Fantasy: Please Don’t Take My Chance Again

Sky Splitting Sword Sect.

Two figures stood in mid-air.

One of them has countless golden Sword Rays hovering around his body, his sharpness is unparalleled.

The Sword intent of the other person is ethereal, with an aura that surpasses everything.

"kill!"

The figure surrounded by golden Sword Ray let out a low shout, and a new mountain of golden Sword Ray appeared.

This Sword Ray seems to have touched a trace of the great power of the avenue, and with a terrifying aura of cutting everything, it slashed down fiercely.

Not to be outdone, the other pointed out with a sword.

"Qinglian Sword Song!"

In an instant, there seemed to be countless ~green lotuses blooming in the void.

Every petal on every green lotus is like a sword, instantly shooting out endless Sword Rays in all directions, colliding with the brilliant golden Sword Rays, making dense and terrifying clanging and vibrating sounds.

The wanton Sword Ray almost smashed the void into a sieve, and the ground under the two of them was cut apart with shocking sword marks.

The onlookers retreated and retreated, all with shocking expressions on their faces.

Finally, the collision is over.

In the end, the golden Sword Ray was even better, suppressing countless sword lotuses, and the latter retreated unwillingly.

"This battle, Meihe wins!"

An indifferent old man with fluttering white beard came out and announced.

The golden Sword Ray dissipated, revealing a young swordsman with brows like swords and sharp edges.

The young swordsman saluted another pale, handsome young man and said, "Junior Brother Ling, I have accepted it. Your Talent is still above me, and if you suffer, you will suffer on the Cultivation Base. I will give you another year and a half." , I may not be your opponent."

The handsome young man forced a smile, and said, "Senior Brother Xiao He has a great reputation."

Below, the disciples of Yingtian Sword Sect were talking about it.

"Senior brother Xiao He is really too strong. A mere gold-type Sword intent can be cultivated to such a Realm by him. Its lethality far surpasses many high-grade Sword intents, and it can even be compared to peer-to-peer sword intents!"

"What do you know, Senior Brother Xiao He's Golden Breath Sword intent has long been completed, and now it has even touched the edge of the mystery. There is a hint of cutting all things in the Sword intent, and its lethality is extremely terrifying!"

"No wonder the headmaster always says that Senior Brother Xiao He may not be the most talented in the past thousands of years of our Heaven Splitting Sword Sect, but he is definitely the purest sword cultivator, and his future achievements will be limitless."

"Let me tell you, Senior Brother Xiao He is much stronger than Zhuo Tianyi, who ranks more than 30 on the list of gods, why is it Zhuo Tianyi who is named Little Sword Lord!"

"This Martial Dao tea party, Brother Mei will justify his name!"

"Speaking of which, the Ling Tian domain from the southern domain is also quite terrifying. In less than a year, the Cultivation Base has soared directly from the Third Stage to the Seventh Stage, and can even fight against Senior Brother Xiao He. It’s crazy enough to have to go back and forth.”

"After all, he is a genius who has inherited most of the luck of a small domain. The few people who came to Zhongzhou from the southern domain are not bad. Especially the person who was taken away by Huangji Sacred Land, who has the blood of the emperor, it is said Now he has the fighting power of a genius on the list of gods!"

"The bloodline of the emperor becomes more and more brilliant as it goes back. If the power of the bloodline can be exerted to the extreme, it will be difficult for ordinary people to compete with him. After all, he was born on the shoulders of a titan."

During the discussion, the white-bearded old man at the head said: "This time the Zhongzhou Martial Dao tea party, Ling Tianyu, you can go with Xiao He. Although this Martial Dao tea party may not be able to make your mark, but you can also increase your popularity." Some vision, more experience.

"yes."

Ling Tianyu nodded respectfully.

The white-bearded old man turned his eyes to Xiao He again, with some relief and expectation in his eyes.

"This Martial Dao tea party is to win a bit of luck for yourself.

The more luck you have, the more protection you will have when you step on the road to the king in the future."

"The disciple will definitely go all out!"

Xiao He responded with a deep voice, and immediately a powerful Sword Qi and fighting spirit rose from his chest, which made people look sideways.

Beside, Ling Tianyu watched coldly, with a bit of unwillingness on his face.

It has been almost a year since he came to Zhongzhou. Although Ling Tianyu's strength has improved by leaps and bounds, there is still a certain gap compared with the top talents born and raised in Zhongzhou.

"It's okay, with my aptitude, it's easy to catch up with Xiao He within two years. The Sky Splitting Sword Sect is just the third rank Sect of Zhongzhou, which is about the same as Xuanyu Sacred Land. My real opponents, after all, are those The descendant of Sacred Land of second rank or even first rank.

It is not a matter of one day and one night to achieve the king realm, the first to embark on the road of fighting for the king may not have an advantage, wait for me to come later, and be the real protagonist of this life!"

Ling Tianyu was thinking in his heart, and at the same time, his thoughts were drifting into the distance.

"I don't know how powerful Ji Lingsheng is now, and that person!"

A handsome figure flashed in Ling Tianyu's mind, recalling it now, his heart still couldn't stop trembling slightly.

That one, the terrifying man who once brought endless nightmares to all the southern regions' arrogance.

"The emperor is astonishing!"

A tall young man slowly punched out a punch. In the Fist Technique, many mysteries circulated, and the Heaven and Earth Avenue seemed to cheer for it.

...asking for flowers...

Those who fought with it, their momentum was shattered, and with a muffled groan, they flew back and retreated.

"Concession."

The tall young man withdrew his fist lightly, his whole body was full of divine light, mysterious and spontaneous, like a god.

"The third holy son actually lost?!"

"In less than a year, he has soared from the third stage to the tenth stage. Even the third son was defeated by him. This Ji Lingsheng is too strong!"

"Ji Lingsheng's imperial bloodline is too powerful and brilliant. After leaving the southern border, the shackles of the bloodline were completely broken, and he soared into the sky."

"I guess it won't be long, even the Second Holy Son can't hold him down!"

In Huangji Sacred Land, a noble and extraordinary old man in a Chinese robe looked at Ji Lingsheng with amazed eyes, and couldn't help but praise: "The emperor's blood in your body and my Huangji Sacred Land's inheritance complement each other perfectly.

For this Martial Dao tea party, you will definitely have a place in the re-ranked avatar list. "

Next to him, a young man with a strong breath and full of Heaven Court heard the old man's comment, and looked at Ji Lingsheng with some trepidation, secretly frightened.

This kid from the southern region is really too monstrous. When he first entered the Sacred Land of the Emperor, his Cultivation Base was not even a saint-level character, not even a core disciple.

But in just over half a year, he has climbed to the position of the third holy son.

The first holy son has already embarked on the road to fight for the king. He really doesn't know how long he can suppress this person by himself.

Ji Lingsheng sensed the eyes of the second son of Huangji Sacred Land, and didn't pay attention at all.

To him, Huangji Sacred Land is just a post station, even the number one holy son who has already set foot on the road to fight for king, he doesn't take it seriously at all.

Because he has the confidence to surpass it soon, he is destined to be king.

For the time being, there is only one real opponent in his heart.

Ji Lingsheng turned his eyes to the high sky, and a figure flashed in his mind.

"The emperor's blood is insignificant, I respect my blood!"

Those words from the past are still echoing in my ears, deafening.

"You're right, the emperor's bloodline is insignificant. The emperor's bloodline is just an arm on my way forward, not my reliance."

Ji Lingsheng whispered to himself:

"This Martial Dao tea party, you will definitely go.

This time, I will completely defeat you, use you as a stepping stone, break the shackles of blood, and achieve the true solipsism!"

In Ji Lingsheng's eyes, a flash of brilliance flashed. .