Fantasy: Please Don’t Take My Chance Again

As he said that, Wang Hao appeared on the dueling platform in a flash, and slapped Gu Xuan with his palm.

Gu Xuan slashed out with a single knife.

The reappearance of the peerless sword light.

It's a pity that this time, there was no scene of one-shot killing the opponent again.

A dim red light appeared from Wang Hao's hand, and he took Gu Xuan's knife abruptly.

"Xuanjie Saber Technique! No wonder..."

Wang Hao couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

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

"Come again!"

Gu Xuan slashed out again.

Dacheng Jue Dao, the light of the Dao directly plowed a deep mark on the dueling platform.

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

"Is this the Innate Tenth Stage?"

Gu Xuan took a deep breath.

Wang Hao's Cultivation Base is three realms higher than his, and his inner strength is also several times his.

Moreover, the level of palm technique practiced by the other party and the attainments in palm technique are obviously not low.

Jue Dao's advantage in Cultivation Technique has been wiped out infinitely.

"Then try me with a punch!"

Gu Xuan changed his sword and punched Wang Hao.

The distorted air wave reappeared, and a huge force of one hundred thousand catties exploded.

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

"boom!"

A huge explosion sounded from the stage, Gu Xuan didn't take a step back, but Wang Hao took a dozen steps back.

"What a brute force!"

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

Wang Hao's expression suddenly became indifferent.

"Yanyang hand!"

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

It is somewhat similar to the scene when Han Wu performed the strongest knife before, but it is more shocking and full-bodied.

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

The scorching breath even caused sweat to drip from the faces of many people who were closer to the duel ring.

"Yangyang's palm, this is the real artistic conception of martial arts..."

Offstage, Han Wu's face was full of excitement, with a fanatical expression like Wang Hao's loyal fanboy.

"You can be proud enough to be defeated by senior brother Wang Hao's Yanyang palm..."

On the side of the Wei family, a group of people also showed expressions of emotion on their faces.

"Sure enough, sure enough..."

Gao Lan murmured and sighed: "Being able to rank among the top five in the Inner Sect of Chiyang Valley and kill Duan Fei, the white demon who is also in the Innate Tenth Stage, this Wang Hao really understood the artistic conception of martial arts.

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

Wei Yang, Wei Can and Li Cong were so shocked that they couldn't find words to describe it.

There is only one thought circling in my mind: Is this the gap between us and the real Sect geniuses?

With such power, not to mention that Cultivation Base is lower than Wang Hao, even in the same Realm, there are few people who can resist this palm.

Even the patriarchs of the three major families couldn't help but feel shocked.

"What a Yanyang hand, he is really a fearsome young man!"

Wang Hao's palm directly transformed into a vision of the sun, and scorching air swept across the audience.

Standing alone at the opposite corner, Gu Xuan is like a weed that is enduring the scorching sun and is in danger.

"There's nothing to look at, Wang Hao's palm is the final conclusion!"

"If I were this young man, it would be the most correct way to abandon the sword and admit defeat at this time."

"Don't talk about the Innate Seventh Stage, even the Innate Tenth Stage can't stop it!"

"He is also amazing enough. To be able to play like this with Cultivation Base and Yanyang Hands who are three Realms weaker, he can be regarded as a young genius!"

Just when everyone believed that the victory was decided and Gu Xuan was about to lose.

A hint of deep despair suddenly and inexplicably arises from the hearts of many people.

It was as if suddenly plunged into a deep darkness.

There is no way out, no hope, only a deep despair that penetrates the bone and springs from the soul.

It was obvious just now that it was unbearably hot due to the influence of Wang Hao's Yanyang palm, but now many people suddenly felt cold.

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

Someone whispered: "Look!"

Only then did everyone realize that it was on the dueling stage.

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

Despair is growing like crazy!

"this is..."

Someone opened their eyes wide and exhaled in disbelief: "Sword intent!"

"boom!"

Gu Xuan has already slashed out.

Hate hate hate!

Hate the injustice!

Desperate one knife, 20% knife intent!

The pitch-black blade was as bright as splashed ink, and it sliced ​​open Wang Hao's Yanyang palm with one stroke.

Big day!

The heat wave on the stage was swept away by the light of the knife, and the black knife energy pushed forward like a rotten one.

"Kacha Kacha—"

Under this knife, the huge competition platform was almost evenly divided into two halves.

Obviously, Wang Hao has not been deeply shocked by the power of this knife.

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

Looking up, a sharp long knife like autumn water hovered quietly above his head, ready to split him in half at any time.

In front of him was Gu Xuan, whose whole body was full of despair.

Facing those dark and cold eyes, Wang Hao felt great fear in his heart, shivered subconsciously, and then said bitterly: "I lost."

this moment.

On stage and off stage, there was deathly silence.

Countless people stared blankly, motionless, as if they had been hit by a freeze spell.