Qingmu stepped out step by step and came to the golden drum, but he did not play the drum directly. Instead, he looked back in a direction, where Le Hongxuan was looking at him calmly.
"In the last battle, you, the emperor, were at the ninth level, and I was at the seventh level, so you were defeated. Now I have been promoted to the eighth level. If I lose again today, my talent is not as good as others, so I am willing to give up the title of Young Master."
Qingmu's voice was calm and calm, but it made the crowd feel shocked. Their eyes flashed with a look of extreme shock. This Qingmu was so confident.
Even now, his realm is still lower than that of Le Hongxuan, but he said that if he loses again, he is willing to give up the title of Young Master. This shows how confident he is in his own strength. Even if he is at a lower realm, he can still defeat the opponent.
How could he say such words without absolute certainty?
Le Hongxuan looked at Qingmu, a smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth, and said: "You are very confident, but many times your confidence comes from misestimating the opponent's strength. Therefore, it is better not to say too much in some words, so as not to make it difficult.
end."
"Really?" Qingmu raised his eyebrows, noncommittal.
Le Hongxuan didn't say anything more. At this time, no matter how many words he said to refute, it would be useless. Only after a real confrontation can he prove whether what he said is correct.
"Brother Qing, I believe you." At this time, a hearty voice came out, and the expressions of the crowd couldn't help but change. Looking towards the speaker, they saw Qin Xuan standing there quietly, looking at Qing Mu.
"Qin Xuan hasn't taken action yet. He has hit the silver drum nine times. I wonder how many times the golden drum can hit?" Many people thought to themselves.
"Definitely." Qing Mu nodded to Qin Xuan, then turned to face Jin Gu. The aura around him gradually became sharper, and space rules filled the space around him, releasing frightening fluctuations.
"Forbidden Sky Palm." A voice came out of Qingmu's mouth, and he waved his palm in the space. In an instant, thousands of palm shadows bloomed out, like phantoms, dazzling people.
Each palm print contained extremely terrifying space power. The space in front of him suddenly became heavy, as if it was imprisoned. Even the spiritual energy of heaven and earth stopped flowing, as if it was suppressed by a tyrannical force.
The geniuses stared into the void, and saw thousands of palm prints arranged around Qingmu's body, which seemed real but imaginary, changing in thousands of ways, as if they were integrated with the heaven and earth. The entire space was shrouded in a restraining force. Once it exploded,
Will release the power of destroying heaven and earth.
"I have always heard that the eight young masters each have their own specialties. Young Master Qingpeng is good at the art of space. It turns out that his reputation is not in vain when we meet him today!" Many people whispered, not one of the eight young masters is weak.
A tyrannical wave of space filled the air from Qing Mu's body. His palms trembled continuously, and countless palm prints exploded at the same time. The space was suddenly plunged into a violent shock force, like thousands of huge waves rushing in the same direction at the same time.
Normally, that huge force is enough to annihilate everything.
"Dong, dong..."
The golden drum vibrated violently, and the loud noises continued, as if they would never stop.
After a while, Qingmu's aura calmed down, and the sharpness in his eyes disappeared, as if he had returned to his normal state.
"Nine rings come out again!" The crowd's hearts were beating loudly, and they felt that everything in front of them was a bit dreamy. They were even thinking, were they really playing the same drum?
Qingmu looked at Le Hongxuan and said, "This is just the beginning."
Le Hongxuan stared for a moment and did not answer. In fact, he had nothing to say. Qingmu had already done his best, and even he could not do better.
"Hurry up the rest, don't waste any more time." Shang Yang on the side said impatiently. He was the first person to hit the nine rings, but he had to wait for others here, so naturally he was not in a good mood.
good.
There are currently three people left who are not playing drums, Qin Xuan, Peng Jing and Le Hongxuan.
Of course, it goes without saying that Le Hongxuan should be the last to play the drum, and it is very likely that he will hit nine times. As for Qin Xuan and Peng Jing, it seems that it is Peng Jing's turn next.
"Peng Jing, aren't you ready to get out?" A disdainful voice came out, Feng Xiao folded her hands on her chest and looked at Peng Jing indifferently.
He asked Peng Jing to take action before, but Peng Jing dared to contradict him. Now he asked again with the power of nine rings, and he was more confident. Does Peng Jing still dare to refute?
"Huh!" Peng Jing snorted coldly, stepped forward, and shot his body in the direction of the golden drum like a sharp arrow. The aura on his body was released to the extreme, and then a six-winged purple gold roc appeared on the sky, its wings covering the sky.
, countless divine lights shot down from the wings like arrows, with extremely fast speed and terrifying aura, destroying everything.
Soon Pengjing struck out eight times, and a sharp look flashed in his eyes, as if he was accumulating strength to release the ninth strike. The six-winged Purple Gold Peng was suspended in the air, and his sharp claws grabbed the void, and actually condensed a wave of energy.
A purple-gold divine spear with an extremely long and narrow handle. The tip of the spear emits a destructive power, as if it can penetrate everything and ignore all defenses.
"Puff..." A puff sound came out, and the purple-gold divine gun shot out and hit the golden light curtain hard. The golden light curtain shook violently, and some cracks emerged, but there were no
Signs of brokenness.
"It's not broken?" The crowd's pupils stagnated slightly, their eyes fixed on the golden light curtain. If the light curtain is not broken, it means that the attack is not strong enough to penetrate the light screen and hit the golden drum, so naturally it cannot be hit.
The ninth ring.
Chi Hong also looked at Peng Jing, then he shook his head and said calmly: "Jiu Xiang, there is no hope."
Chi Hong's last blow penetrated the golden light curtain, but it was not enough to make the golden drum ring the ninth time. At this moment, Peng Jing's attack could not even penetrate the light screen. It was impossible to hit the ninth ring.
Delusion.
As expected by Chi Hong, the power of the divine spear weakened rapidly and finally dissipated completely, while the golden light curtain still stood there, with just some cracks.
"I'm not willing to give in!" Peng Jing's eyes showed endless unwillingness and anger, and his face was a little twisted. He was so proud in his heart. He never wanted to lag behind others. Four people had already achieved the nine-ring of the golden drum. He
How can you lose to others?
"A genius from the Six-Winged Purple Gold Roc Clan?" A joking laugh came out, seemingly with a hint of ridicule.
The person who spoke was none other than Feng Xiao.
Peng Jing glanced at Feng Xiao coldly, and said in a cold voice: "Can you say it again?"
"So what if I say it again?" Feng Xiao seemed not to take Peng Jing's words seriously at all, and continued: "I have already said that you should take action as soon as possible to avoid embarrassing yourself later and ruining the reputation of the genius. However, you think you are very strong. Now you feel
how?"
"Crack!" Peng Jing's fist made a harsh sound, and the violent aura from his body seemed to be coming out.
When the crowd saw this scene, they couldn't help but reveal a wonderful look on their faces. Are these two geniuses of the ancient demon clan about to start a war now?