On the high platform, many officials saw Feng Ji fighting against Feng Xuan, and their faces were also different, with doubts, worries, and schadenfreude...

"In your opinion, who loses and who wins in this competition?" Emperor Feng Fu looked at the three marshals in front of him and smiled...

Northern Generalissimo Lu Liang smiled helplessly and said: "In terms of cultivation talent, I'm afraid that the third princess is slightly stronger, but there is still a gap between the cultivation of the two at present, I'm afraid it will be a bitter battle..."

When the second prince heard this, the corners of his mouth hooked up a sneer, he and Lu Liang have always been at odds, although they also live in the north, but Lu Liang often disobeys Fengyuan's instructions, although he has his eldest brother from the side, he restricts Lu Liang everywhere, but the effect is not obvious...

At this moment, Lu Liang said that Feng Ji and his eldest brother can be a bitter battle, but this is extremely harsh in Feng Yuan's ears, after all, when he faces his eldest brother, he is almost suppressed and has no power to fight back, doesn't Lu Liang mean that he is not as good as his sister?

"The gap between cultivation is not irreparable, the third princess has been guarding the western border all the year round, and her actual combat experience is far from being comparable to that of the eldest prince, and now that cultivation is gradually catching up, I think this competition should be very interesting..."

Lin Zuoyi glanced at Lu Liang and Zhou Fangji, and said with a smile: "I'm afraid you have forgotten Your Majesty's Fengyang marksmanship?" Fengyang's marksmanship is extremely pure, and the third princess can only exert the power of this set of marksmanship because of her daughter's body, which cannot be easily smoothed out by cultivation and actual combat experience..."

When everyone heard this, they also nodded one after another, but they almost forgot this, as a unique technique that the royal family kept secret, its power is naturally self-evident, Lu Liang and Zhou Fangji heard this, and they also fell into contemplation, and set their eyes on the competition platform...

"Looking at your confident appearance, it seems that you are very sure of today's competition..."Feng Xuan looked at his sister and smiled, but his eyes were full of contempt...

"Please give me advice!" Feng Ji exhaled deeply, adjusting her nervous mood, and with a wave of her arm, the spear was tightly held in her hand, and the power of the Yuan Spirit quietly operated...

"Today, I want my father and the world to see who else can be the marshal of the central region!" Feng Xuan thought in his heart, a body of Yuan Spirit Qi rushed out of his body, and he attacked Feng Ji with the spear in his hand...

In the first ten moves, Feng Ji resisted quite hard, perhaps because she didn't fully adapt to it at the beginning, Feng Ji was suppressed and retreated...

"Fengyang's marksmanship really deserves its reputation..."Zhou Tai looked at Fengxuan's gun style in the field and exclaimed...

"This situation is not good..."Qin Xianglan frowned slightly, and said with some concern...

Dawn didn't say a word, but he frowned slightly, obviously not satisfied with Feng Ji's performance...

The second prince smiled more at the corner of his mouth, and judged in his heart that there were at most ten more moves, that is, he could distinguish the winner from the loser...

Lin Zuoyi obviously expected such a situation, and inadvertently glanced at Emperor Feng Fu out of the corner of his eye, seeing that the latter's expression was also a little complicated at the moment...

In the eyes of Emperor Fengfu, among his children, Feng Ji has the best talent and good conduct, but this Feng Yang marksmanship is not very suitable for his daughter's family to cultivate. This also made Emperor Feng Fu feel a little guilty about his daughter, especially after knowing that Feng Ji had practiced very hard, this guilt gradually turned into distress, in order to make up for the debt to his daughter, Emperor Feng Fu resolutely decided to let Feng Ji serve as the marshal of the west in the midst of many objections. And her daughter did not disappoint herself, and now she has become the commander of Xia Guo...

Feng Fu Huang thought complicatedly in his heart, but when he was distracted, he heard a sudden exclamation around him, and hurriedly raised his eyes, just in time to see Feng Xuan take a few steps back and stabilize his body...

"What's going on?"

"That move just now actually shocked the eldest prince?"

Although many people witnessed the scene just now, they were still a little incredulous, could it be that the eldest prince was carelessly distracted?

One move shook back Feng Xuan, Feng Ji also continued to attack, recalling what Dawn had said in her mind, distracting herself from two uses, and the power of the Yuan Spirit flowed along the meridians...

"Sweep through a thousand armies!"

"Turning clouds and rain!"

The spears of the two collided again, sparks splashed everywhere, Feng Xuan only felt that the tiger's mouth was shaken and painful, and a touch of horror rose in his heart...

"How so?!" Feng Xuan thought in his heart, but Feng Ji was pressing forward step by step...

In the field, Feng Xuan, who had been fighting vigorously before, was suppressed and retreated again and again at the moment...

"The third princess's marksmanship is Fengyang's marksmanship, right..."Zhou Fangji also noticed that something was wrong, and immediately looked at Fengfu Emperor...

And the brows of the Feng Fu Emperor are tightly locked, and at a glance, what Feng Ji makes is indeed the Fengyang marksmanship, but a closer look can find some subtle changes, whether it is the timing of the force, or the angle of the move, it seems that there is a subtle difference with the Fengyang marksmanship...

Feng Xuan's face became more and more ugly at the moment, and at the moment, a touch of ruthlessness crossed his eyes, and as the power of the Yuan Spirit in his body flowed and gathered, everyone could see a majestic energy swept out of the field...

"Dingjiangshan!"

As a low voice sounded in Feng Xuan's throat, the Qi of Heaven and Earth Yuan Spirit gathered from all directions, grabbing the end of the spear with one hand, Feng Xuan flew backwards and jumped high, the energy of the tip of the spear had already converged to a terrifying level...

Feng Ji put the spear across her chest, neither retreating nor advancing, a solemn look crossed her eyes, while running the power of the Yuan Spirit in her body, she stared at Feng Xuan's next move...

I saw that the air in the sky behind Feng Xuan was distorted, and the right arm slowly pulled the spear back, and the body shook, followed by a sudden straight down, with the blessing of the body's speed, the spear was also suddenly stabbed, and the air was pressed by the power of the tip of the spear to hiss...

In the face of such a huge offensive, everyone's hearts were also raised...

Seeing Feng Xuan attacking, Feng Ji took half a step back with her right foot, and her body turned around, so that the tip of Feng Xuan's spear just brushed over, and in the next second, after completing the turn, Feng Ji's left hand reached out, and one was grabbed at the back end of Feng Xuan's spear head...

This beautiful turn immediately caused countless exclamations, but before everyone could exhale, Feng Ji held Feng Xuan's spear in her left hand, and her spear in her right hand also jumped backwards...

"Dingjiangshan!"

Different from Feng Xuan's big opening and closing, Feng Ji just dragged Feng Xuan backwards for a few meters, both in height and in the momentum of retreat and cohesion, it was far inferior to Feng Xuan...

Although the power seems to be inferior to Feng Xuan's previous move, it greatly reduces Feng Ji's charging time, and at this moment, the spear in Feng Ji's right hand has suddenly stabbed out with the sound of breaking the wind, although the power is only two-thirds of Feng Xuan's previous move, but the whole process is dazzling...

In the face of such a set of actions that were electric and flint, Feng Xuan's right hand hurriedly pushed forward, holding the spear and slamming the rung...

After a "bang", an even deeper roar was followed by a violent Yuan Spirit power swept out of the arena...

Feeling the sharp pain coming from his right arm, Feng Xuan's throat was sweet, and the five fingers holding the spear in his hand suddenly loosened, and the impact from his right arm directly shook Feng Xuan's chest, and his figure flew out upside down in the many horrified eyes...