Mu Yun shouted loudly, but instead of trying to burn the bloodline spiritual power like Pang Ning, he slammed his chest with both fists, and the aura around his body soared at an alarming speed, and his body instantly soared into the air.

Rumble!

His figure instantly submerged into the white Xuanyue, and at the same time, a thunderous explosion came from the void, and the next moment, a white giant sword more than ten zhang long made a strange and piercing explosion and slashed down through the air.

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

But even in the face of such methods, Duanmu Yunqi still only smiled coldly, and with a slight flip of his right palm, a fiery red palm print suddenly shot out.

Rumble!

At the same time as the fire palm flew out, the whole body soared rapidly, and in an instant, it rose to a height of ten zhang, and slammed into the white giant sword, letting out an earth-shattering explosion!

The red and white spiritual power intertwined with each other, devouring each other wildly, forming an amazing picture in mid-air, as if two giant beasts, one red and one white, were pounced and biting!

However, this situation did not last long, and after only two or three breaths, the red spiritual power took over, and the powerful spiritual power impact completely shattered the white giant sword.

Mu Yun snorted, his body shook violently, and he almost fell from mid-air.

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

In his opinion, this palm should knock Mu Yun down at the same time as shaking the white giant sword, but the current scene was somewhat unexpected to him.

"Hehe, Brother Pastor seems to have received a lot of guidance from the elders!" Duanmu Yunqi nodded slightly, his eyes were meaningful.

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

Bang!

This time, there was no suspense, and the red palm print burst out of the air with a loud rumbling sound, blasting Mu Yun out in one fell swoop, and didn't even give him the slightest chance to fall into the ring.

"Senior Brother Duanmu's cultivation is strong, Mu Yun is ashamed of himself, and he is willing to bow down!"

After stumbling to the ground, Mu Yun was not much ashamed, shook his head and sighed, and bowed his hand to the other party.

"Brother Priest don't have to be polite, your strength is already among the top among this group of disciples, and in time, even if you catch up with me, it is not impossible. ”

Duanmu Yunqi smiled indifferently, seemingly praising the other party, but in fact, he was still raising himself intentionally or unintentionally.

Although many people heard this, no one dared to say anything to refute it.

Because what he said is the truth, and if you think about it carefully, he is actually very modest and gives Mu Yun a lot of face.

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

Hehe, how many "days" does it take?

Even if Mu Yun wanted to chase, Duanmu Yunqi would not stop and wait, both sides were cultivating and their qualifications were almost the same, how could this gap-like gap be so easy to make up?

He said this, just to give Mu Yun some face, so that he would not feel annoyed by the performance just now, but in fact, 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 bitterly when he heard this, with a look of shame.

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

In the eyes of the other five disciples who had not yet appeared, this difference in breathing already represented a big gap in cultivation.

This breathing time, although fleeting, is really not to be underestimated!

Pang Ning tried his best, and almost burned his blood, and his spiritual power only lasted nine breaths, but Mu Yun shot with all his strength but supported an extra breath of time, and there was no need to say more about which was higher or lower.

"Hehe, if you don't have any objections, let me play next!"

Xuan Peng shook the sleeves of his gray robe and bowed his hand lightly to everyone, with a calm smile on his face.

"Senior Brother Xuan, please!"

"Senior Brother Xuan, just make a move!"

"Hehe, there is no difference between who comes first and who comes last, Senior Brother Xuan, please!"

Everyone smiled and had no objections.

In fact, if they strike a little later, their spiritual power will be able to recover a little more, and they will be able to observe and absorb the experience of the previous few people, so why not?

It's just a pity that Duanmu Yunqi's strength is really too strong, even if they delay their move, it will only be a moment apart.

Even if they can't threaten each other in their heyday, not to mention that their spiritual power can't recover much in such a short period of time, and delaying their action is more of a psychological comfort.

After the first two battles, they didn't expect the person who struck first to cause any interference to Duanmu Yunqi, let alone any fluctuations in the opponent's spiritual power, because it was nonsense and a fool's dream!

Xuan Peng nodded and smiled, shook his body and swept into the ring.

"Senior Brother Duanmu has long been uplifted, Xuan Peng is offended!"

"You're welcome, let's make a move!" Duanmu Yunqi smiled indifferently and nodded.

Bang!

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

A pillar of gray light shot straight into the sky, and in the blink of an eye, it condensed into an amazing gray giant axe, with a rumbling sound, slashing down wildly with the force of breaking through ten thousand jun!

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

"Good time!"

In the face of such an attack, Duanmu Yunqi just smiled indifferently, his face did not change at all, and the aura around his body just swept away and put the gray giant axe in the air, causing its speed to drop sharply, as if it was frozen in mid-air!

The surroundings of the ring were shocked, but Xuan Peng did not hesitate, shouted wildly and then used methods, ready to put pressure on the other party in one go, and the most unfortunate thing was not to let the other party shoot too calmly.

It's a pity that his strength can't threaten the other party at all, I saw Duanmu Yunqi smile coldly, his right hand waved lightly in the air, and after a fire palm swept out, the gray giant axe suddenly collapsed violently.

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

The gray light around Xuan Peng's body skyrocketed, and instead of retreating, the whole person swept forward, and the skyrocketing gray light made everyone unable to see his figure clearly.

But as Duanmu Yunqi's spiritual power dispersed, the dazzling firelight exploded, engulfing it in an instant, and the dazzling gray light instantly disappeared, revealing Xuan Peng's figure again.

In front of the rolling red spiritual power, he seemed to be just a small boat in the angry sea, and in the blink of an eye, he was shocked and flew out and fell directly under the ring.

"Alas, my strength is not good, and I have nothing to say about losing!" Xuan Peng shook his head and sighed, and let out a sullen breath.

He also lost two moves in front of Duanmu Yunqi, but he held on for half a breath more than Pang Ning, and half a breath less than Mu Yun, that is, nine and a half breaths. Although this result is not bad, he is not happy at all.