Xuanhuan : Please dont take my chance again

A tall and thin figure was an indifferent young man with long light blue hair, giving people a sense of uncertainty.
Wind Saint Son, Green Nightmare.
As for the other one….
Seeing this person, Gu Xuan’s eyes flickered slightly, and he gently read in his heart: “It is indeed him.” ”
The other person looked handsome and stood calmly on the stage, surrounded by countless visible sword qi.
Yuan Jiansheng!
Compared with the last time we met, the Yuan Jiansheng at this time had already reached the tenth level of the realm of life and death.
Moreover, it gave Gu Xuan a sense of returning to the Sect of Ten Thousand Streams and Consummation without leakage.
It could be seen that Yuan Jiansheng had become much stronger than when he was in the Tomb of the Dao Emperor.
The appearance of the Wind Sect Saint Son Qingyu and Yuan Jiansheng instantly pushed the atmosphere in the arena to a climax, and countless people watched the two talking and speculating fiercely.
“You say who can win this battle?”
“Does it still need to be said, it must be the Qing nightmare, although this swordsman is amazing, but after all, he is not our Ninth Heavenly Person, and the background in all aspects is more than a little bit different from the Qing nightmare.” The Green Nightmare has an absolute advantage over him! ”
“Indeed, the strength of the Green Nightmare can even rank in the top five among all the Divine Sons of the Three Heavens Sect, and it is very easy to deal with the last small swordsman.”
“Anyway, all my wealth has suppressed the Blue Nightmare to win!”
“Me too.”
Gu Xuan listened to the discussion of others, his eyes flashed, and he used the identity token to directly drop a million Elite Spirit Stones on Yuan Jiansheng’s body.
Unlike the remnants of the Ninth Heaven, Gu Xuan’s understanding of Yuan Jiansheng was deeper.
In this battle, he was optimistic about Yuan Jiansheng.
If Yuan Jiansheng could not even defeat a three-day Wind Sect Saint Son in the same realm, then he did not deserve to be called the only dawn of the Ten Thousand Years of Kendo in Zhongzhou.
Nor was he worthy of being Gu Xuan’s opponent.
Soon, the fight on the stage finally officially began.
“Middle-aged people … Huh…”
The Wind Sect Saint Son looked at the Yuan Jiansheng in front of him and snorted coldly, his face showing contempt and disdain.
The Ninth Heavenly Relic Clan has always looked down on non-Ninth Heavenly Beings and boasted of being a descendant of the gods who are high above.
This was evident in the more powerful the remnants, and the Wind Sect Saint Son was a typical representative.
“Give me repression!”
The Wind Sect Saint Son’s face flashed a cold color, and he directly held out a hand to Yuan Jiansheng, and his five fingers were grasped falsely.
In an instant, countless cyan winds arose on the Bidou Platform, and they slashed at Yuan Jiansheng like countless blades.
It’s like an impermeable net, cutting the void into squares and squares.
“The Mystery of the Wind…”
Gu Xuan’s eyes flickered.
From this move alone, it can be seen that the level of understanding of the mysteries of the wind by the Wind Sect Saint Son is not low, at least more than 40%.
This alone surpassed the young generation of Zhongzhou, and even those Saint Son-level figures who were on the list of life and death, and indeed they were one of the strongest fighting forces of the Ninth Heavenly Youth Generation.
However, in the face of this move of the Wind Sect Saint Son, Yuan Jiansheng’s face did not show the slightest hint of panic and fear.
He just held out a finger and spat out softly in his mouth: “Broken! ”
Suddenly, an extremely brilliant sword light bloomed from Yuan Jiansheng’s fingers.
The moment this sword light bloomed, the eyes of the whole audience were attracted to the past.
It was as if only this finger of Yuan Jiansheng was left in everyone’s eyes.
The next moment, the sword light was flatly cut down, and the Wind Sect Saint Son’s GangFeng Luo Net was easily cut open.
The sword light remained unabated, and it went straight to the Wind Sect Saint Son.
The Wind Sect Saint Son’s face changed, perhaps he didn’t expect Yuan Jiansheng to be able to break his move so easily.
“Wind Dance!”
The Wind Sect Saint Son let out a low sigh, and the whole person disappeared into the same place as a ball of fresh wind.
The Wind Sect Divine Son seemed to be completely integrated into the wind, a part of the style.
Not to mention the naked eye, ordinary people can’t even catch his figure with divine thoughts.
I only felt that the Bidou platform was full of the figure of the Wind Sect Saint Son, and it seemed that it was not everywhere.
With the rapid movement of the Wind Sect Saint Son, a huge cyan vortex arose on the Bidou Platform.
The vortex was filled with the power of strangulation, and it quickly wiped out the sword light that Yuan Jiansheng had just had, and then pressed towards the Yuan Jiansheng in the center of the whirlpool.
Bidoutai seems to have completely become a field of wind, full of dangers and full of killing opportunities.
And the Wind Sect Divine Son is the only master of this realm!
“Surrender, mortals of inferior blood… The people of Zhongzhou are only worthy to be slaves of my Nine Heavenly Gods! ”
The voice of the Wind Sect Son came from all directions of the Bidoutai, filled with the indomitable contempt of the supreme being.
But this attitude resonated with many onlookers, who stood up and applauded with excitement.
“That’s right, the Terrans of the Heavenly Xuan Continent are only worthy of being slaves of our Nine Heavenly Sects!”
“Mere swordsman, what qualifications do you have to stand in front of us and kneel?”
“Tear him apart, Blue Nightmare!” Let this lowly man see the truly powerful power of our ancient remnants! ”
“Green Nightmare! Green Nightmare! ”
The atmosphere on the field reached an instant climax.
At this moment, Yuan Jiansheng, who was located in the center of the Bidoutai, seemed to have become the target of everyone, a caged beast, and an object of contempt by everyone.
“Hum…”
The sneering laughter of the Wind Sect Saint Son kept ringing out.
The wind on the doudou platform intensified more and more intensely, as if it had the power to tear everything apart.
Yuan Jiansheng, on the other hand, was crumbling under this power, and seemed to be torn apart at any moment.
But Gu Xuan was not worried, he squinted his eyes at The Yuan Jiansheng on the stage, and whispered to himself: “Yuan Jiansheng, let me see, your current strength… In the end, is it qualified to stand in front of me again…”
Almost at the same time, Yuan Jiansheng struck.
“Immortal Sword Body!”
Yuan Jiansheng whispered expressionlessly.
Then endless sword qi emerged from Yuan Jiansheng’s body and surrounded him.
Yuan Jiansheng took a step forward, and the sword qi and powerful wind around him collided with each other, constantly canceling out.
But the sword qi born of the Yuan Sword seemed to be endless, endless.
Not only has it not weakened, but it has a tendency to intensify.
At the same time, Yuan Jiansheng’s eyes burst out two sword rays, locking on to a place in the void, replacing the sword with a fist, and swinging out a fist.
This punch was as if a Heavenly God Sword had been sheathed.
The sharp qi that bloomed in an instant directly cut through the Gang Wind, the realm of the Wind Sect Saint Son, and the Prohibition of the Law Array of the Bidou Platform.
A shocking voice instantly sounded on the platform.
“What?!”
The next moment, the sword light slashed down.
“Boo!”
A figure fell heavily from the platform.
His face was pale, his body was in a mess, the corners of his mouth were still bleeding, and his expression was shocked…
It is not who the Son of the Wind Will be.
With the defeat of the Wind Sect Saint Son, the vast battle arena was also quiet.
Countless people were stunned and fixed in place, stunned to look at the god-like Yuan Jiansheng on the Bidou Platform.
The rest of the Thunder, Fire, Jin, and Tubu saints stood up directly from their seats, their eyes fixed on Yuan Jiansheng, and their looks were shocked and shocked.