Fantasy: Please don’t rob me of my chance

On the top of the mountain, heavy snow is falling.

Li Qingyang and Feng Han were separated on either side, and before the snowflakes fell, they were powdered by the amazing sword qi and sword qi emanating from their bodies, forming two strange pillars of qi, which were quite spectacular.

The momentum between the two climbed higher and higher, and when they reached a certain peak.

Li Qingyang finally struck.

A sword, like the light of the sky, pierced the snow curtain and amazed all the eyes.

Feng Han’s eyes lit up, and he pulled out his knife to meet it.

“Good to go!”

The sword light and sword light were instantly intertwined, and the overflowing power shattered the snowflakes in the sky, and also forced the disciples around the battle group to constantly retreat.

“These two people are too strong, whether it is Senior Brother Li Qingyang or Feng Han of the Beixue Sect, the strength of both of them far exceeds the ordinary innate ten.”

“If I face such an attack, I am afraid that I will not even have the opportunity to draw my sword.”

“This is a battle between the strongest people in the inner sect of the Spirit Sword and the North Snow faction, and ordinary people are not qualified to fight them at all.”

One by one, the onlookers turned pale and dazzled.

At this moment, a disciple from the Beixue Sect walked to the team with a blue nose and a swollen face.

“Junior Brother Ke, what’s wrong with you?”

Someone couldn’t help but frown and ask.

The belated Ke Xuanyue explained with an ugly face: “It’s all because of the disciples of the One Spirit Sword Sect…”

The person who inquired couldn’t help but frown, “Apart from Li Qingyang, who in the Spirit Sword Sect can beat you like this?” Could it be Zhao Yuan? ”

The man subconsciously looked at a tall young man carrying a broadsword on the side of the Spirit Sword Sect.

Ke Xuanyue shook his head and denied, “It’s not him. ”

“Who would that be?”

Ke Xuanyue looked embarrassed, a little embarrassed to say that he was folded in the hands of a congenital eightfold Spirit Sword Sect disciple.

At this time, someone suddenly spoke, “But a congenital eightfold Spirit Sword disciple? ”

“Yes!”

Ke Xuanyue blurted out subconsciously, and when he looked at the person who spoke again, his face suddenly showed shock: “Li Hanshan?!” Could it be that you too…”

Li Hanshan was silent for a while, and slowly said, “That kid is indeed a bit demon…”

Ke Xuanyue was a little surprised.

Li Hanshan has always been arrogant, and the entire inner gate, except for Feng Han, is not obeyed.

It was rare for him to say such a thing.

Looking at Li Hanshan’s hand again, the saber that had never left and right was not there, and the ten fingers were also bare, and there was no trace of the storage spirit ring.

Ke Shaoyue’s face suddenly became strange.

It seems that Li Hanshan not only encountered the demon of the Spirit Sword Sect, but it is estimated that the loss at the hands of that demon is even greater than his own.

“Innate Yae? You’re kidding…”

The person who inquired was surprised.

Li Hanshan sneered: “You don’t believe it, the next time I meet you and try to fight him, hehe…”

Ke Xuanyue also nodded solemnly and said, “That’s right, that demon is unreasonable, I think, he is not even inferior to Li Qingyang.”

“Seriously?!”

The person who asked was a little surprised, “There is still such a figure in the Spirit Sword Sect? ”

However, he quickly shook his head and said lightly: “It doesn’t matter, Senior Brother Feng has successfully broken through this time, even if there is another Li Qingyang, the Spirit Sword Sect is still not our opponent…”

“Senior Brother Feng Han broke through?!”

Hearing this, Ke Xuanyue’s face showed a bit of joy, and he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

But I don’t know why, he still felt a little uneasy in his heart, and the figure of the demon boy kept flashing in his mind.

It always feels that this gambling battle that has been planned for a long time will have variables.

…

At this time, the duel between Li Qingyang and Feng Han in the field was close to white-hot.

In addition to their respective hole card killing moves, both sides have almost exhausted their means.

And Li Qingyang has steadily suppressed Feng Han from beginning to end.

“Senior Brother Li Qingyang is going to win!”

The disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect looked happy, and their spirits lifted one by one.

“Senior Brother Li had fought with Feng Han of the Beixue Sect before, and narrowly won half a move. Now, Senior Brother Li’s advantage is even greater. ”

“I said earlier that the Feng Han of the Beixue Sect must not be Senior Brother Li’s opponent, and he did not make a gambling contract on his own, and as a result, this harvest was all cheap for us, which is really laughing.”

“Within three moves, Senior Brother Li will be defeated!”

Zhao Yuan, the second in the inner gate of the Spirit Sword Sect, had a burning gaze and a determined tone, obviously full of confidence in Li Qingyang.

Sure enough, at this time, Li Qingyang suddenly shouted lowly: “The spring breeze is not good!” ”

In an instant, the heavy snow seemed to disappear for a moment, and a warm spring breeze blew across everyone’s faces.

And this is like a spring breeze, but it is wrapped in countless sword lights, fine and long, and endless.

Feng Han slashed out several swords in a row, but under this sword, he was defeated and unable to resist.

Li Qingyang’s sword turned and another sword was cut out.

“Defeat me!”

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There is something at home today, the update is late, sorry