Heaven-devouring Dragon Emperor

Mu Yunyun yelled sharply, but he didn't try to burn his bloodline spiritual power like Pang Ning did. Instead, he punched his chest hard with both fists, and the aura around him surged at an astonishing speed, and his figure jumped into the air in a flash.

rumble!

His figure instantly disappeared into the round of white Xuanyue, and at the same time there was a thunderous explosion in the void, and the next moment, a white giant sword more than ten feet long made a strange and piercing explosion, rumbled and slashed through the air And down.

There was a burst of exclamation around the ring, and everyone was shocked by Mu Yun's method!

But even in the face of such means, Duanmu Yunqi still just smiled coldly, flipped his right palm lightly, and suddenly made a fiery red palm print.

Rumble!

When the palm of fire flew out, the whole body soared rapidly, and it rose to a height of ten feet in an instant. It collided with the white giant sword fiercely, and there was an earth-shattering explosion!

The red and white spiritual powers are intertwined with each other, devouring each other madly, forming an astonishing picture in mid-air, as if two giant beasts, one red and one white, are falling down and biting!

However, this situation didn't last long. After only two or three breaths, the red spiritual power gained the upper hand, and the powerful spiritual power impact completely shattered the white giant sword.

Mu Yun let out a muffled snort, his body shook violently, almost falling from mid-air.

Duanmu Yunqi raised his eyebrows lightly, slightly surprised by the result of this fight.

In his opinion, this palm should knock down Mu Yun while shaking the white giant sword, but the current scene is somewhat beyond his expectation.

"Hehe, brother priest seems to have gotten a lot of advice from the elders!" Duanmu Yunqi nodded slightly, his gaze was very meaningful.

But then the right palm flipped again, and another red palm print rushed out.

Boom!

This time there was no suspense, the red palm print broke through the air with a loud rumble, blasting Mu Yun out in one fell swoop, without even giving him the slightest chance to fall into the ring.

"Senior brother Duanmu's cultivation base is strong, Mu Yun is ashamed to be inferior, and he is willing to bow down!"

After staggering to the ground, Mu Yun didn't feel ashamed, shook his head and sighed, and bowed his hands to the other party.

"You don't need to be polite, brother priest. Your strength is already among the top among this group of disciples. Given time, even if you catch up to me, it is not impossible."

Duanmu Yunqi smiled lightly, seeming to be praising the other party, but in fact he was promoting himself intentionally or unintentionally.

Although many people have heard this meaning, but no one dares to say anything to refute it.

Because what he said was fundamentally the truth, and when he thought about it carefully, he was actually very humble, which gave Mu Yun a lot of face.

In time, will Mu Yun catch up to his cultivation?

Oh, how much "time" will it take?

Even if Mu Yunwan wanted to chase after him, Duanmu Yunqi would not stop and wait. Both sides were cultivating hard and their aptitudes were almost the same. How could this chasm-like gap be so easily bridged?

What he said was just to give Mu Yun a little face, so that he would not feel annoyed by his performance just now, but he couldn't take it too seriously.

"Ten breaths, two moves!" The sect elder announced the result loudly.

Mu Yun shook his head and smiled wryly when he heard the words, with a look of shame on his face.

He had already exerted all his strength, but he only lasted one more breath than Pang Ning, so he inevitably felt depressed.

But in the eyes of the other five disciples who have not yet appeared, this difference in breathing already represents a considerable difference in cultivation.

Although this breathing time is fleeting, it really cannot be underestimated!

Pang Ning tried his best and almost burned his blood and spiritual power but only lasted for nine breaths, while Mu Yun lasted for an extra breath when he shot with all his strength, there is no need to say which one is higher or lower.

"Hehe, if you guys have no objections, let me play next!"

Xuan Peng shook the sleeves of his gray robe, and lightly cupped his hands to the crowd, with a calm smile on his face.

"Brother Xuan, please!"

"Junior Brother Xuan just do it!"

"Hehe, it doesn't make any difference who comes first, senior brother Xuan, please do as you please!"

Everyone was smiling and there was no objection.

In fact, if they act a moment later, their spiritual power can be restored by one point, and they can also observe and absorb the experience of the previous people, why not do it?

It's just a pity that Duanmu Yunqi's strength is too tyrannical, even if they delay their attack, it is only a moment's difference.

Even if they were in their prime, they couldn't threaten each other, not to mention that their spiritual power couldn't be recovered much in such a short period of time. Delaying the shot was more of a psychological comfort.

After the previous two fights, they no longer expected that the person who made the first move would cause any interference to Duanmu Yunqi, let alone any fluctuations in the opponent's spiritual power, because that was simply nonsense and nonsense!

Xuan Peng nodded and smiled, and walked onto the ring.

"I have admired senior brother Duanmu's name for a long time, Xuan Peng offended me!"

"You're welcome, let's do it!" Duanmu Yunqi smiled lightly and nodded.

Boom!

A dull roar followed, just like Pang Ning and Mu Yun, Xuan Peng also aroused the blood vision as soon as he came up, and shot with all his strength without reservation.

A gray beam of light shot straight up into the sky, and in a blink of an eye, it condensed into an astonishing gray giant axe. With a loud rumbling noise, it slashed down with overwhelming momentum!

Looking at the momentum, it seems that even if there is a high mountain in front of it, it will be smashed to pieces!

"Well done!"

Faced with such an attack, Duanmu Yunqi just smiled indifferently, his face remained unchanged, and the aura around him just swayed, and he set the gray giant ax in the air, causing its speed to drop suddenly, as if it was frozen in the air !

The surroundings of the arena were full of surprises, but Xuan Peng didn't hesitate at all. He shouted wildly before resorting to other means, ready to put pressure on the opponent in one go, and at the worst, he couldn't make the opponent take the attack too calmly.

It's a pity that his strength can't threaten the opponent at all. Duanmu Yunqi smiled coldly, waved his right hand lightly in the air, and after a palm of fire swept out, the whole body of the gray giant ax collapsed suddenly.

The violent spiritual power suddenly dispersed, creating a violent storm around the ring.

The gray light around Xuan Peng skyrocketed, and instead of retreating, the whole body swept forward. The skyrocketing gray light made it impossible for everyone to see his figure clearly.

But as Duanmu Yunqi's spiritual power dispersed, the glaring fire suddenly engulfed him, and the glaring gray light disappeared instantly, revealing Xuan Peng's figure again.

In front of the billowing red spiritual power, he seemed to be just a small boat in the raging sea, but in a blink of an eye he was blown out and landed directly below the ring.

"Oh! I'm not strong enough, so I have nothing to say about the loss!" Xuan Peng shook his head and sighed, letting out a sulking breath.

He also lost two moves in front of Duanmu Yunqi, but he persisted for half a breath longer than Pang Ning, and half a breath shorter than Mu Yun, which was nine and a half breaths. Although this result was not bad, he was not happy at all.