Fantasy: Please Don’t Take My Chance Again

On the top of the mountain, there was heavy snow.

Li Qingyang and Feng Han stood on both sides, before the snowflakes fell, they were pulverized by the amazing Sword Qi and saber Qi emitted from the two of them, forming two strange columns of Qi, which was quite spectacular.

The aura between the two climbed higher and higher until reaching a certain peak.

Li Qingyang finally made a move.

A sword, like the light of the sky, pierced the snow curtain and amazed everyone in front of them.

Feng Han's eyes lit up, and he drew his sword to meet him.

"Well done!"

The sword light and Sword Ray intertwined instantly, and the overflowing power shattered the snowflakes all over the sky, and also forced the disciples around the battle group to keep retreating.

"These two are too strong. Whether it's senior brother Li Qingyang or Feng Han from the Beixue faction, the strength of both of them far exceeds that of the general Innate Tenth Stage."

"If I face such an offensive, I'm afraid I won't even have the chance to draw my sword."

"This is a battle for the strongest Inner Sect of Spirit Sword and Beixue. Ordinary people are not qualified to fight against them."

The onlookers watched the disciples turn pale and dazzled.

At this moment, a disciple from the Beixue School walked into the team with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

"Junior Brother Ke, what's wrong with you?"

Someone couldn't help frowning and asked.

Ke Duanyue, who came belatedly, explained with an ugly face: "It's all because of the disciples of the Yiling Sword Sect..."

The inquiring person couldn't help frowning and said, "Except for Li Qingyang, who in the Spirit Sword Sect could beat you like this? Could it be Zhao Yuan?"

The man subconsciously looked at a tall young man with a broad sword on his back from the Spirit Sword Sect.

Ke Duanyue shook his head and denied, "It's not him."

"Who would that be?"

Ke Duanyue looked embarrassed, a little embarrassed to say that he was in the hands of a disciple of the Innate Eighth Stage Spirit Sword Sect.

At this time, someone suddenly asked, "But a disciple of the Spirit Sword from the Innate Eighth Stage?"

"right!"

Ke Duanyue blurted out subconsciously, and when he looked at the speaker again, a look of shock appeared on his face: "Li Hanshan?! Could it be that you also..."

Li Hanshan was silent for a while, then slowly said: "That kid is indeed a bit of a monster..."

Ke Duanyue was a little surprised.

Li Hanshan has always been aloof, and in the entire Inner Sect, except Feng Han, he refuses to accept it.

It was really rare for him to say such a thing.

Looking at Li Hanshan's hands again, the saber that has always been inseparable from the left and right is not there, and his ten fingers are also bald, and there is no trace of the storage spirit ring.

Ke Duanyue's expression suddenly became strange.

From the looks of it, Li Hanshan not only met that evildoer of the Spirit Sword Sect, but probably suffered more from that evildoer than himself.

"Innate Eighth Stage? Are you kidding me..."

The person who asked was surprised.

Li Hanshan sneered and said, "If you don't believe me, next time I meet you, try to fight him, hehe..."

Ke Duanyue also nodded solemnly and said: "That's right, that evildoer's strength is unreasonable, I think he is not even inferior to Li Qingyang."

"really?!"

The person who asked was a little surprised, "There is such a person in the Spirit Sword Sect?"

But he quickly shook his head, and said calmly: "It doesn't matter, Senior Brother Feng made a breakthrough 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 Duanyue's face showed a bit of joy, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

But for some reason, he still felt a slight sense of uneasiness in his heart, and the figure of that enchanting boy kept flashing in his mind.

I always feel that there will be changes in this long-planned gambling fight.

...

At this moment, the duel between Li Qingyang and Feng Han was close to a fever pitch.

Except for their ultimate hole cards, the two sides almost used all means.

As for Li Qingyang, he kept Feng Han's head steady from the beginning to the end.

"Senior brother Li Qingyang is going to win!"

The disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect looked joyful and their spirits lifted.

"Senior brother Li had fought against Feng Han from Beixue faction before, and he narrowly won by half a move. Now, senior brother Li has an even greater advantage."

"I said earlier that Feng Han of the Northern Snow School is definitely not the opponent of Senior Brother Li, and he made a bet on his own strength. In the end, all the gains this time were cheap for us. It's really ridiculous."

"Within three moves, Senior Brother Li will definitely defeat Feng Han!"

Zhao Yuan, the second in the Inner Sect of the Spirit Sword Sect, had burning eyes and a firm tone, obviously full of confidence in Li Qingyang.

Sure enough, Li Qingyang suddenly shouted in a low voice at this moment: "The spring breeze is not over!"

In an instant, the heavy snow all over the sky seemed to disappear for a moment, and a warm spring breeze brushed over everyone's faces.

But this is like a spring breeze, but there are countless Sword Rays, dense and long, and endless.

Feng Han slashed several times in a row, but he retreated steadily under this sword, unable to resist.

Li Qingyang turned his sword and slashed out with another sword.

"Defeat me!"

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