Even Li Qingyang had never received a teaching.

“Senior Brother Feng Han Shenwei!”

There were already disciples of the Beixue Sect shouting excitedly.

Under this terrifying sword light, Gu Xuan, who was standing tall, looked so small, and he would be engulfed by the sword light in the next second.

But just when everyone thought that the dust had settled, a trace of despair rose from everyone’s hearts.

Black.

A weird black mist was spreading.

Even the falling snowflakes in the sky seemed to be dyed black.

In the next instant, the sword light appeared!

The majestic glacial vision was cut in half by a pale golden sword light.

Knife breaks the glacier!

Feng Han’s pupils contracted, his face showed extreme shock, and he opened his mouth to say something.

The light of the knife has arrived.

“Boom-”

His body was hit head-on, and the whole person was chopped out alive and deeply embedded in a boulder behind.

Everyone was stunned and stared blankly at the scene in front of them.

The situation on the field changed too quickly, and his mind had not turned all of a sudden.

After a dozen breaths of silence, the tranquility was finally broken.

“Seal… Senior Brother Feng Han, defeated: Defeated?! ”

It was a voice that was so surprised that it almost deformed, and it was full of disbelief.

Everyone then recovered from the huge shock and recalled what had just happened.

Feng Han lost!

In the Spirit Sea Realm, Senior Brother Feng Han, who had exhausted his sword intent, was actually defeated.

Defeated at the hands of a nameless innate eightfold disciple of the Spirit Sword Sect.

This…. How could it happen?!

Crossing a big realm challenge, the result is actually like this?

Moreover, this is not a challenge in the ordinary sense of leapfrogging, because Feng Han himself is a genius who comprehends the sword intent, far stronger than the ordinary Spirit Sea Realm.

All of their faces were filled with extreme shock and disbelief, wondering if they were dreaming now.

The snowflakes and ice chips flying in the sky gradually subsided, and a figure appeared in front of everyone.

It was a tall boy who was slowly retracting the knife.

The young man’s face is handsome, but his eyes are dark as ink, strange and abnormal.

It makes people feel a deep chill from the heart.

It was he who defeated Feng Han!

Everyone’s hearts trembled.

At this time, a figure crawled out of the rubble with difficulty.

Looking at Gu Xuan, Feng Han’s pale face was full of shock and unwillingness.

“Your sword intent, comprehended more than two percent?”

The young man smiled slightly, the black in his eyes faded a little, and said lightly: “You guessed well.” ”

In an instant, everyone shook violently, and there was a sound of gasping on the field.

“Hiss-”

More than 20% knife intent?

Innate Yae?

Just kidding, right?

But if this is not the case, how can he cross a great realm to defeat Feng Han?

“Ercheng Dao Yi: Ercheng ah..”

Li Qingyang muttered in his mouth, looking at the tall figure in the field, his expression was a little stunned.

The rest of the disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect were even more stunned one by one.

Lu Jiang had heard Li Cong say that Gu Xuandao’s comprehension was above one percent, which was enough to surprise him.

I never expected that it was actually as much as 20%.

It’s a pity that he hasn’t even touched the threshold of martial arts.

The gap between people is also too big.

On the Beixue faction’s side, Du Xing, who had been questioning Gu Xuan’s strength before, now had his mouth wide open, and his jaw was like a dislocation.

The flame in Li Hanshan’s eyes was extinguished.

He knew that there was a gap between himself and Gu Xuan, but he didn’t expect the gap to be so big that he lost interest in catching up.

People, why should they compare with monsters?

What was taken away by Gu Xuan before was also rejected by the idea of taking it back.

Even, thinking that Gu Xuan defeated Feng Han with his own sabre, he still had a trace of wonderful emotions in his heart.

Ke Xuanyue on the side touched the wound on his face, and then looked at Feng Han who fell to the ground, and suddenly felt that the wound didn’t seem to hurt so much.

This pervert even beat Senior Brother Feng Han, and it is normal for him to be beaten by him.

Gu Xuan didn’t have time to pay attention to the various gazes that surrounded him, walked to the boulder with his own care, and picked up the two storage spirit rings that he had been thinking about for a long time.

This is his chance, but it can be counted.

…

At the same time, Xiaohan is outside the country.

Elder Xing, wearing a dark robe, and the burly old man of the Beixue Sect were playing against each other.

“You lose.”

Elder Xing casually dropped a son and said lightly.

The burly old man stared at the chessboard with his brows furrowed, and he was meditating.

After a moment, he threw away the chess pieces in his hand and shook his head: “If you don’t play, it’s too boring, it’s far less fun than fighting.” ”

Elder Xing seemed to have long been accustomed to the old man’s temperament, silently put away the chessboard, looked at the sky and spoke, “The time of three days is coming, and they are coming out soon.” ”