Fantasy: Please don’t steal my chance again

Run!

Ke Duanyue was like a lost dog, running wildly in the vast snowfield.

He looked terrified, and looked back from time to time, as if some flood beast was chasing him behind him.

As the fourth in the inner gate of the Northern Snow Sect, Ke Duanyue, who comprehended the sword intent at a young age, was respected by countless disciples of the Northern Snow Sect as the "Broken Yue Knife", and never thought that he would have such an embarrassed day.

That guy is a monster!

Ke Duanyue secretly scolded in his heart.

Everything he had experienced before was still flashing back in his mind over and over again, like a lingering nightmare.

The knife intent that he was proud of was like paper paste in front of that person, easily torn apart by a pair of fleshy palms.

It's incredible.

Even when he faced Senior Brother Feng Hanfeng, the chief of Beixue Inner Gate, Ke Duanyue had never been so frightened.

Senior Brother Feng Han is strong, but there are traces of strength.

That kid is strong against common sense, like a demon-like existence.

How can there be such a perverted innate eightfold, a strong man who comprehends the artistic conception of martial arts is like a dog, if he is allowed to grow to the innate tenfold, wouldn't he want to cross the level to kill the spirit sea?

It's ridiculous!

"How could such a monster suddenly appear in the Spirit Sword Sect, no, I have to inform Senior Brother Feng Han quickly..."

Ke Duanyue had a bad premonition in his heart, and he always felt that this person would become the biggest variable in their Northern Snow Sect's plan this time.

"I can't run away anymore, that kid is ghostly, and if he goes on like this, he will catch up sooner or later!"

Ke Duanyue thought about it for a while, and simply dug a snow nest in the same place and buried himself carefully.

It snows heavily all year round in the extreme north of the Little Cold Realm, and the traces of his escape will soon be covered by snowflakes.

In addition, Ke Duanyue has practiced a secret method of concealing his aura, and he is eighty percent sure that he can evade the other party's pursuit.

Ke Duanyue quickly urged the secret method, not only did he restrain the breath on his body, but even the speed of blood flow and the speed of his heart beat slowed down a lot, and the whole person seemed to be one with the snow.

I don't know how long it took, Ke Duanyue felt almost the same, and was thinking about whether to go out to investigate the situation.

Suddenly, the snow nest above his head exploded, and a clear voice sounded in Ke Duanyue's ears.

"Found you!".

Ke Duanyue looked up and saw that a handsome young man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes was looking at him with a smile.

Ke Xuanyue's pupils contracted, and his scalp was numb in an instant.

"You!".

In the snow, the figure exploded, and in the blink of an eye, it subsided.

The battle ended before it even began.

Gu Xuan casually threw Ke Duanyue, who was seriously injured and unconscious, back into the snow nest, and skillfully took off the storage spirit ring in the other party's hand.

The mind swept away, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

This disciple of the Beixue Sect estimated that he would not be able to imagine that no matter how powerful his concealment secret method was, he would not be able to hide the fate line on his body.

In Gu Xuan's eyes, the hole is like watching fire.

"There's only one last chance left..."

Gu Xuan raised his eyes and looked at the north.

A line of chance on his body that was as red as a flame was connected to a mountain peak in the extreme north of the Xiaohan Realm, if Gu Xuan remembered correctly, it should be the place where the Spirit Sword Sect and the Northern Snow Sect agreed to gamble.

Tomorrow is the day of the gambling fight, and Gu Xuan must be going.

However, before going, Gu Xuan decided to digest the harvest at hand first.

"Two Guiyuan Pills of the lower grade of the Xuan Rank, and eight Peiyuan Pills, should be enough to break through my Gengjin Gang Qi for two more layers..."

Gu Xuan looked around for a hidden place, split a snow pit with one palm and jumped in, and then took out a Guiyuan Pill and swallowed it.

The rolling aura erupts in the dantian, blending into the internal strength, and constantly refining....

The top of the extreme north of the small cold realm.

Many disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect and disciples of the Northern Snow Sect gathered here.

Today is the day when the two factions agreed to gamble.

"Li Qingyang, you're finally here!".

On the side of the Beixue Sect, Feng Han, who was wearing a heroic scarf, stood up from the ice cliff, walked in front of everyone in the Spirit Sword Sect, took out a storage spirit ring, put it on a boulder, and slowly spoke: "Here, there are eighty-three strains of hundred-year-old elixirs, thirty strains of five-hundred-year elixirs, and three thousand-year-old elixirs... There is also a 5,000-year-old quasi-medicine king.

It is the vast majority of the harvest of my Beixue sect disciples in the past three days. "

As Feng Han's words spoke, many disciples in the field looked at the small storage spirit ring on the boulder, and their eyes became hot.

With so many elixirs, if one person obtains them, how many resources should they be exchanged?

Not to mention, there is also a 5,000-year-old quasi-medicine king in it.

This strain alone is worth ten thousand-year-old elixirs!

Seeing this, Li Qingyang also took off the storage spirit ring in his hand, and with a flick of his hand, the spirit ring fell lightly and skillfully on the boulder, next to the storage spirit ring that sealed the cold.

"In my ring, except for the five thousand years of quasi-medicine king, the number of other elixirs is much more than yours. "

Li Qingyang said lightly, "If you feel unfair, you can take out the quasi-medicine king." "

Feng Han smiled slightly and said, "It's okay." "

The fight officially kicked off with two storage rings containing the vast majority of the two harvests dropped.

The expressions of the disciples on both sides became nervous and expectant.