Fantasy: Please Don’t Take My Chance Again

In the valley, several Bei Xue Sect disciples were surrounding a handsome young man.

The blue robe worn by the young man is clearly the costume of the inner disciple of the Spirit Sword Sect.

The three Northern Snow Sect disciples are all Cultivation Base of Innate Seven Eighth Stage, and they were a little apprehensive when they first met the boy.

But when he found that the boy was alone, his expression suddenly became malicious.

"The boy of the Spirit Sword Sect!"

A Beixue Sect disciple squinted his eyes and said coldly: "Put down the elixir in your hand, and leave your previous harvest as well, obediently get out of the valley, otherwise...huh..."

As they said that, an aura erupted from the three of them, forming a faint triangle, blocking the boy's back and forth, and the threat was fully revealed.

The boy is Gu Xuan.

Gu Xuan looked a little weird when he saw the three of them.

He passed through the valley and happened to find the drop point of a blue line of chance.

Just after picking a 600-year-old elixir, the owner of the chance line has come to the door.

Coincidentally, he is still a disciple of the North Snow Sect.

but...

This doesn't seem like a bad thing.

"I'll give you the same thing back..."

Gu Xuan glanced at the three of them, and said with a smile: "Leave what you have on your body and get out of the valley, so that you can avoid the pain of flesh and blood."

"I think this kid from the Spirit Sword Sect is crazy..."

A disciple of Beixue from Innate Eighth Stage shook his head and stepped forward, "I'll teach him a lesson..."

Before the words were finished, the three Beixue disciples suddenly felt a strong throbbing in their hearts, and their scalps suddenly went numb, as if a wild ancient beast suddenly jumped out in front of them and was showing its fangs to them.

"boom--"

Innate Eighth Stage's Bei Xue disciple's body flew out like a cannonball, and hit heavily on the rock wall of the valley, most of his body was deeply embedded.

The remaining two were stunned for a moment, and turned their heads just in time to see Gu Xuan slowly withdrawing his fist.

"Damn it!"

"This kid is weird, let's go together!"

The two Beixue disciples were startled and angry, and they drew their swords and were about to charge towards Gu Xuan.

But Gu Xuan's figure disappeared like a ghost.

Before the two of them could react, they felt a terrifying punch attacking their chests, and their bodies flew backwards uncontrollably.

"Bang bang—"

With two muffled sounds, the remaining two were also embedded in the mountain wall.

"Who the hell are you?"

The three Beixue disciples stared at Gu Xuan who was slowly approaching with wide eyes. Even if they spit out blood, they couldn't hide the shock and fear on their faces.

Innate Eighth Stage, how could Innate Eighth Stage possess such terrifying power? !

The few of them now feel that the bones of their whole body are cracked.

The boy in front of him doesn't look like a human, he is clearly a humanoid Demonic Beasts in human skin!

Gu Xuan walked over casually, with his current strength, he didn't even need a third of his strength to deal with a few Beixue disciples from Innate Seven Eighth Stage.

It's easy, swishing them away is like swishing a few flies.

Just as Gu Xuan was about to collect things from several people, at this moment, a wind of sharp blades fell from the sky.

"Gale!"

Gu Xuan dodges quickly, and the violent blade light left a deep mark on the position where he was originally standing.

Looking up, a young man with sword eyebrows holding a long knife appeared in front of him, looking at him coldly.

"Brother Zong Ming!"

Seeing the sword-browed youth, several Beixue disciples immediately showed joy on their faces.

"Boy, you're done!"

"Senior Brother Zong Ming, let's see how long you can be arrogant?"

Several people struggled to climb out from the mountain wall, and stared at Gu Xuan with gritted teeth.

The knife-browed youth glanced at a few people, and said coldly: "A bunch of trash, a few people can't even deal with an Innate Eighth Stage."

Ashamed and ashamed, the three argued, "Senior brother Zong Ming, this man's brute strength is amazing!"

"Innate Eighth Stage, no matter how amazing it is, how amazing can it be...huh..."

The knife-browed young man snorted, his eyes fell on Gu Xuan, and he said solemnly: "If you hurt my Beixue disciple, you don't have to think about leaving with your whole body today."

As he said that, a burst of violent saber energy erupted from the young man with knife eyebrows, like the wind from the north, sending out a trace of cold air, and the temperature in the entire valley dropped a lot.

Gu Xuan didn't seem to feel it at all, he just stared at the saber-browed youth intently...

body stuff.

Human rank high-grade long knife!

Storage spirit ring!

Gu Xuan's eyes lit up, wasn't it to bring him warmth.

Gu Xuan couldn't hold back the joy in his heart, he activated his Instant Shadow Step, and his whole body turned into a ghost to attack the knife-browed youth.

"act recklessly!"

Seeing that Gu Xuan dared to take the initiative to attack in front of him, the knife-browed youth flashed a flash of anger on his face, and slashed out.

"Big snow!"

"Hoo hoo—"

With this knife cut out, it seemed that winter had come in the small valley, the light of the knife swept across, and the cold air was oppressive.

But suddenly, I saw a figure rushing out of it, raising his hand and punching.

This fist drew a dark trace visible to the naked eye in the void, and the fist was like a whirlpool, swallowing all the cold knife energy.

Then, he smashed the saber-browed young man's sword light with his fist, and hit the saber-browed youth's chest heavily.

"Crack——"

The sword-browed young man's chest collapsed instantly, his eyeballs protruded, and he flew backwards with a bang.

"Boom—"

He knocked down a few boulders that were taller than a person behind him, and flew straight out of the valley like a rubber ball.

"Uh..."

Seeing this scene, the Beixue disciple who came in with the saber eyebrow youth, and the previous three Beixue disciples.

All of a sudden they were stunned.

Standing there blankly, looking at the direction where the knife-browed youth disappeared, he didn't turn his head around at all.