Chapter 892 Three Moves

"Qing Peng Clan Qing Mu, please teach me."

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

Young Master Qing Peng, is this an active challenge?

Young Master Qing Peng's reputation spread throughout the demon domain. Among the young generation of the entire demon domain today, he can be ranked as one of the eight young masters.

He has reached the peak of Yuan Wang in less than a hundred years of cultivation. If he had not deliberately suppressed his realm, he would have entered Yuan Huang long ago. And after decades of cultivation, it is conceivable how terrifying his current strength has reached.

If he takes action, I'm afraid few people can withstand it.

"I actually forgot about this terrifying existence. He alone may be able to sweep across several battle platforms." Someone whispered.

"But this seems to be beyond the rules. There are only two people left in Princess Jingyue's camp, and they can only get two battle platforms at most. Can they capture the battle platforms but not guard them?" A person next to him retorted.

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

More and more people realized this. Even if Young Master Qingpeng took action, he still couldn't reverse the defeat. The goddess was still the ninth princess.

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

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

"Because I want to fight you." Qingmu said calmly, his words were as simple and straightforward as his personality.

Qin Xuan was stunned for a moment, and then smiled knowingly. It seems that Young Master Qingpeng is a wonderful person. In this case, it is not a bad idea to fight. It is just right to return Senior Qingpeng's things to the Qingpeng clan.

With a thought, the Starry World Map started to run rapidly, and endless starlight burst out, filling his limbs and bones, causing his originally exhausted true essence to begin to recover again with the naked eye.

With Qin Xuan's body as the center, the spiritual energy between the surrounding heaven and earth gathered frantically, forming a terrible energy storm.

A sharp whistling sound came out, and Qin Xuan stood proudly in the energy storm, his long hair turned black, flying freely in the storm, and his handsome face looked even more strange and unparalleled, revealing a peerless elegance.

Everyone looked at Qin Xuan's aura rising little by little, as if he was about to return to the peak, and their faces showed astonishment. Is this guy still a human?

He just fought with eight people, and it has only been a short time, and he is about to return 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 came from." Huang Ting's eyes showed a strange color, and he spoke slowly.

"He is indeed very strong. Do you want to fight him when there is an opportunity?" Huang Jiutian looked at Huang Ting, with a hint of instigation in his tone.

"No need. Qingmu's strength is not inferior to ours. You can see a thing or two by using him as a mirror." Huang Ting said lightly. How could he not guess what Huang Jiutian was thinking? He was clearly itching to fight Qin Xuan, but was worried about being defeated, so he dragged him into the water. He was really shrewd.

Seeing that Huang Ting had no desire to fight at all, Huang Jiutian's face froze. He wanted to say something but stopped, and then looked at the flame battle platform.

During Qin Xuan's recovery, Qingmu did not make any move, but just stood there, as if he was 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. He was extraordinary. Fighting was a real fight, and he would not take advantage of others' dangers.

"Who do you think is more likely to win this battle?" The Tianguang White Tiger clan strongman looked at Qingchen and asked with a smile on his face, making people wonder what his real intention was.

Qingchen looked at the face of the Tianguang White Tiger clan strongman and said lightly: "Qingmu stayed in the half-step Yuanhuang for decades and forged a perfect body of rules. I think there is no rival under the Yuanwang."

"It seems that you are full of confidence in Mr. Qingpeng." The Tianguang White Tiger clan strongman smiled meaningfully.

"That's natural." Qingchen smiled and didn't bother to pay attention to the Tianguang White Tiger clan strongman.

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

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

He didn't believe it.

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

"Okay." Qing Mu nodded slightly, then looked at Qin Xuan and said: "How about three moves to decide the outcome?"

"Three moves?" Many people showed strange colors. Is Young Master Qing Peng going to fight quickly?

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

Young Master Qing Peng took a step forward, and the world around him began to shake wildly. A terrible storm force bloomed from his body and continued to spread around. The sound of the howling wind came from the void, which was extremely terrible. Strands of storm airflow flowed in the space around him, as sharp as a blade, strangling everything.

No one doubted that ordinary people in the ninth level of the Yuanwang Realm would be wiped out in an instant if they stepped 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 strong power." Qing Chen muttered to himself, not knowing who he was talking to.

"Keep watching." The strong man of the Tianguang White Tiger Clan said indifferently.

At this time, behind Qin Xuan appeared a huge golden-winged roc phantom, with a rebellious spirit in his sharp eyes and a brilliant golden light flowing on his body. He seemed to have transformed into a real golden-winged roc, domineering and unparalleled, and rebellious against the heavens.

"The magical power of the golden-winged roc clan!"

Seeing this scene, everyone in the room stood up in shock, their eyes were filled with incomparable shock, as if they saw an incredible scene.

Everyone knows that the golden-winged roc is the king of the roc clan. The magical power of that roc can only be practiced by people with the blood of the golden-winged roc. How did he do it?

Qingpeng's eyes flickered constantly, 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 practice the magical powers of the major demon clans.

Qin Xuan's ability is too weird!

"Golden-winged Roc!" Qing Mu looked at the golden-winged Roc behind Qin Xuan, and a light flashed in his eyes.

His finger suddenly pointed forward, and a storm of destruction came out. A silver-white light shone, and the space trembled. It seemed that a bright white line appeared between heaven and earth, constantly passing through the void. Wherever it went, everything was strangled.