Xuanhuan: Please Don't Take My Chance Again

After speaking, the two of them turned into two black shadows, one after the other quickly entering the valley.

Chapter 048. The Power of One Punch (3/5)

In the valley, several Northern Snow Sect disciples were surrounding a handsome young boy.

The blue robes on the boy's body were clearly the clothes of the inner disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect.

The three Northern Snow Sect disciples were all at the seventh or eighth level of congenital cultivation.

But finding that the young man was alone, his expression suddenly became malicious.

"Spirit Sword Sect boy!",

The famous Northern Snow Sect disciple narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "Put down the elixir in your hand, and keep your previous harvest, obediently get out of the valley, otherwise

Saying that, an aura erupted from the three of them, forming a hidden triangle, blocking the young man's back and forth, revealing his threat.

The young man is Gu Xuan

He was passing through the valley and happened to find a blue line of opportunity.

Just after picking a [-]-year-old elixir, I saw that the owner of the line of opportunity had come to the door.

Coincidentally, he was still a disciple of the Northern Snow Sect.

but

This doesn't seem like a bad thing.

"The same words will be returned to you

Gu Xuan's eyes swept over the three of them, and said with a smile: "Leave the things on your body and get out of the valley to avoid the pain of flesh and blood.

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

A Beixue disciple who was born at the eighth level shook his head and stepped out, "I'll teach him a lesson.

Before they finished speaking, the three Beixue disciples suddenly felt a strong throbbing in their hearts, and their scalps suddenly became numb, as if a wild and ancient beast suddenly appeared in front of them, showing their fangs towards them.

The body of Bei Xue's disciple of the eighth level of congenital nature flew out like a cannonball, smashing heavily on the rock wall of the valley, and most of his body was deeply embedded.

The remaining two were stunned for a moment, and turned their heads just to see Gu Xuan's movement of slowly closing his fists.

Damn it!"

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

The two Bei Xue disciples were shocked and angry, and they drew their swords and rushed towards Gu Xuan.

But Gu Xuan's figure disappeared like a ghost.

Before the two could react, they felt a terrifying fist attack from their chests, and their bodies flew out uncontrollably.

"Boom bang-

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

"Who are you anyway?"

The three Beixue disciples opened their eyes wide and looked at Gu Xuan who was walking slowly. Even if he vomited blood, he could not hide the shock and fear on their faces.

Innate eight-layer, how can innate eight-layer possess such terrifying power?!

A few of them now feel like the bones in their whole body are cracked and the pain is like cracking.

Where does this kid look like a human being in front of him, he is clearly a humanoid monster in human skin!

Gu Xuan walked carelessly, and with his current strength, he didn't even need a third of his strength to deal with several Beixue disciples who were in the seventh or eighth level.

With ease, swatting them away is like swatting away a few flies.

Just as Gu Xuan was about to collect the belongings of several people, at this moment, a piercing wind of swords fell from the sky.

"Wind!

Gu Xuan quickly dodged, and the violent sword light left a deep trace on the position where he was standing.

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

"Brother Zongming!

Seeing the young man with knife eyebrows, the faces of several Beixue disciples immediately showed joy.

"Boy, you're done!"

"Senior Brother Zongming, how long can you be arrogant?

Several people climbed out of the mountain wall with difficulty and stared at Gu Xuan with gnashing teeth.

The sword-brow youth glanced at a few people and said coldly: "A group of trash, a few people can't even deal with a congenital eight-layer."

The three of them were ashamed and ashamed, and defended: "Senior Brother Zongming, this person is brute force, which is amazing!"

"Innate eight-layer, how amazing can it be?

The sword-brow youth snorted, his eyes fell on Gu Xuan, and he said: "If you hurt my Beixue disciple, you don't have to think about leaving your whole body today, and you will lose a lot.

As he said that, a violent saber qi burst out from the sword-brow youth, like the wind in the north, emitting a slight chill, and the temperature in the whole valley was very cold.

Gu Xuan didn't seem to feel it at all, just stared at the young man with knife eyebrows.

things on your body.

A top-grade long knife!

storage spirit

Gu Xuan's eyes lit up, didn't this bring warmth to him.

Gu Xuan couldn't hold back the joy in his heart, he launched the instant shadow step, and the whole person turned into a ghost and attacked the young man with sword eyebrows.

"act recklessly!"

The sword-brow youth saw that Gu Xuan dared to take the initiative to attack in front of him, a trace of anger flashed on his face, and he slashed out.

"Snow!"

"

"Whoosh-

With this knife cut out, it seems that winter has come to the small valley.

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

This fist draws a dark trace that is visible to the naked eye in the void, and the fist is like a vortex, swallowing all the cold air knife gas.

Then, a punch smashed the knife light of the young man with eyebrows and smashed it heavily on the young man's chest.

"Crack

The young man's chest collapsed instantly, his eyeballs protruded, and he flew out with a bang.

"Boom--

A few boulders as tall as one person fell, like a ball, and flew directly out of the valley

Uh

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

All stunned all of a sudden

Standing dumbfounded, looking at the direction where the young man with the sword eyebrows disappeared, his mind did not turn around at all.

049 Strength crushing, the correct way to open the small cold realm (4/5)

Master Zong Ming

Was kicked out by someone?

Several people on the field blinked their eyes, their brains were blank, and their expressions were all stunned.

Who is Senior Brother Zong Ming?

Ranked eighth on the Northern Snow School's Inner Sect Ranking, with ten innate qualities, and excellent swordsmanship,

There are disciples of the Beixue faction who can outperform Zong Ming in the inner sect, but there is no one who can defeat him in one move, except for senior brother Feng Han, who is number one in the inner sect.

But what do they see now?

Senior Brother Zong Ming, was instantly killed by a disciple of the eighth-level Spirit Sword Sect?!

At this moment, several of them have a feeling of doubting life.

Gu Xuan didn't have time to pay any attention to them, and came out of the valley in a flash. Under the shocked and terrified eyes of the young man with sword eyebrows, he skillfully took away the storage spirit ring and the fallen human-level treasured sword from his hand.

"This is supposed to be my chance, I threw a mess of personal belongings on the young man with a knife eyebrow, and said happily.

Dao Mei youth has a lot of spirit medicines in the storage spirit ring, there are about a dozen plants, it is estimated that the harvest of these people is all on him.

Gu Xuan was too lazy to go to trouble with the remaining few people,

Take something and walk away.

After a long time, the Beixue disciples in the valley suddenly woke up and rushed out of the valley in a hurry.

"Senior Brother Zongming!"

"Brother Zongming, are you alright?

The arrogant young man with knife eyebrows was pale at this time, and his face was full of doubts about life.

He raised his hands with difficulty, and found that his hands were still trembling.

Recalling the punch he just faced, fear flooded into my heart like a tide.

Incomparable, incomparable!

Under the power of that punch, his own blade was easily torn apart like a brittle piece of paper.

Totally crushed!