Chapter 1042

At this time, Tianjiao, who fought on other platforms, also stopped his actions as if waiting for the final result.

The stars dispersed, and the two figures gradually appeared in the sight of everyone. One of them half knelt on the void and bowed his head. It was Beize Tianpeng.

The knife without trace still stood upright, looking as sharp as a blade, and his face as sharp as a knife showed a trace of loneliness and pride, refusing people thousands of miles away.

"You failed." The knife has no trace and opens slightly.

"Cough." Beize Tianpeng coughed uncontrollably and slowly raised his head. His slightly red eyes looked at the knife without trace. His eyes were extremely complex, as if they contained many unspeakable emotions, unwilling, helpless and tired

After working hard for so long, I still failed

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

Countless eyes looked at the figure of Beize Tianpeng leaving, as if it was very lonely. They couldn't help but have a trace of sadness in their hearts. The world of martial arts is so cruel. As soon as they succeed, thousands of bones wither. The rise of a top Tianjiao is bound to trample on the body of countless Tianjiao and keep going up.

This is only in the top eight and the top four. It is more and more difficult every time.

Only the most outstanding evil figure is qualified to reach the top of the sky, be respected by thousands of people and suppress an era.

"There is still a long way to go, and your future is still unlimited." The Big Dipper stares at Beize Tianpeng's earnest way. He is a little worried about Beize Tianpeng's situation and is afraid that he will never recover because of his defeat in the first World War.

"I understand." Beize Tianpeng nodded, but his heart was still unwilling. He was born a king. Why did he lose?

Looking at the unwilling look in Beize Tianpeng's eyes, Beidou Xingjun sighed in his heart and felt very ashamed.

Generally speaking, the chaotic constitution is stronger than those in the same environment, and Beize Tianpeng is not an ordinary chaotic constitution. It should have more powerful combat power, but it is still defeated by the knife without trace.

This can only show that his teacher is not strong enough to teach him more powerful powers.

After all, Dao traceless comes from the sword temple. He worships the sage as his teacher. All the magical powers he practices are the most top. However, he is only a medium-level imperial realm, and what he can teach is too limited.

The Big Dipper's eyes flashed a firm color, as if he had made up his mind and said in a deep voice: "after this, I will take you two to find your Shizu. Anyway, he must accept you."

"Shizu?" Beize Tianpeng and Yang Yunhui looked at the Big Dipper star in a daze. They had never heard of Shizu.

"Your Shizu is the ten great emperors!" The Big Dipper preached to them that he didn't want too many people to know about it. If others knew that the master had disciples like him, it would really discredit the master.

Hearing the voice of the Big Dipper, their hearts trembled fiercely. They couldn't believe what they heard.

In particular, Yang Yunhui's eyes are full of indescribable excitement. No wonder many people just called Beize Tianpeng a disciple of the ten great emperors. It turned out that he didn't presume, but he was not an apprentice, but an apprentice!

Suddenly he found that he had such a terrible inheritance, which he couldn't accept for a moment.

"Let's talk about this later. Watch the competition first and watch the battle between the top Tianjiao of your peers. It will be of great help to your practice in the future." The Big Dipper spoke.

The two nodded, and they both understood the reason for their failure. It was not that they had no talent, but that they had too little inside information, which opened the gap between them and the top figures.

Four battles have ended in the battle of the top eight. The four promoted are crown prince long San, Chu Feng, Mo Lishang, and Dao Wutian.

Soon, people's eyes went down to the battle platform. The two sides of the battle were sword traceless and childe Qingpeng.

The sword temple is good at the art of killing and cutting, and there have always been double saints. This year's double saints are the sword without trace and the sword without heaven. There is no match among their peers, and their strength is not much different.

I saw the sword without trace, the body was flashing constantly, and there was an amazing sword idea flowing rapidly on the body. The whole person seemed to turn into a peerless sword with sharp edges.

I don't know how many sword lights are cut out when waving my arm. It's incredibly fast. Countless sword lights are intertwined, like forming a sword array, blocking space and strangling everything.

If you are an ordinary opponent, you will be helpless under such fierce and domineering offensive. However, childe Qingpeng is not among them.

Young master Qingpeng comes from the Qingpeng family. What the Peng family is best at is speed. It is known as the king of the sky. It crosses the sky and ignores all attacks.

But I wonder how fast he is.

I saw two figures, one green and one white, rapidly shuttling through the void. One before and one after, they seemed to be chasing. The terrible radiance of Kendo erupted from the void, and the space was constantly torn apart. The sword sang for nine days and shook the sky.

However, the crowd soon found a clue. Even if the sword light without trace had no trace, it could not catch up with Qingmu's moving speed and could not attack Qingmu all the time.

And if you can't threaten your opponent, what's the use of a powerful attack?

Relying only on the extreme speed, Qingmu has been in an invincible position.

"It seems that the sword without trace is going to be defeated." Many people whispered.

Suddenly, a blue figure flashed out of the void, natural and unrestrained, indifferent to the dust. This figure is impressively green mu.

"Do you want to continue?" Qingmu looked calm and spoke faintly to a void.

Not long after the voice fell, there was a violent fluctuation in a space, and then a figure appeared there. The man was wearing white clothes and holding a long sword in his hand. There was a sense of Lingtian sword all over his body. It was the sword without trace.

I saw the sword without trace. His face was not very good-looking. It was the first time he met such an opponent after all these years of cultivation. It was shameless.

"The favored son of Qingpeng family and one of the eight princes of demon family, is that your strength?" Sword traceless sarcastically said, obviously there was a strong anger in his heart.

Qingmu didn't think so, and responded lightly: "I don't need others to judge my strength, but if you continue according to the way of fighting just now, who will win in the end?"

Jian Wuji's face was stiff and he was speechless. If he continued, he was likely to lose in the end.

After all, he is always in a passive state. Qingmu's speed is faster than him. Once Qingmu finds a chance, it can give him a fatal blow. Moreover, his true yuan is constantly losing and will eventually lose.

Seeing that the sword was traceless and silent, Qingmu said again: "it's not necessary to collide head-on in battle. I can defeat my opponent in the simplest way. Why should I spend my energy?"

The words fell, and the sword's traceless face was even more embarrassed. How could he not hear it? Qingmu said this before fighting back against him.

However, he has no words to refute, because Qingmu's words are correct. If he has such speed, he will do the same.

"I admit defeat in this war, but it doesn't mean that my strength is not as good as you. I hope to see you next time. Don't use the same way. It's a disadvantage after all." The sword has no trace, looks directly at Qingmu and says, then turns around and walks down the void.

The reason why he conceded defeat was that he knew what he could do, and that daowuji had entered the top eight. He believed that daowuji could complete the mission of the holy palace.