Fantasy: Please Don’t Take My Chance Again

escape!

Ke Duanyue ran wildly in the vast snowfield like a bereaved dog.

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

As the fourth in the Inner Sect of the North Snow Sect, Ke Duanyue, who has comprehended the meaning of the sword at a young age and is respectfully called the "Duanyue Sword" by countless disciples of the North Snow School, never thought that he would have such a miserable day.

That guy is a monster!

Ke Duanyue cursed secretly in his heart.

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

The sword intent that I was so proud of was like paper in front of that person, and was easily torn to pieces by a pair of fleshy palms.

It's just unbelievable.

Even when facing Senior Brother Feng Hanfeng, chief of Beixue Inner Sect, Ke Duanyue had never been so terrified.

Senior brother Feng Han is strong, but there are traces of being strong.

That kid is so strong against common sense, he exists like a demon.

How can there be such a perverted Innate Eighth Stage? A strong man who hits the Innate Tenth Stage to comprehend the artistic conception of martial arts is like a dog. If he is allowed to grow to the Innate Tenth Stage, wouldn't he have to leap to kill Linghai?

It's ridiculous!

"How could such a monster suddenly appear from the Spirit Sword Sect? No, I have to inform Senior Brother Feng Han immediately..."

Ke Duanyue had a bad premonition in his heart, always feeling that this person would become the biggest variable in their Beixue faction's plan this time.

"I can't escape anymore, that kid's whereabouts are ghostly, and he will catch up with him sooner or later!"

Ke Duanyue thought about it, and simply dug a snow nest on the spot, and buried himself carefully.

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

In addition, Ke Duanyue has practiced a secret method to hide his breath, so he is 80% sure that he can escape the opponent's pursuit.

Ke Duanyue quickly activated the secret method, not only restraining the breath in his body, but also slowing down the speed of blood flow and heartbeat, and the whole person seemed to be integrated with the snow.

I don't know how long it took, Ke Duanyue felt that he was almost done, and was considering whether to go out to investigate the situation.

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

"Got you!"

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

Ke Duanyue's pupils contracted, and his scalp felt numb instantly.

"you!"

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

The battle was over before it even started.

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 from the opponent's hand.

With a sweep of divine sense, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

This Beixue faction disciple probably wouldn't have guessed even if he was killed. No matter how powerful his concealment secret technique is, he can't hide the chance line on his body.

In Gu Xuan's eyes, he can see clearly.

"There is only one last chance left..."

Gu Xuan looked up to the north.

A crimson flaming fate line on his body leads to a mountain peak in the extreme north of the Xiaohan Realm. If Gu Xuan remembers correctly, that should be the place where the Spirit Sword Sect and the Beixue School agreed to fight.

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

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

"Two Guiyuan Pills of low-grade Mysterious Rank and eight Peiyuan Pills should be enough to break through my Gengjin Gang Qi for another two layers..."

Gu Xuan looked around for a hiding place, split a snow pit with his palm and jumped in, then took out a Gui Yuan Pill and swallowed it.

Rolling Spiritual Qi explodes in Dantian, integrates inner strength, and continuously refines...

The extreme north peak of Xiaohan.

Many Spirit Sword Sect disciples and Bei Xue Sect disciples gathered here.

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

"Li Qingyang, you are finally here!"

On the side of the Beixue faction, Feng Han, wearing a hero scarf, stood up from the ice cliff, walked up to everyone in the Spirit Sword Sect, took out a storage spirit ring, put it on a boulder, and said slowly: "This Inside, there were eighty-three elixir plants for 100 years, 30 elixir plants for 500 years, three elixir plants for 1,000 years... and a quasi-drug king 5,000 years old.

It is most of what my disciples of the Beixue Sect have gained in the past three days. "

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

If so many elixirs are obtained by one person, how many resources can they be exchanged for?

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

This one plant alone is worth ten thousand year old elixir!

Seeing this, Li Qingyang also took off the storage spirit ring from his hand, flicked it casually, and the spirit ring landed lightly and skillfully on the boulder, next to Feng Han's storage spirit ring.

"In this ring of mine, except that there is no five-thousand-year quasi-medicine king, the number of other elixir is only a lot more than yours."

Li Qingyang said lightly, "If you think it's unfair, you can take out the quasi-medicine king."

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

With the two storage rings carrying most of the harvest of the two cases as bets, the gambling fight officially kicked off.

The disciples on both sides all became nervous and looking forward to it.