Fantasy: Please don’t steal my chance again

A tall and thin figure is an indifferent young man with long pale cyan hair, giving people a sense of fluctuation.

The Holy Son of the Wind Department, the Blue Nightmare.

As for the other one ....

Seeing this person, Gu Xuan's eyes flickered slightly, and he said softly in his heart: "Sure enough, it's him." "

The other person was handsome, standing calmly on the stage, and the countless sword qi visible to the naked eye around him were uncertain.

Yuan Jiansheng!

Compared with the last time they met, Yuan Jiansheng at this time had already reached the tenth level of life and death.

And it gave Gu Xuan a sense of returning to the sect and being complete and leaky.

It can be seen that Yuan Jiansheng has become much stronger than when he was in the Sword Emperor Tomb.

The appearance of the Holy Son of the Wind Department, Qing Xiao and Yuan Jiansheng, instantly pushed the atmosphere in the arena to a climax, and countless people watched the two of them talk about it, and they discussed and speculated fiercely.

"Who do you think will win this battle?"

"Needless to say, it must be the Qing Nightmare, although this swordsman is amazing, but after all, he is not our Nine Heavens people, and his background in all aspects is more than a little bit worse than the Qing Nightmare. The Nightmare has an absolute advantage over him!"

"Indeed, Qing Xiao's strength can be ranked in the top five even among all the Holy Sons of the Middle Three Heavens, and it couldn't be easier against a small swordsman. "

"Anyway, my entire net worth is suppressed by the green nightmare to win!"

"Me too. "

Gu Xuan listened to the discussion of others, his eyes flashed, and he used the identity token to directly place a million top-grade spirit stones on Yuan Jiansheng's body.

Unlike the remnants of the Nine Heavens, Gu Xuan had a deeper understanding of Yuan Jiansheng.

In this battle, he is optimistic about Yuan Jiansheng.

If Yuan Jiansheng couldn't even beat the Holy Son of the Wind Department in the same realm, then he didn't deserve to be called the only dawn of the sword in Zhongzhou for ten thousand years.

is not worthy of being Gu Xuan's opponent.

Soon, the competition on the stage finally officially began.

"The people of Zhongzhou... Heh..."

The Holy Son of the Wind Department looked at Yuan Jiansheng in front of him and snorted coldly, with contempt and disdain on his face.

The Nine Heavens Relics have always looked down on those who are not the Nine Heavens, and claim to be descendants of the gods who are high above.

This is more obvious in the stronger the bereaved clan, and the Holy Son of the Wind is a typical representative.

"Give me a crackdown!"

A cold color flashed on the face of the Holy Son of the Wind Department, and he directly stretched out a hand to Yuan Jiansheng, grabbing it with his five fingers.

In an instant, countless cyan winds appeared on the fighting platform, and they slashed towards Yuan Jiansheng like countless blades.

It's like an impenetrable net, cutting the void into traces of block by piece.

"The mystery of the wind..."

Gu Xuan's eyes flickered.

From this trick alone, it can be seen that the Holy Son of the Wind Department has a good understanding of the mystery of the wind, at least more than forty percent.

This alone surpasses the young generation of Zhongzhou, and even those saint-level figures on the list of life and death, and is indeed one of the strongest combat forces of the young generation of the Nine Heavens.

In the face of the move of the Holy Son of the Wind Department, Yuan Jiansheng's face did not show the slightest hint of panic and fear.

He just stretched out a finger and spat lightly: "Break!"

In an instant, an extremely brilliant sword light bloomed from Yuan Jiansheng's fingers.

The moment this sword light bloomed, the eyes of the audience were attracted.

It seems that only this finger of Yuan Jiansheng is left in everyone's eyes.

In the next moment, the sword light slashed down flatly, and the wind net of the Holy Son of the Wind was easily cut.

The sword light remained unabated, and slashed straight towards the Holy Son of the Wind Department.

The face of the Holy Son of the Wind Department changed, perhaps he didn't expect Yuan Jiansheng to be able to break through his move so easily.

"Whirling Dance of the Wind!"

The Holy Son of the Wind Department let out a low sigh, and the whole person turned into a ball of wind and disappeared in place.

The Seiko of the Wind seems to have completely integrated into the wind and turned into a part of the style.

Not to mention the naked eye, ordinary people can't even capture where his figure is by divine thoughts.

I just feel that the figure of the Holy Son of the Wind Department is everywhere on the platform, and it seems that it is not everywhere.

As the Son of the Wind Head moved rapidly, a huge cyan vortex was born on the platform.

The whirlpool was filled with the power of strangulation, quickly obliterating the sword light that Yuan Jiansheng had just had, and then pressed towards Yuan Jiansheng in the center of the whirlpool.

Bidoutai seems to have completely become a realm of wind, full of danger and murderous intent everywhere.

And the Holy Son of the Wind Department is the only master of this realm!

"Surrender, mortal of inferior blood... The people of Zhongzhou are only worthy of being slaves of my Ninefold Heavenly God Clan!"

The voice of the Holy Son of the Wind came from all sides of the Arena, filled with unstoppable contempt from above.

But this attitude resonated with many onlookers, and they all stood up and applauded with high spirits.

"That's right, the human race of the Tianxuan Continent is only worthy of being the slaves of our Nine Heavenly Tribes!"

"Mere swordsman, what qualifications do you have to stand in front of us and kneel!"

"Tear him apart, Celestial Nightmare! Let this lowly man see the true power of our Ancient Relic Clan!"

"Nightmare!

The atmosphere on the field reached a climax in an instant.

At this moment, Yuan Jiansheng, who was in the center of the competition, seemed to have become the target of everyone, a caged beast, and an object of judgment and contempt by everyone.

"Hmph..."

The sneer of the Holy Son of the Wind Department kept ringing out.

The wind on the fighting platform intensified, as if it had the power to tear everything apart.

And Yuan Jiansheng was crumbling under this power, and it seemed that he would be torn apart at any time.

But Gu Xuan was not worried, he squinted his eyes and looked at Yuan Jiansheng on the stage, and whispered to himself: "Yuan Jiansheng, let me see, your current strength... Are you qualified to stand in front of me again..."

Almost at the same time, Yuan Jiansheng made a move.

"Immortal Sword Body!"

Yuan Jiansheng let out an expressionless snort.

Then endless sword qi emerged from Yuan Jiansheng's body, surrounding him.

Yuan Jiansheng took one step at a time, and the sword qi around his body and the powerful Gangfeng collided with each other, constantly canceling out.

But Yuan Jiansheng's sword qi seemed to be endless, endless.

Far from weakening, there is a tendency to intensify.

At the same time, two sword rays burst out of Yuan Jiansheng's eyes, tightly locked on a certain place in the void, replaced the sword with a fist, and swung out with a punch.

This punch was as if a heaven-shattering sword had come out of its sheath.

The sharp qi that bloomed in an instant directly cut through the Gangfeng, the realm of the Holy Son of the Wind Department, and the forbidden circle of the Doutai.

A shocked voice instantly sounded on the fighting platform.

"What?!"

The next moment, the sword light slashed down.

"Bang!"

A figure fell out of the arena.

His face was pale, his body was embarrassed, blood was still flowing from the corners of his mouth, and his expression was shocked...

If it's not the Holy Son of the Wind Department, who will it be.

And with the defeat of the Holy Son of the Wind Department, the huge arena was also quiet.

Countless people froze in shock, stunned and looked at the god-like Yuan Jiansheng on the competition platform.

The rest of the Thunder Ministry, Fire Ministry, Gold Ministry, Earth Ministry, and other holy sons stood up directly from their seats, their eyes staring at Yuan Jiansheng tightly, their expressions shocked and shocked.