Fantasy: Please don’t steal my chance again

As he spoke, Wang Hao appeared on the dueling table in a flash, and slapped Gu Xuan with one palm.

Gu Xuan slashed out.

The unparalleled sword light is reappeared.

It's a pity that this time, there was no scene of killing the opponent in one slash.

A hazy red light appeared in Wang Hao's hand, and he forcibly took Gu Xuan's knife.

"Xuanjie Knife Technique! No wonder..".

Wang Hao couldn't help but sigh.

Gu Xuan's eyes narrowed, and he noticed that Wang Hao was wearing a pair of dark red gloves on his hands, and the light was flowing.

"Again!".

Gu Xuan slashed out again.

Dacheng is a sword, and the sword light directly plows a deep trace on the dueling table.

But this domineering sword light was crushed by Wang Hao with one hand.

"Is this the innate tenfold?"

Gu Xuan took a deep breath.

Wang Hao's cultivation is three realms higher than him, and his internal strength is several times that of him.

Moreover, the level of the other party's palm technique and his attainments in palm technique are obviously not low.

The advantage of the absolute sword in the exercises has been infinitely erased.

"Then try my punch!".

Gu Xuan changed his knife to his fist and punched Wang Hao with one punch.

The distorted qi wave appeared again, and a huge force of 100,000 jin exploded.

Wang Hao's face changed slightly, but he didn't dodge, and met him with one palm.

"Boom!".

A huge explosion sounded from the stage, Gu Xuan did not retreat a step, but Wang Hao retreated more than a dozen steps.

"What brute force!".

Wang Hao looked at Gu Xuan in surprise and said, "Fighting at the same level, I'm really not your opponent." But now..."

Wang Hao's expression suddenly became indifferent.

"Burning Sun Hand!".

In the next moment, a strange throbbing came from Wang Hao's body.

It is somewhat similar to the scene when Han Wu used his strongest sword before, but it is more shocking and richer.

In an instant, everyone on the sidelines seemed to see that a big sun slowly rose from behind Wang Hao.

The scorching breath even made the faces of many people who were closer to the dueling table sweat.

"Yanyang palm, this is the real artistic conception of martial arts..."

Offstage, Han Wu's face was full of excitement, and his expression was fanatical, like Wang Hao's loyal fan.

"If you can be defeated under the scorching sun of Senior Brother Wang Hao, you are proud enough..."

On the Wei family's side, the faces of the group also showed expressions of emotion.

"Sure enough, sure enough..."

Gao Ran sighed: "Being able to rank among the top five in the inner gate of Chiyang Valley and kill Duan Fei, who is also a congenital ten-fold white devil, this Wang Hao really understands the artistic conception of martial arts."

His palm intent is more than ten times stronger than the rudimentary sword intent that Han Wu showed before, and I am afraid that he has already comprehended more than half of it..."

Wei Yang, Wei Can, and Li Cong looked shocked, and they couldn't find words to describe them.

There is only one thought circling in my heart: Is this the gap between us and the geniuses of the true sect?

With such a majesty, not to mention that his cultivation is lower than Wang Hao, even if he is in the same realm, there are a few people who can block this palm.

Even the heads of the three major families couldn't help but vibrate.

"What a hot sun hand, it's really terrifying!".

Wang Hao's palm directly conjured up the vision of the Great Sun, and the scorching air wave swept the audience.

Gu Xuan, who was standing alone in the opposite corner, was like a weed enduring the scorching sun, precarious.

"There's nothing to see, Wang Hao's palm, the coffin is conclusive!".

"If I were this teenager, it would be the most correct thing to do at this time and give up the knife and admit defeat. "

"Don't say that the innate sevenfold, even if it is the innate tenfold, you can't stop it!".

"He is also great enough, he can be regarded as a young genius if he can fight like this with the cultivation of the weak three realms and the Yanyang hand!"

Just when everyone decided that the victory and defeat had been divided, Gu Xuan was about to lose.

A deep sense of despair suddenly arose inexplicably from the hearts of many people.

It was as if there was a sudden plunge into a deep darkness in front of my eyes.

There is no way out, no hope, only a deep despair that goes deep into the marrow of the soul and comes from the soul.

Just now, it was clear that because of the influence of Wang Hao's scorching sun, it was unbearably hot, and many people suddenly felt cold at this time.

That feeling is like being suddenly drenched on the head by a basin of ice water in the summer, and I can't help but shiver.

Someone shouted, "Look!".

Only then did everyone find out that the dueling table was on.

The tall and handsome young man was holding a knife in both hands at this time, and a trace of black mist spread out from his body, and a pair of eyes turned pitch black, which was very strange.

Despair is growing!

"This is..."

Someone's eyes widened and he whispered in disbelief: "Knife intent!".

"Boom!".

Gu Xuan had already slashed out with one sword.

Hate hate hate!

Hate the heavens and be unfair!

One knife of despair, two into a knife!

The pitch-black knife light was like splashing ink, and it cut Wang Hao's hot sun palm with a single knife.

Knife cut big day!

The heat wave on the stage was swept away by the sword light, and the black knife qi pushed forward like a withering and decaying force.

"Click, click, click."

The huge fighting platform, under this knife, was almost flattened into two halves.

Wang Hao was obviously not deeply shocked by the power of this knife.

When he came back to his senses, he suddenly felt a trace of coldness on his skin.

When he looked up, a long knife as sharp as autumn water was quietly hovering above his head, ready to split him in half at any moment.

In front of him, there was Gu Xuan, who was covered with a deep sense of despair.

Facing the pair of dark and cold eyes, Wang Hao had a great fear in his heart, subconsciously trembled for a moment, and then said bitterly: "I lost." "

This moment.

On and off the stage, there was a deathly silence.

Countless people stared blankly, motionless, as if they had collectively been immobilized.