Daqin: This prince always wants to rebel

"Ink Sword Technique - Black River Surges!"

Jing Yunmo also displayed his special fighting skills.

The sword was slashed out, and the black sword light was dazzling.

Countless rays of sword energy condensed around him and turned into raging rivers and rushed forward.

Boom! Boom!

Deafening loud noises were heard one after another, and smoke and dust instantly filled the entire arena.

What followed was the clanging sound of weapons clashing.

As the battle became more and more intense, the ring beneath the two men naturally began to collapse.

The gravel flew out like hail.

Under the fierce battle between the two, the smoke and dust that enveloped the entire arena gradually dissipated.

The figures of the two people also appeared in the eyes of the public.

Looking carefully, both of them had scars on their bodies.

Obviously, both of them suffered a lot of damage.

After fighting for more than ten rounds, Jing Yunmo raised his right foot and kicked Fang Hui to the left.

Seeing this, Fang Hui quickly raised his hand to resist.

Although he blocked the attack, his body moved several steps to the right.

After stabilizing his body, he raised his foot and kicked out.

Jing Yunmo quickly pulled back and dodged the opponent's attack as quickly as possible.

Fang Hui raised his sword and attacked forward without giving the opponent a chance to react.

Facing the enemy's attack, Jing Yunmo looked cold and ruthless, and stabbed out with his sword.

With a swish, countless sword energy flickered and moved forward with the long sword attack.

"Huh?" A trace of solemnity flashed across Fang Hui's face, and he waved his arms, and the long sword in his hand swam like a dragon.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them had fought for more than ten rounds, with no benefit to each other.

Jing Yunmo found an opportunity and kicked hard.

With a bang, Fang Hui's abdomen endured everything, and pain surged into his heart.

A trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

After kicking it away, Jing Yunmo clenched the sword with both hands and struck diagonally downward.

With a snap, a dazzling white sword light flashed out and quickly moved toward Fang Hui.

Fang Hui, who had just stabilized his body, hurriedly held his sword to resist.

"Poof!" Although he blocked the attack, the strong force still caused him to vomit blood.

Jing Yunmo didn't give the other party a chance to react. He stepped forward with one movement and was in front of the other party in an instant.

He held the hilt of the sword with both hands and struck back decisively.

Holding back the pain on his body, Fang Hui held his sword to resist.

With a clang, the swords collided in mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, Fang Hui's body flew out like a cannonball, while he was vomiting blood.

Jing Yunmo raised his sword and pursued again.

After flying a certain distance, Fang Hui stabbed the ground with his sword, using the power of the ground to stop himself from flying upside down.

When he was about to catch up with the opponent, Jing Yunmo stopped.

He stopped pursuing, not because he wanted to give the opponent a chance to breathe, but because one of his feet had already left the ring and stepped on the ground.

Fang Hui, whose face was frozen in place, although he wanted to deny this fact, the current situation forced him to admit it.

As soon as he saw that Fang Hui had left the ring, Yang Feng announced loudly: "The Great Qin Dynasty Jingyun Mo wins."

As this sentence reached the audience, everyone burst into applause.

"Alas!" With a long sigh, Fang Hui put away his sword, and he and Jing Yunmo bowed their hands to Yang Feng.

After saluting him, the two of them also saluted together, and then returned to the audience stands of their respective dynasties.

With the end of this last arena battle, today's arena battle also ends.

The main reason why we didn’t continue the competition was to give those who competed today enough rest time for tomorrow’s final competition.

After all, tomorrow we will not only decide the top four or five, but also the first, second, and third.

After leaving the arena, everyone returned to River City and looked forward to tomorrow's finals.

Back at Yunlin Villa, Qin Lang and his group started chatting.

Just when everyone was chatting happily, a soldier quickly came to the pavilion and said: "His Royal Highness, Jing Yunmo comes to see His Highness the little county prince."

"Huh?" A flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and Qin Lang said, "Go and bring him in."

"promise!"

In response, the black-armored soldier stood up and left.

After a while, he brought Jing Yunmo in.

"Jing Yunmo, see His Highness the Crown Prince." Jing Yunmo came under the pavilion, cupped his fists and saluted.

"Yes!" After nodding, Qin Lang asked the other party to come and sit next to him.

After Jing Yunmo sat down, he asked: "What's the matter with you coming to An Yu?"

"There is indeed one thing."

"Then tell him yourself."

"promise!"

In response, Jing Yunmo turned his eyes to Qin Anyu next to him, and said solemnly: "Your Highness, the little prince, if we meet in the ring battle tomorrow, I hope you will use 90% of your strength."

"Ah?" Qin Anyu said with some embarrassment: "Isn't this bad? If I beat you seriously, then you won't be able to fight with another person."

He doesn't worry about anything else.

He was mainly worried that because he had struck too hard, the opponent would not be able to participate in the next game.

Jing Yunmo said: "I know this, but I want to see how long I can last in the hands of His Highness the little prince."

Qin Anyu is very powerful, stronger than anyone he has ever seen.

He was excited by the opponent's strength and hoped to have the opportunity to fight against the opponent.

Now that there was an opportunity, how could he miss it so easily?

Even if he might be seriously injured, he would fight the opponent without hesitation.

Qin Lang said in a deep voice: "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Very sure."

Jing Yunmo answered very decisively.

Seeing this, Qin Lang didn't know what to say, so he looked at Qin Anyu and nodded to him.

Qin Anyu said: "Since you ask for it like that, then I will satisfy you. But we have agreed. If you can't bear it, you have to say it quickly."

Seeing that the other party agreed, Jing Yunmo couldn't help but smile.

Looking forward to the arrival of the next day.

Time flew by and it was already the next day.

As soon as Qin Lang arrived at the ring with everyone, he found that the audience stage was already full of spectators.

Not paying attention to the surrounding situations, he led everyone to the audience stage where he was.

After sitting down, everyone waited quietly.

After waiting for a while, the battle between four and five began.

Three people compete.

One is Shangguan Xueyao from the Great Qin Dynasty, the other is Fang Hui from the Great Yan Dynasty, and the last one is Pang Wei from the Great Qi Dynasty.

In the first game, Shangguan Xueyao fights against Fang Hui.

The two people who came to the ring immediately waved their magic weapons to start the battle after Yang Feng announced the start.

"This woman is so strong!" Feeling the force of the opponent's attack with a gun, Fang Hui was secretly shocked, and his face showed a hint of solemnity at this moment.

The feeling that Shangguan Xueyao gave him was no weaker than that of Jing Yunmo, especially the military temperament of the other party, which made him feel a little stressed.

He even vaguely felt that Shangguan Xueyao had a blood-sucking aura unique to soldiers.

"It seems that it will be very difficult to defeat Shangguan Xueyao."

After taking a deep breath, Fang Hui's eyes became firm and he swung his sword more fiercely.

Shangguan Xueyao did not want to be outdone at all. She stabbed, swiped, and cracked her opponent, hitting her opponent back again and again.

Ouyang Xinyue, the Thirteenth Princess of Dayan, who was sitting on the audience stage, looked at the battle on the ring with a solemn expression.

After a long time, she said calmly: "Fang Hui is no match for Shangguan Xueyao."

Although several fifth-level Ruins Realm experts around her wanted to refute, the battle in front of them clearly told them that Fang Hui had no chance of winning.

Ouyang Xinyue, the Thirteenth Princess of Great Yan, sighed inwardly: "I thought I was sure of winning this time! I didn't expect that both the Great Qin Dynasty and the Great Qian Dynasty would send such powerful young warriors!"

Based on her guess, this time in the Seven Dynasties Martial Arts Competition, even if the Yan Dynasty did not take first place, they would still be able to secure second place.

But I never expected that the Daqian Dynasty would be the strongest dark horse this time!

If it weren't for the big mountain like the Qin Dynasty, the Daqian Dynasty would definitely be able to stay in first place.

Time passed little by little, and after another half an hour, Fang Hui was defeated by falling off the ring.

Although he was very unwilling, Fang Hui showed extraordinary strength and still convinced him.

Especially the blood-evil aura possessed by the vague and invisible soldier on the opponent's body is completely restraining his existence.

Waiting for the two of them to return to the audience stage, Yang Feng on the stage waved his hand, and the originally shattered stage quickly returned to its original state.

After letting the arena recover, he did not rush to the next battle, but waited silently.

After half a stick of incense, Yang Feng called Fang Hui and Pang Wei to come to the ring.

Pang Wei, with a slim build, fine features and handsome eyes, is at the ninth level of the Seventh Level Divine Mansion Realm, and looks to be twenty-four or five years old.

After the two entered the ring, they confirmed each other's identities, and then took out their respective magic weapons, both of which were long swords.

Under Yang Feng's announcement, the two of them clenched their swords and quickly attacked each other.

The sword blades collided frequently in mid-air and made clanging sounds, like a musical symphony.

After half an hour of fighting, Pang Wei was too arrogant and was finally cut down by Fang Hui with a sword.

Everyone shook their heads in regret at this.

Even if Fang Hui was defeated by Shangguan Xueyao, Pang Wei should not underestimate the enemy so much.

It's a pity that there is no regret medicine in this world.

With the end of the second battle.

The results of fourth and fifth places also came out.

Although Shangguan Xueyao did not play against Pang Wei, he defeated Fang Hui early and therefore won fourth place, while Fang Hui won fifth place.

After the battle between four and five people was over and they rested for a while, Yang Feng, who was on top of the ring, said loudly: "Qin Anyu of the Great Qin Dynasty, Jing Yunmo of the Great Qin Dynasty, please come up to the ring."

When they heard their names being called, the two of them stood up without hesitation and flew to the ring.

Glancing at the two people scattered on the left and right, Yang Feng said expressionlessly: "You guys should prepare a little."

"Yes!" The two of them nodded in agreement, and then began to prepare.

After flexing his muscles, Qin Anyu also transformed.

After a while, Yang Feng said: "Are you ready?"

"alright!"

"Let's get started."

The two of them did not speak, but took out their respective magic weapons one after another and stared at each other closely.

After a stalemate for a while, Jing Yunmo took the lead and struck out with his sword. He used all his strength and had no intention of holding back.