Fantasy: Please don’t steal my chance again

Comprehending the glacial knife intent that is close to one percent, in the ice and snow environment at the top of the extreme north of the small cold realm, it seems to conjure up a real 10,000-year-old glacier, surging mightily.

Even if it was just onlookers, everyone could feel the oncoming bone-piercing knife wind, as if even the blood was about to be frozen.

This knife was several times stronger than any of the swords that Feng Han had used before.

Even Li Qingyang has never been taught.

"Senior Brother Feng Han, Shenwei!".

There are already disciples of the Beixue Sect who are excitedly shouting.

Under this terrifying sword light, Gu Xuan, who was standing alone, 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.

Wisps of eerie black fog spread.

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

In the next moment, the knife flashed!

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

Cut the glacier!

Feng Han's pupils contracted, his face showed a look of extreme shock, and he opened his mouth to say something.

The sword has arrived.

"Boom-".

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

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

The situation on the field changed so fast that my mind didn't turn around all of a sudden.

It had been quiet for a full dozen breaths, and the silence was finally broken.

"Sealed... Senior Brother Feng Han, defeated.. Defeated?!".

It was a voice of astonishment, almost deformed, with a thick sense of disbelief.

Only then did everyone recover from the shock and remember what had just happened.

Feng Han is defeated!

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

Defeated at the hands of an unknown innate eightfold disciple of the Spirit Sword Sect.

This.... How could this happen?!

The challenge of crossing a large realm, the result is actually like this?

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

Everyone's faces were filled with extreme shock and disbelief, and they wondered if they might be dreaming right now.

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

It was a tall young man, slowly retracting his knife.

The young man has a handsome face, but his eyes are as black as ink, which is 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 moment, 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 20%?".

The young man smiled slightly, the blackness in his eyes faded little by little, and said lightly: "You guessed well." "

Suddenly, everyone's bodies shook violently, and there were bursts of gasping sounds on the field.

"Hiss-".

More than 20% of the knife intent

Innate Eightfold?

Just kidding, right?

But if this is not the case, how can you defeat Feng Han beyond a great realm?

"Ercheng knife intent.. Twenty percent..".

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

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 Xuan's sword intent comprehension was above one percent, which was enough to surprise him.

Unexpectedly, 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 inevitably too big.

On the side of the Beixue faction, Du Xing, who had always questioned Gu Xuan's strength before, now had his mouth wide open, and his chin 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 do you want to compare with monsters?

What was taken away by Gu Xuan before, he also gave up the idea of taking it back.

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

Ke Duanyue, who was 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 be so painful.

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

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

This is his chance, but he has it.

...

At the same time, Xiaohan is outside the borders.

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

"You lost. "

Elder Xing casually dropped a son and said lightly.

The burly old man stared at the chessboard, his brows furrowed, and he was thinking about it.

After a while, he threw away the chess pieces in his hand, shook his head and said, "If you don't play, you can't play, playing chess is too boring, it's far better 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 said, "The three days are almost up, and they are about to come out." "