Fantasy: Please Don’t Take My Chance Again

A tall and thin figure, an indifferent young man with light blue long hair, gave people a feeling of erratic.

Son of the Wind Department, Green Nightmare.

As for the other...

Seeing this person, Gu Xuan's eyes flickered slightly, and he thought softly in his heart: "It really is him.

The other person looks handsome, standing calmly on the stage, surrounded by countless Sword Qi visible to the naked eye.

Yuan Jiansheng!

Compared with the last meeting, Yuan Jiansheng at this time has reached the Tenth Stage of life and death.

And it gave Gu Xuan a sense of returning to the clan, complete and perfect.

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

The appearance of Qing Mo and Yuan Jiansheng, the holy sons of the Fengbu, instantly pushed the atmosphere in the arena to a climax. Countless people watched the two discuss and speculate intensely.

"Who do you think will win this battle?"

"Does it need to be said, it must be the green devil. Although this swordsman is amazing, he is not our Ninth Stage man after all. His background in all aspects is more than a little bit worse than the green devil. The green devil has an absolute advantage against him. The advantages!"

"Indeed, Qingmao's strength ranks among the top five among all the holy sons of the Three Heavenly Tribes. It couldn't be easier to face a small swordsman."

"Anyway, all of my wealth has been overwhelmed by Qingmao to win!"

"I'm 13 too."

Gu Xuan listened to other people's comments, his eyes flashed, and he used his identity token to directly place a million top-quality Spirit Stones on Yuan Jiansheng.

Unlike the Ninth Stage survivors, Gu Xuan has a deeper understanding of Yuan Jiansheng.

In this battle, he is optimistic about Yuan Jiansheng.

If Yuan Jiansheng can't even defeat a mere Saint Son of the Wind Department in the middle three days in the same Realm, then he is not worthy to be called the only dawn of the Zhongzhou Sword Dao in the past ten thousand years.

Not worthy to be Gu Xuan's opponent either.

Soon, the competition on the stage finally officially began.

"People from Zhongzhou...heh..."

Seiko Fengbu looked at Yuan Jiansheng in front of him, snorted coldly, with contempt and disdain on his face.

The Ninth Stage Heavenly Survivors have always looked down on people who are not Ninth Stage Heavenly, and they call themselves the descendants of the gods who are aloof.

This point is more obvious in the stronger survivors, Seiko Kazebu is a typical representative.

"Suppress me!"

A cold look flashed on the face of Fengbu Shengzi, and he directly stretched out a hand to Yuan Jiansheng, grasping with five fingers.

In an instant, countless cyan winds emerged from the Bidou stage, and they slashed towards Yuan Jiansheng like countless blades.

It is like an impenetrable net, cutting the void into squares and squares.

"The Profound Truth of the Wind..."

Gu Xuan's eyes flickered.

From this move alone, it can be seen that the degree of comprehension of the profound meaning of the wind by the Son of the Wind Department is not low, at least 40% or more.

In this alone, he surpassed the Zhongzhou youth generation, and even those holy sons who were on the life and death list, and he was indeed one of the strongest combat powers of the Ninth Stage youth generation.

Facing the move of Fengbu Shengzi, Yuan Jiansheng didn't show any panic or fear on his face.

He just stretched out a finger flatly, and whispered in his mouth: "Broken!"

In an instant, the sword ray, which had fallen to the extreme, bloomed from the swordplayer's fingers.

The moment Sword Ray bloomed, all the eyes of the audience were attracted to it.

It seemed that only Yuan Jiansheng's finger was left in everyone's eyes.

The next moment, Sword Ray slashed flatly, and Seiko Kazebu's Astral Wind Net was easily cut open.

Sword Ray's momentum remained undiminished, and he went straight to the Son of the Wind Department.

Shengzi Fengbu's face changed, maybe he never expected Yuan Jiansheng to break his move so easily.

"Wind Dance!"

The Seiko of the Kazebu gave a low shout, and his whole body turned into a cloud of breeze and disappeared in place.

The Son of the Wind Department seemed to be completely integrated into the wind, becoming a part of the wind.

Not to mention the naked eye, ordinary people can't even catch his figure with their spiritual sense.

I just feel that there are figures of Seiko Fengbu everywhere on Bidoutai, but it seems that they are not everywhere.

With the rapid movement of the Kazebu Seiko, a huge cyan vortex was born on the fighting platform.

The vortex was full of strangling power, and quickly wiped out the Sword Ray that Yuan Jiansheng had just cast, and then pressed on Yuan Jiansheng at the center of the vortex step by step.

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

And Seiko Kazebu is the only master of this Realm!

"Surrender, mortals with inferior bloodlines... People from the Central Province are only worthy to be slaves of the Ninth Stage Celestial Race!"

The voice of the Seiko of the Wind Department came from all directions of the Bidoutai, full of contempt.

However, this attitude resonated with many onlookers, who all stood up excitedly and applauded.

"That's right, the people from the Profound Sky Continent are only worthy to be slaves of our Ninth Stage Heavenly Tribes!"

"A mere swordsman, what right do you have to stand in front of us and kneel down!"

"Tear him apart, dare! Let this lowly person see the true power of our ancient survivors!

! Nightmare!"

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

At this moment, Yuan Jiansheng, who was located in the center of the competition stage, seemed to be the target of public criticism, the beast in the cage, and the object of being judged and despised by everyone.

"hum"

Seiko Kazabe's sneer kept ringing out.

The wind on the stage is getting stronger and stronger, as if it has the power to tear everything apart.

And Yuan Jiansheng was crumbling under this force, as if he would be torn to pieces at any moment.

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 if your current strength is qualified to stand in front of me again. ..”

Almost at the same time, Yuan Jiansheng made a move. 497

"Indestructible sword body!"

Yuan Jiansheng let out a low drink with no expression on his face.

Then endless Sword Qi emerged from Yuan Jiansheng's body, surrounding him.

Yuan Jiansheng took a step forward, and the Sword Qi around him collided with the powerful wind, constantly offsetting each other.

But Yuan Jiansheng's Sword Qi seems to be endless and endless.

Not only has it not weakened, but it has become more and more serious.

At the same time, two sword glows shot out from Yuan Jiansheng's eyes, locked on to a certain place in the void, replaced the sword with a fist, and swung out with one fist.

This punch was like a heaven-shocking divine sword unsheathed.

The razor-sharp aura that bloomed in an instant directly sliced ​​through the Gangfeng, the Realm of the Son of the Wind Department, and the Restrictions of Bidoutai's magic circle.

A shocking voice sounded instantly from the competition platform.

"what?!"

The next moment, Sword Ray cut down.

"Boom!"

A figure fell heavily from the fighting platform.

His face was pale, his figure was in a state of embarrassment, blood was still dripping from the corner of his mouth, and his expression was shocked

Who would it be if it wasn't Seiko Kazebu.

And with the defeat of Seiko Kazebu, the huge arena also became quiet.

Countless people froze in place in astonishment, staring blankly at the god-like Yuan Jiansheng on the stage.

The rest of the sons of Leibu, Huobu, Jinbu, and Tubu stood up directly from their seats, staring closely at Yuan Jiansheng, with expressions of surprise and shock. .