Mu Yunduan shouted loudly, but he did not try to burn up his bloodline spiritual power like Pang Ning did. Instead, he punched his chest with both fists. The aura around his body surged at an alarming speed, and his body suddenly jumped into the air.

rumble!

His figure instantly submerged into the white white moon. At the same time, there was a thunderous explosion in the void. The next moment, a white giant sword more than ten feet long made a strange and harsh explosion and rumbled through the air.

And down.

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

But even in the face of such methods, Duanmu Yunqi still just smiled coldly, gently turned his right palm, and a fiery red palm print suddenly appeared.

Rumble!

As the fire palm flew out, its entire body soared rapidly, reaching a height of ten feet in an instant. It collided with the white giant sword and made an earth-shattering explosion!

The red and white spiritual powers intertwined with each other and began to devour each other crazily, forming an astonishing scene in mid-air, as if two giant beasts, one red and one white, were throwing down and biting!

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

Mu Yunduan groaned, his body shook violently, and he almost fell from the air.

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

In his opinion, this palm should knock Mu Yunduan down as well as scattering the white giant sword, but the current scene was somewhat beyond his expectation.

"Haha, the priest brother seems to have received a lot of guidance from the elders!" Duanmu Yunqi nodded slightly, his eyes full of meaning.

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

Boom!

There was no suspense this time. The red palm print shot out of the air with a loud rumbling sound, blasting Mu Yunduan away in one fell swoop, without even giving him a chance to fall towards the ring.

"Senior Brother Duanmu is so powerful that Mu Yunduan feels inferior and is willing to be inferior!"

After staggering to the ground, Mu Yunduan didn't feel much shame. He shook his head and sighed, and bowed his hands in greeting.

"You're welcome, priest brother. Your strength is among the top among these disciples. Given time, it's not impossible to catch up with me."

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

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

Because what he said is basically the truth, and if you think about it carefully, he is actually very humble and is giving Mu Yun face.

Given time, will Mu Yunduan be able to catch up with his cultivation level?

Haha, how many "times" will it take?

Even though Mu Yunduan wanted to chase, Duanmu Yunqi would not stop and wait. Both of them were training hard and their qualifications were almost the same. How could this gulf-like gap be bridged so easily?

He said this just to give Mu Yunduan some face so that he would not feel upset about his performance just now. In fact, he should not take it too seriously.

"Ten breaths, two moves!" The sect elder announced the result loudly.

Hearing this, Mu Yunduan shook his head and smiled bitterly, with a look of shame on his face.

He had tried his best, but he could only hold on for one more breath than Pang Ning, which inevitably made him feel depressed.

In the eyes of the other five disciples who have not yet appeared, this difference in breathing already represents a considerable gap in cultivation.

Although this time of breathing is fleeting, it should not be underestimated!

Pang Ning tried his best, almost burning his blood and spiritual power, but he could only hold on for nine breaths. Mu Yunduan tried his best, but he lasted for one more breath. There is no need to say which one was higher and which was lower.

"Haha, if you guys have no objections, let me play next!"

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

"Senior Brother Xuan, please come!"

"Junior Brother Xuan, just take action!"

"Haha, it doesn't matter who comes first and who comes last. Brother Xuan, please do as you please!"

Everyone was smiling and had no objections.

In fact, if they take action a moment later, they can recover one more point of spiritual power, and they can also observe and absorb the experience of the previous people, so why not?

It's a pity that Duanmu Yunqi is too powerful. Even if they delay their attack, it will only be a moment of difference.

Even if they were at their peak, they could not threaten the opponent, not to mention that their spiritual power could not be restored much in such a short period of time, so delaying the attack was more of a psychological comfort.

After the previous two battles, they no longer expected the person who struck first to cause any interference to Duanmu Yunqi, let alone any fluctuations in the opponent's spiritual power, because that was simply nonsense and a fool's dream!

Xuan Peng nodded, smiled, and walked onto the ring.

"I have long admired the name of Senior Brother Duanmu, and Xuan Peng has offended me!"

"You're welcome, just take action!" Duanmu Yunqi smiled calmly and nodded.

Boom!

A dull roar followed. Like Pang Ning and Mu Yunduan, Xuan Peng also activated the bloodline vision as soon as he came up and attacked with all his strength without reservation.

A gray beam of light shot straight into the sky, and in a blink of an eye it condensed into an astonishing gray giant axe. With a loud rumbling sound, it slashed down with a force that could break through the giants!

Looking at the momentum, it seems that even if there is a mountain standing in front of it, it will be chopped to pieces!

"Well done!"

Faced with such an attack, Duanmu Yunqi just smiled indifferently, his expression did not change at all, and the aura around him just swayed away before he placed the gray giant ax in the air, causing its speed to drop sharply, and it seemed as if it was frozen in mid-air.

!

The people around the ring were shocked, but Xuan Peng didn't hesitate at all. He shouted wildly and then used his methods, preparing to put pressure on the opponent in one go. At the very least, he couldn't let the opponent take action too calmly.

Unfortunately, his strength could not threaten the opponent at all. Duanmu Yunqi smiled coldly, waved his right hand lightly in the air, and after a fire palm flew out, the gray giant ax shook his whole body and suddenly collapsed.

The violent spiritual power suddenly dispersed, causing a violent storm around the arena.

The gray light around Xuan Peng skyrocketed, and instead of retreating, he jumped forward and swept forward. The skyrocketing gray light made it impossible for everyone to see his figure clearly.

But as Duanmu Yunqi's spiritual power dispersed, the dazzling fire suddenly engulfed him, and the dazzling gray light instantly disappeared, revealing Xuan Peng's figure again.

In front of the billowing red spiritual power, he seemed to be just a small boat in the angry sea. In the blink of an eye, he was blown away and fell directly to the bottom of the ring.

"Alas! I am not strong enough, and I have nothing to say in defeat!" Xuan Peng shook his head and sighed, letting out a deep sigh.

He also failed in two moves in front of Duanmu Yunqi, but he lasted half a breath longer than Pang Ning and half a breath shorter than Mu Yunduan, that is, nine and a half breaths. Although this result is no longer
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