Peerless Divine Emperor

Pengjing has a deep resentment towards Qin Xuan, not only for the grievances in the phantom killing field, but also for some things that happened later. If there is a suitable opportunity, he can't wait to kill Qin Xuan.

Of course, he knew that Qin Xuan also hated him.

However, he had made a promise with Qin Xuan before, and both parties would release each other. Everyone present witnessed this, and it was impossible to go back on it. But if Qin Xuan took action against him and intensified the conflict, then the matter would be different.

It was Qin Xuan who couldn't help but take action against him, not that he didn't keep his promise. Moreover, there were several geniuses here who were friends with the Six-winged Purple Gold Peng Clan. Once the war started, Qin Xuan would definitely die. How would the young man deal with it then? Isn’t it him who has the final say?

Although Qin Xuan also had Qingmu to help him, he was just one person and was nothing to be afraid of.

"Brother Qing, why are you so angry? Don't forget your identity as a human being. Do you deserve this?" Peng Jing turned to Qing Mu and said calmly, "You regard him as a friend, but does he do the same? "

Qin Xuan frowned, his face suddenly turned cold, sowing dissension?

"It's not your turn to give advice on my affairs, so keep your mouth shut. If I hear another disrespectful word about my friend, don't blame me for being ruthless!" Qing Mu looked into Peng Jing's eyes with a look on his face. There was a hint of extreme edge in the moment, as if he meant what he said.

Peng Jing sneered and said nothing.

He wanted to know how a young master who had been defeated by others had the courage to be so arrogant, and the person who defeated him was here.

Simply shameless!

"Brother Qing, why do you have to be like some trash and ruin your mood?" Qin Xuan turned back to look at Qing Mu, with a casual smile on his face, as if he didn't care at all.

However, Qing Mu's face was still cold. Qin Xuan could not care, but he couldn't bear it.

However, since Qin Xuan said this, he naturally wouldn't say anything more. As Qin Xuan said, there is no need to be like a waste.

Qin Xuan's words made the crowd look interesting. They all knew that Qin Xuan was referring to Peng Jing's defeat in the Phantom Killing Field.

Calling it trash seems to be justified.

Qin Xuan withdrew his eyes, looked in the direction of Pengjing, and said an indifferent voice: "Don't you really want to prove yourself? No matter which drum you choose, the sound of the three drums in front of you can surpass mine. I will let you handle it, do you dare?"

Dare you?

Such proud words, with a strong sense of provocation, made the crowd quiet down and looked at Qin Xuan in disbelief.

Is this the beginning of a counterattack?

"Any drum will do, but you think highly of yourself!" Peng Jing said with a sneer.

"Shut up if you don't dare. No one will think you are mute." Qin Xuanyun left a voice quietly, and then continued walking in the direction of the silver drum.

Naturally, Pengjing didn't move. He didn't know what Qin Xuan's methods were. If he lost again, the consequences would be disastrous.

I saw Qin Xuan coming to the silver drum. A deep light flashed in his eyes. He moved his finger slightly forward, and a sword light was released from his fingertips. The amazing sword intention was born in the void. Qin Xuan's body In front of him, a bright holy sword appeared, exuding an extremely powerful light aura.

This sword is Qin Xuan's first soul, the soul of the holy sword.

The soul of the holy sword hung in the void, clanking, and the extremely sharp will of the sword was released from it, faintly turning into substance, filling the entire space.

Everyone below was looking in that direction, and their hearts were trembling slightly. Apparently they could all feel the terrifying power contained in that sword.

"Go." Qin Xuan uttered one word, moved his five fingers, and the Holy Sword Yuanhun stabbed out with the shocking sword intent, across the space, and the next moment, the tip of the sword pierced the drum head at an extremely fast speed.

"Boom..."

A shocking drum sound resounded in everyone's mind. It was extremely loud, like thunder exploding in the sky. Everyone's heart suddenly shook, their eardrums trembled, and they felt like there was an infinite force hitting them. At one point, the power is so overbearing that the world will be shaken by it.

Pengjing looked in the direction of Qin Xuan in shock, wondering if this guy was crazy. He used such strong force in the first blow, how could he hit the drum later?

Le Hongxuan also looked at Qin Xuan with a slightly meaningful look. He didn't know what Qin Xuan was thinking, but judging from Qin Xuan's previous actions, this person was likely to do something crazy, so what happened The scene in front of me is also reasonable.

"Dong, dong..."

Two loud noises were heard in succession. Qin Xuan fired two sword energy in succession, penetrating the condensed defensive light curtain of the silver drum. The sword energy hit the drum surface, causing the silver drum to make two sounds. Not only was the sound no better than before. Weak, on the contrary, a bit stronger!

"What's going on?" Many people looked puzzled, their hearts pounding, and they vaguely guessed some possibility.

The drums are getting louder and louder, so there is only one possibility. The power contained in Qin Xuan's attack is constantly increasing!

"The blow just now was not all of his strength, he can be stronger!" Someone in the crowd exclaimed, and the first sound was so deafening that they thought it was Qin Xuan's best effort, but in fact It proved that they underestimated Qin Xuan's strength.

The terrifying aura of swordsmanship flowed around Qin Xuan, and a strong wind blew in the air. Qin Xuan's black hair was flying, and he stood in the void. His eyes revealed a sharp-edged spirit, like an emperor who was in charge of the world. The sword falls and all the people surrender!

Everyone looked at Qin Xuan's figure, and their hearts were shaken. They were involuntarily shocked by Qin Xuan's momentum. At this time, they looked at Qin Xuan with a little more fear and fear, especially his eyes, which were deep and bright, like stars. What a terrible pair of eyes!

"Break, break, break..."

Qin Xuan uttered several sounds in succession, which were extremely loud and vibrated in the air. The terrifying sword power poured out from the holy sword, turning into a series of destructive lightning that struck the silver drum, shaking the drum surface wildly. The earth-shaking loud noises continued to come out, trying to tear everyone's eardrums apart.

Finally, when the last sound fell, the silver light curtain exploded in an instant, turning into stars all over the sky, and finally disappeared.

Nine sounds came out at the same time!

The space suddenly became extremely quiet. Everyone held their breath, and their heartbeats seemed to have stopped. They looked at the unparalleled figure in the void, with an unbelievable look on their faces.

Master Zhan once said that each of the three drums can be struck nine times at most.

And Qin Xuan just struck the silver drum, and nine times it sounded simultaneously, which meant that he had reached the pinnacle!