Daqin: This prince always wants to rebel

Qin Anyu raised his sword and stepped forward.

The speed is so fast that it cannot be caught by the naked eye.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them were already less than two meters apart.

Without any hesitation, each other struck at each other with their swords.

As soon as the sword touched, there was a clang, Jing Yunmo's body slid backwards, and two marks on the ground were clearly visible.

His entire face turned pale as a sheet in an instant.

After gliding seven or eight meters away, he stopped.

Feeling the trembling in his right hand, his face was both excited and shocked.

If it hadn't been for a full blow, he was sure that the opponent's knife just now would never have been able to catch it.

After stabilizing his body, he stabbed out with his sword, and the sword energy wrapped around his body, creating a menacing aura.

Qin Anyu stepped forward and slashed fiercely with his long sword.

The powerful force is released almost without reservation.

Facing these critical strikes, Jing Yunmo was forced to resist.

But he is also looking for opportunities to fight back.

Seeing that there was no chance of finding an opportunity, he decisively revealed a selling point to lure the opponent to attack.

Qin Anyu was not fooled.

After slashing with his hand, he squatted down and performed a sweeping kick, causing his center of gravity to become unstable and fall to the ground.

But when his body was about to hit the ground, Jing Yunmo slapped his palm on the ground and at the same time raised his foot to kick Qin Anyu.

The sudden attack made Qin Anyu unable to take advantage of the situation and raised his left hand to resist.

Using his strength to stand up, Jing Yunmo raised his right foot, aimed at Qin Anyu's waist, and kicked him hard.

With a bang, he kicked the opponent's left waist.

But unfortunately, the blow he kicked did not cause any damage to it.

On the contrary, Qin Anyu made a fist with his left hand and struck a heavy blow forward.

With a bang, Jing Yunmo received a blow to his chest, and then he felt a sweetness in his throat, and a wisp of blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth.

Qin Anyu's heavy punch directly broke his ribs, damaged his internal organs, and sent his body flying backwards.

After flying more than ten meters away, he quickly stabilized his body and used his "True Essence" to repair the injuries in his body.

Just as he was repairing his injuries, Qin Anyu rushed in front of him, kicked out with his right foot, and hit him hard.

Jing Yunmo, who had no time to counterattack, could only retreat quickly to avoid the opponent's attack.

With a bang, Qin Anyu's right foot hit the ground hard and made a big pit.

After stabilizing his body, Jing Yunmo teleported forward, raised his hand and slashed with his sword.

Qin Anyu waved his sword to resist expressionlessly.

After taking such a blow from the opponent, his body couldn't help but move back a step.

Jing Yunmo was shocked when he saw that his full blow could only force Qin Anyu to take a step back.

But he was not discouraged.

On the contrary, his attacks became more and more fierce.

Qin Anyu naturally swung his sword to receive the opponent's attack.

Time passed by and the two of them had played dozens of rounds.

Although every attack by Jing Yunmo was very powerful, it did not cause much actual damage.

Even if it causes damage, it will not have any impact on the other party.

Every time Qin Anyu swung his sword, it caused substantial damage to him, and there were scars everywhere on his body.

After nearly eighty rounds of fighting, Qin Anyu struck out with a knife and knocked him out of the ring.

"Poof!" Jing Yunmo fell into the ring, vomiting blood, and his face was as pale as paper.

Compared to his own injuries, his face was already full of joy at this moment.

After this duel in the ring, he has clearly felt where is the gap between himself and his opponent?

Walking to the edge of the ring and looking at Jing Yunmo lying motionless, Qin Anyu asked worriedly: "Are you okay?"

"fine!"

In response with a smile, Jing Yunmo took out a healing elixir and took it.

After a while, he recovered from his injuries and jumped back into the ring.

Under Yang Feng's announcement, Qin Anyu won.

The two also returned to the audience stage.

After resting for an hour and adjusting his breath, Jing Yunmo went up to the ring again.

He Ming, a young warrior from the Daqian Dynasty, whose cultivation had reached the eighth level of the seventh-level divine palace realm, also came up to the ring.

After half an hour of fighting, Jing Yunmo finally lost.

The reason why he lost was mainly because his injuries had not fully recovered, which gave He Ming a chance to defeat him.

If it were Jing Yunmo's heyday, he would definitely have a 70% chance of winning.

In the auditorium where the Daqian Dynasty was located, Murong Changfeng, the thirty-eighth prince of Daqian, said to He Ming next to him with a solemn expression: "Qin Anyu is very powerful. During the battle with him, if you are not sure of winning, you Just choose to surrender and don't fight him head-on."

Losing is not terrible, but losing your life is the most terrible thing.

He Ming is a young general of their Daqian Dynasty, and he must not lose his life here.

Hearing what the other party said, He Ming nodded in response.

After these hours of watching the battle, he already felt that he could not defeat Qin Anyu in a single fight.

In the next battle in the ring, he will either find a way to defeat the opponent, or choose to surrender after fighting for a while.

After both sides had rested, they came to the ring in unison.

After waiting for the two to prepare, Yang Feng announced that the two would start fighting.

Each other took out their respective magical weapons, and they slashed at each other with their swords without hesitation.

Qin Anyu still holds a Tang Hengdao in his hand.

He Ming is a silver spear.

The two people fighting on the ring were back and forth.

After more than a dozen rounds of fighting, He Ming quickly opened a certain distance.

He stared at Qin Anyu and said in a deep voice: "Since this is the final decisive battle, please use your full strength, otherwise our battle will drag on for a long time."

"My power is a bit too strong. If I use it all, I will probably chop you to death without stopping. Otherwise, I will use the same power that I used to attack Jing Yunmo before."

Although what Qin Anyu said sounded very harsh, it was undeniable that what the other party said was indeed true.

He Ming didn't say much. He took a deep breath, clenched the silver gun in his hands with both hands, and moved forward with a single lunge.

He wanted to see how powerful Qin Anyu used when he beat Jing Yunmo in front of him?

Facing He Ming who was attacking him, Qin Anyu also quickly stepped forward.

In an instant, he had arrived in front of He Ming, holding the long knife in his right hand high, and then cut it down without hesitation.

Feeling the terrifying power, He Ming looked horrified and quickly clenched his spear to resist.

Murong Changfeng, the Thirty-eighth Prince of Daqian, who also felt the terrifying power of that sword, felt his heart suddenly rise to his throat and looked ahead quietly.

His fists were even tighter.

With a clang, the blade struck the handle of the gun.

He Ming's face turned pale, and he slid back more than ten meters with his feet, smoke rising from the soles of his shoes!

Although He Ming stabilized his body, He Ming's trembling hands were clearly telling people how powerful the attack just now was!

"Such a powerful force." Bearing the trembling of his hands, He Ming looked at Qin Anyu in front of him in shock.

At this moment, he finally experienced that Jing Yunmo would always be at a disadvantage if he withstood the opponent's attacks before.

Without his powerful talent, he can 100% guarantee that no one would be able to withstand his attack!

Even a ninth-level heavenly warrior in the seventh-level divine palace realm may not be able to withstand his sword.

And the most shocking thing is that the knife he slashed was not all of his power.

If he strikes out with all his strength, he can be 100% sure that he will never be able to withstand the opponent's strike.

Even if you can withstand the opponent's blow, you will end up with a narrow escape.

Qin Anyu raised his sword and charged out, slashing down fiercely.

He Ming was forced to resist at every turn.

Although his reaction is very fast and he can catch every blow from the opponent.

But the unconscious trembling of his hands and the sound of broken bones made him look solemn.

Such a fierce battle directly made the audience stare intently, not wanting to leave their eyes for a moment.

Time passed little by little, and the two had fought for thirty or forty rounds, and the battle became more and more intense.

Realizing that he couldn't hold on any longer, He Ming began to look for a way to win.

However, Qin Anyu would not give him such a chance.

When he found the opportunity, he teleported in front of the opponent and slashed with his sword.

"Huh?" He Ming was shocked and held his gun to resist.

With a clang, his body flew backwards.

"Poof!" He vomited blood at the same time.

He even clearly felt that the bones in his hands were broken and he couldn't use his arms at all.

Then, with everyone watching, his body flew out of the ring and fell to the ground.

"hiss!"

Seeing that He Ming was defeated by Qin Anyu in less than a hundred moves, the audience present took a deep breath and were extremely shocked.

"So strong!" Murong Changfeng, the thirty-eighth prince of Daqian, was shocked in his heart and stared straight at Qin Anyu.

The sword struck by the opponent just now was obviously not strong enough. Otherwise, even if He Ming withstood such a sword, he would have been seriously injured.

After knocking him out of the ring, Qin Anyu didn't pursue him, he just stood quietly on the ring.

"Qin Anyu of the Great Qin Dynasty wins." Yang Feng loudly announced the name of the winner.

The audience who witnessed this fierce battle immediately burst into warm applause.

Although the two of them did not use any combat skills, every collision of their weapons stimulated people's adrenaline.

He Ming, lying flat on the ground, smiled bitterly, and then used his "True Essence" to repair his broken bones in his hands.

He thought he would have a chance to defeat the opponent, but after fighting against the opponent, he realized how big the power gap was.

After repairing the injury, he jumped onto the ring, first clasped his fists and saluted Yang Feng, then saluted Qin Anyu, and finally turned around and left.

Qin Anyu returned the salute, but did not stay on the stage. He turned around and returned to Qin Lang.

With the end of the decisive battle, Qin Anyu won the first place, He Ming won the second place, and Jing Yunmo won the third place.

"Good job!" Qin Lang glanced at Qin Anyu happily.