Fantasy: Please Don’t Take My Chance Again

"You say that the younger generation who is known as the number one sword in the sky, is he a part of the inheritance of the ancient sword emperor? Otherwise, how could he be so amazing at such a young age!"

"Most likely!"

While everyone below was discussing, there was a burst of undisguised laughter from the sky above their heads.

"The first knife in Zhongtian? It's ridiculous, who admits that he is the first knife in Zhongtian?"

Everyone looked up and saw a man and a woman standing in mid-air.

The man was dressed in a luxurious purple robe, embroidered with flowers, birds, insects and fish, the sun, the moon and the star, and wearing a purple gold crown on his head.

The woman standing next to the man is also the first-class beauty in the world, especially the one who is naturally charming. Every gesture, every gesture, every frown and smile makes people dreamy.

The pupils of the people below contracted and recognized the identities of the two.

"This is...the first holy son of the Sacred Land of the Purple Mansion! And the woman beside him is the contemporary witch of the Heavenly Devil sect!"

"Why are they together?"

"Shh—be careful not to talk nonsense."

The first son of the Sacred Land of the Purple Mansion coldly glanced at the people below, and snorted coldly: "A person like an ant dares to talk about the real dragon in the sky? Humph!"

The faces of many Practitioners below were flushed, with a 13 look that dared not speak out.

Qin Qingmiao, who was standing beside the Zifu Shengzi, rolled her eyes and said, "Zifu Shengzi, you can just say this in front of me, and don't mention it in front of that person. That person's temper is not good. Great..."

The Prince of the Zi Mansion looked terrified, and said with a sneer, "Could it be that Fairy Qin also thinks that I'm not as good as the so-called No. 1 knife in the sky?"

Qin Qingmiao said indifferently: "He ranks higher than you in the list of life and death."

A hint of embarrassment flashed across the face of the Zifu Shengzi, and he argued: "So what? The ranking of the life and death list does not depend entirely on strength, but also on luck, talent, age, etc...

I admit that Gu Xuan's son Talent is much stronger than me, after all, he entered the realm of life and death before the age of twenty.

But because of this, his ranking, age Talent accounted for a larger proportion, greater moisture.

I am in the Seventh Stage of life and death, but he is only in the First Stage of life and death.

If it's a life-and-death struggle, I might not be as good as him!"

"Really? The concubine actually is not very familiar with this."

Qin Qingmiao lowered her eyes and said calmly.

The Zifu Shengzi gritted his teeth and said: "I always want to prove it to you, see if my strength is stronger than the so-called first sword in the sky!"

Seeing the mighty first rank Sacred Land's first holy son revealing himself like a peacock spreading its tail in front of her, Qin Qingmiao couldn't help but feel somewhat complacent.

But thinking of a certain figure with peerless grace, this little complacency quickly disappeared without a trace.

"Is he that person? If he is, how should I approach him? Can't I just tell him directly?"

Qin Qingmiao was tangled in her heart.

If many geniuses in Zhongzhou knew that Qin Qingmiao, the goddess they all dreamed of, was so worried about a man, they wouldn't know if they would be so envious that they would vomit blood for three liters.

At this moment, several streamers of light appeared in the distant sky, and an extremely powerful figure came from the sky.

A majestic young man with blond hair and golden brows, with a body like a great sun, burning with raging red golden flames all over his body.

There is also a handsome young man with skin as white as jade, whose essence forms a huge white elephant phantom behind him, and every step he takes, attracts vibrations from the void.

There is also a handsome man in Taoist robes, ethereal as a fairy.

Almost every one of them has the blessing of the general trend of heaven and earth, their luck is like a dragon, and their demeanor is not inferior to that of the Zifu Shengzi.

"The Golden Crow Prince of the Golden Crow Dynasty!

The White Elephant is the first son of Sacred Land.

Son of Daoyan Sacred Land..

Hiss—the young generation, the sons of Tianjiao who are on the list of life and death are almost here!"

"After all, it is the tomb of the ancient sword emperor, who once suppressed the inheritance of the powerful emperor of an era. The younger generation, the younger generation, and even the older generation, who wouldn't want to fight for the next generation?!"

"Prince Shenxi, the eldest son of Shensao Zong and other gods are also here! But their Cultivation Base is obviously a bit weaker, this time it is not the stage of the gods."

Indeed, apart from those geniuses on the list of life and death [the geniuses on the list of gods are also here.

But compared with the many life and death arrogances who have already set foot on the road to the king, the light of these people is undoubtedly much dimmed.

If we compare the many talents on the list of life and death to the scorching sun, then the geniuses on the list of gods are the bright moon beside the scorching sun, and many of the rays of light are covered by the scorching sun.

At this time, three beautiful figures came from a distance.

These three people have different ages, but all of them are stunning, especially the one who is guarded by two women.

But at the age of twenty-eight, her appearance is extremely clear and beautiful, especially the dark red between her brows, which gives people a feeling of Zhong Tiandi's beauty.

"Good guy, the three Holy Maidens from Yaotai Sacred Land are all here.

The first Holy Maiden is Tantai Qingyin, the third Holy Maiden is Zhu Ziyan, and the one in the middle...isn't the most mysterious second Holy Maiden Su Qingmo in the legend?"

"It must be, it is said that this woman is the most loved by the Holy Master of Yaotai, and she even gave her name by herself.

You can see that she is not very old, and her Cultivation Base is not outstanding, but she can suppress Zhu Ziyan and become the second Holy Maiden in Yaotai Sacred Land.

"Hey, the three daughters are all True Phoenixes in the sky. If I can marry one of them, I'd be willing to live eight hundred years less!"

"Dream you..."

The three daughters of Sacred Land in Yaotai have their own merits, and they are all immortal and beautiful. Compared with Qin Qingmiao, they are not inferior at all.

Su Qingmo stood between Tantai Qingyin and Zhu 393 Ziyan, her eyes were wide open, she looked around the field curiously, as if she was looking for something.

"My lord, where are you, my lord?"

Zhu Ziyan next to her also has erratic eyes, with a look similar to hers.

At this time, two figures came from a distance.

The two Daoist shadows, one east and the other west, were magnificent, and before they approached, they overshadowed the limelight of the many life and death heroes in the field, attracting many people's attention.

One of the figures stepped on the sword lotus, stepped on a lotus, and countless Sword Qi came and went.

The moment he appeared, the long swords in the hands of many people in the field trembled endlessly, as if they were welcoming and singing something.

Even some powerhouses in the realm of life and death need to desperately suppress the own saber to stop this kind of change.

Someone had a complex expression, and said with emotion in a low voice: "Don't look at it, with such power, who else can there be except for the one who is known as the dawn of ten thousand years of swordsmanship in the Profound Sky Continent?"

"Yuan, sword, life!"

When this person appeared, the complexions of Zifu Shengzi, Golden Crow Prince, Daoyan Shengzi, Baixiang Shengzi and others all changed slightly, and there was a look of fear in their eyes.

Yuan Jiansheng came to the front a few steps, looked at the eyes of countless people as nothing, but glanced at the figure to the west who came with him, and said in a low voice: Is it the first knife in the sky? . . .”