Chapter 1042: Admit Defeat

At this time, the other Tianjiao fighting on the battlefield also stopped their actions at the same time, as if they were also waiting for the final result.

The starlight faded, and two figures gradually appeared in everyone's sight. One of them was half-kneeling in the void, with his head lowered. It was Bei Ze Tianpeng.

And Dao Wuhen still stood straight, his expression was as sharp as a knife, and his face was as sharp as a knife, revealing a hint of arrogance, keeping people away from him.

"You lost." Dao Wuhen said lightly.

"Ahem." Bei Ze Tianpeng couldn't help coughing, slowly raised his head, and looked at Dao Wuhen with slightly red eyes. His eyes were extremely complicated, as if he contained many unspeakable emotions, including unwillingness, helplessness, and fatigue...

After working so hard for so long, he still failed...

He finally sighed, stood up silently, and left the battlefield.

Countless eyes looked at Bei Ze Tian Peng's leaving figure, as if very lonely, and couldn't help but feel a trace of sadness in their hearts. The martial arts world is so cruel. One general's success is the result of the sacrifice of thousands of people. The rise of a top genius must trample on the bodies of countless geniuses and continue to rise.

This is only the top eight, and there are still four semi-finals, each time is more difficult than the last.

Only the most outstanding evildoers are qualified to compete for the top of the sky, be admired by thousands of people, and suppress an era.

"There is still a long way to go in the future, and your future is still limitless." Beidou Star Lord stared at Bei Ze Tian Peng and said earnestly. He was a little worried about Bei Ze Tian Peng's condition, afraid that he would be unable to recover because of a defeat in a battle.

"I understand." Bei Ze Tian Peng nodded, but he was still unwilling in his heart. He was born to be a king, why did he lose?

Looking at the unwilling look in Bei Ze Tian Peng's eyes, Beidou Star Lord sighed in his heart and felt ashamed.

Generally speaking, a person with a Chaos physique is stronger than someone of the same realm, and Bei Ze Tian Peng is not an ordinary Chaos physique, so he should have a stronger fighting power, but he still lost to Dao Wu Hen.

This can only mean that his teacher is not strong enough to teach him stronger magical powers.

After all, Dao Wu Hen came from the Sword Palace, and worshipped a saint as his teacher. The magical powers he practiced were all top-notch, and he was only in the middle-level emperor realm, so what he could teach was too limited.

I saw a trace of determination flash across Beidou Xingjun's eyes, as if he had made up his mind, and said in a deep voice: "After this matter, I will take you two to find your master. No matter what, I must let him accept you."

"Master?" Bei Ze Tian Peng and Yang Yun Hui's expressions changed, staring at Beidou Xingjun in a daze. They had never heard of the master.

"Your master is the Ten Directions Emperor!" Beidou Xingjun said to the two of them. He didn't want too many people to know about this. If others knew that the master had a disciple like him, it would be a disgrace to the master.

Hearing Beidou Xingjun's voice transmission, the two people's hearts trembled fiercely, and they couldn't believe what they heard.

Especially Yang Yunhui, his eyes were filled with indescribable excitement. No wonder many people just said that Bei Ze Tianpeng was the disciple of the Ten Directions Emperor. It turned out that it was not a presumptuous inference. It was just that he was not a disciple, but a grandson!

Suddenly he found that he had such a terrible master, and he couldn't accept it for a while.

"Let's talk about this later. Watch the game first. Watching the battle between the top geniuses of the same generation will be of great help to your future practice." Beidou Xingjun said.

The two nodded. They also understood the reason for their failure. It was not because of their lack of talent, but because their foundation was too shallow. This one point widened the gap between them and the top figures.

Four battles have already ended in the quarterfinals, and the four who advanced are Long San Taizi, Chu Feng, Mo Lishang, and Dao Wutian.

Soon, everyone's eyes turned to the battle stage below, where the two sides of the battle were Jian Wuhen and Young Master Qingpeng.

The Sword and Sword Palace is good at the art of killing, and there have always been two saints. This time, the two saints are Jian Wuhen and Dao Wutian. No one in their generation can match them, and their strength is not much different.

Jian Wuhen's figure kept flashing, and there was an amazing sword intent flowing rapidly on his body. The whole person seemed to have turned into a peerless sword, showing his sharp edge.

When his arms were waving, I don't know how many sword lights were cut out, so fast that it was unbelievable. Countless sword lights intertwined together, like forming a sword formation, blocking the space and strangling everything.

If it were an ordinary opponent, he would be helpless under such a fierce and domineering attack, but Young Master Qingpeng was not one of them.

Young Master Qing Peng is from the Qing Peng clan, and the Peng clan is best at speed. They are known as the kings of the sky, traversing the sky and ignoring all attacks.

You can imagine how fast he is.

I saw two figures, one blue and one white, quickly shuttling in the void, one in front and one behind, as if chasing each other. The terrible sword light burst out from the void, and the space was constantly torn apart. The sword chanted for nine days and shook the sky.

However, the crowd soon discovered the clues. Even if Jian Wuhen's sword light had no traces, he could not catch up with Qing Mu's speed and could not attack Qing Mu.

And if he could not threaten his opponent, what was the use of a powerful attack?

With only extreme speed, Qing Mu was already invincible.

"It seems that Jian Wuhen is going to lose." Many people whispered.

Suddenly, a blue figure flashed out from the void, very chic and indifferent. This figure was Qing Mu.

"Do you want to continue?" Qing Mu looked calm and spoke lightly to a void.

Soon after the voice fell, a violent fluctuation was emitted in a space, and then a figure appeared there. The man was dressed in white, holding a long sword in his hand, and his body was filled with a sword spirit. It was Jian Wuhen.

Jian Wuhen's face was not very good. After so many years of practice, it was the first time he encountered such an opponent. It was too shameless.

"The pride of the Qingpeng clan, one of the eight young masters of the demon clan, is this all your strength?" Jian Wuhen said sarcastically, obviously with a strong anger in his heart.

Qingmu disagreed and responded lightly: "My strength does not need to be judged by others, but if you continue to fight in the same way just now, who will win in the end?"

Jian Wuhen's face froze and he was speechless. If he continued, he would most likely lose in the end.

After all, he was always in a passive state. Qingmu was faster than him. Once Qingmu found an opportunity, he could give him a fatal blow. Moreover, his true energy was constantly depleted, and he would still lose in the end.

Seeing Jian Wuhen silent, Qingmu spoke again: "Fighting does not necessarily have to be a head-on collision. If I can defeat my opponent in the simplest way, why should I waste my energy?"

After these words fell, Jian Wuhen's face became even more embarrassed. How could he not hear that Qingmu was counterattacking his previous words.

However, he was speechless to refute, because Qingmu's words were correct. If he had such speed, he would do the same thing.

"I admit defeat in this battle, but this does not mean that I am not as strong as you. I hope that next time I see you, I will not use the same method again. This will eventually lead to a disadvantage." Jian Wuhen looked directly at Qingmu and said, then turned and walked down into the void.

The reason why he admitted defeat was that he knew he could not do anything to Qingmu, and secondly, Dao Wuhen had entered the quarterfinals. He believed that Dao Wuhen could complete the mission of the Palace of God.