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Three strokes

"Qingmu from the Qingpeng tribe, please give me some advice."

A calm voice sounded, and the space fell into silence at first. Then countless people's faces showed extremely shocked looks, and their hearts beat wildly.

Mr. Qingpeng, is this an active challenge?

The prestige of Young Master Qingpeng has spread throughout the Demon Realm. Among the younger generation in the entire Demon Realm, he can be ranked as one of the eight young masters.

In less than a hundred years of cultivation, he has already reached the peak of Yuan Wang. If he had not deliberately suppressed the realm, he would have already entered Yuan Huang. And after decades of latent cultivation, one can imagine how terrifying his current strength is.

If he takes action, I'm afraid not many people can withstand it.

"I actually forgot about this terrifying existence. I'm afraid he can sweep several battle platforms by himself." Someone whispered.

"But this seems to go beyond the rules. There are only two people left in Princess Jingyue's camp, and they can only get two battle platforms at most. Is it possible to capture the battle platform but not guard it?" a person next to him retorted.

The man's face froze before and he was speechless. This was indeed beyond the rules.

More and more people are gradually realizing this. Even if Master Qingpeng takes action, he still cannot reverse the defeat. The goddess is still the ninth princess.

Jingyue's face turned pale when she heard the crowd's comments, and the hope that had just risen in her heart was instantly shattered. No one knew what a desperate feeling this was.

Qin Xuan raised his eyebrows and looked at Master Qingpeng with some curiosity: "You have already lost, why are you still so persistent?"

"Because, I want to fight you." Qing Mu said calmly, his words were as simple and clear as his words.

Qin Xuan looked stunned for a moment, and then smiled knowingly. It seemed that Mr. Qingpeng was a wonderful man. In this case, it would not be a bad idea to fight, just in time to return the belongings of Senior Qingpeng to the Qingpeng clan.

With a thought, the star map spun up rapidly, and the endless star light bloomed out, filling his limbs and bones, causing his originally depleted true energy to begin to recover visibly with the naked eye.

With Qin Xuan's body as the center, the spiritual energy from the surrounding heaven and earth gathered crazily, forming a terrifying energy storm.

A sharp whistling sound came out, and Qin Xuan stood proudly in the energy storm. His long hair turned into black and flew freely in the storm. His handsome face looked even more enchanting and unparalleled, revealing an unparalleled elegance.

Everyone looked at Qin Xuan's aura rising little by little, as if he was about to return to his peak, with a look of astonishment on his face. Is this guy still a human?

Just how long has passed since he fought with eight people, and he is almost back to normal again. This recovery speed is simply terrifying. Who dares to fight him?

"This person is very strong. I don't know where he comes from." Huang Ting's eyes revealed a strange color and he slowly spoke.

"It is indeed very strong. Do you want to give it a try if you find a chance?" Huang Jiutian looked at Huang Ting, with a hint of provocation in his tone.

"No need, Qingmu's strength is not inferior to that of you and me. If you use him as a mirror, you can tell something." Huang Ting said lightly. He couldn't guess what Huang Jiutian was thinking. It was clearly that his hands were itchy and he wanted to make peace with him.

Qin Xuan fought, but was worried about being defeated, so he dragged him into the water together, which was really cunning.

Seeing that Huang Ting had no desire to take action, Huang Jiutian's face stiffened for a moment. He wanted to say something but stopped, and then looked at the flaming battle platform.

While Qin Xuan was recovering, Qing Mu did not make any move, just stood there, as if deliberately waiting for Qin Xuan to recover.

This move made many people secretly praise Qingmu. He was worthy of being one of the Eight Young Masters, with extraordinary magnanimity. Fighting was a real fight and he would not take advantage of others' danger.

"I wonder who you think is more likely to win this battle?" The strong man from the Tianguang White Tiger clan looked at Qingchen and asked, with a smile on his face that made people confused about his true intentions.

Qing Chen looked at the expression of the strong man from the Tianguang White Tiger Clan and said calmly: "Qingmu stayed in Banbu Yuanhuang for decades and built a body of perfect rules. I don't think there will be any rivals under Yuanwang."

"It seems that you have full confidence in Master Qingpeng." The strong man from the Tianguang White Tiger Clan said with a meaningful smile.

"This is natural." Qingchen said with a smile, too lazy to pay attention to the strong man from the Tianguang White Tiger Clan.

If Qingmu cannot defeat this person, it can only mean that this person's talent has reached the level of an extremely evil person, surpassing the level of a top evil person, but is this possible?

Such a character is extremely rare, and one may appear in an era. How could he appear here?

He doesn't believe it.

At this moment, Qin Xuan's aura gradually stabilized, and he looked at Qing Mu: "I'm ready."

"Okay." Qingmu nodded slightly, then looked at Qin Xuan and said, "How about three moves to determine the outcome?"

"Three moves?" Many people looked strange. Is Mr. Qingpeng going to make a quick decision?

"Okay." Qin Xuan nodded. Although there are only three moves, it is enough for the top geniuses. After all, ordinary attacks can hardly threaten them. Three moves are enough.

Young Master Qingpeng took a step forward, and the world around him began to vibrate crazily. A terrible storm force burst out from his body, spreading out around him, and the sound of howling winds came from the void, which was extremely terrifying.

, wisps of storm air flowed in the space around him, as sharp as a blade, wiping out everything.

No one doubts that ordinary people at the ninth level of the Yuan King Realm will be wiped out instantly if they step into that storm area.

"The rules of the storm and the rules of the sword are perfectly combined. Both have extremely strong destructive power. When combined together, they can exert extremely powerful power." Qing Chen said to himself, not knowing who he was talking to.

"Keep watching." The strong man from the Tianguang White Tiger Clan said calmly.

At this time, a huge golden-winged roc appeared behind Qin Xuan. His sharp eyes revealed an unparalleled spirit, and a bright golden light flowed on his body. He seemed to be transformed into a real golden roc.

The winged roc is unparalleled in domineering power and can rebel against the heavens.

"The magical power of the Golden-winged Dapoc clan!"

Seeing this scene, everyone in the audience stood up in shock, their eyes full of shock, as if they had seen an incredible sight.

Everyone knows that the Golden-winged Dapeng is the king of the Peng clan. The magical powers of that statue cannot be practiced by people without the blood of the Golden-winged Dapeng. How did he do it?

Qingpeng's eyes kept flickering, and his heart was full of doubts. He kept recalling the various chaotic physiques in the world, but he never found a physique that could cultivate the magical powers of the major demon clans.

Qin Xuan’s ability is so weird!

"Golden-winged Dapeng!" Qingmu looked at the shadow of the golden-winged Dapeng behind Qin Xuan, and a bright light flashed in his eyes.

The finger suddenly pointed forward, and the storm that destroyed everything came out. Silver-white light shone and the space trembled. A bright white line seemed to appear between the sky and the earth, constantly passing through the void. Wherever it went, everything was destroyed.

All were strangled.

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