Qin Anyu stepped forward with an arrow with a knife.

It's so fast that it's impossible to catch with the naked eye.

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

Without any hesitation, they swung their swords at each other and slashed at each other.

As soon as the sword touched, with a bang, Jing Yunmo's body slid backwards, and two traces on the ground were clearly visible.

The whole person's face was as pale as paper in an instant.

It was only after gliding seven or eight meters that he stopped.

Feeling the tremor of his right hand, his face was both excited and shocked.

If it weren't for a full blow, he was sure that the other party's knife just now would definitely not be able to take it.

After stabilizing his body, he stabbed out with a sword, and the sword qi around his body was entangled, and the momentum was violent.

Qin Anyu stepped forward with a stride, and the long knife slashed fiercely.

The powerful force is released almost without reservation.

Faced with this critical attack, Jing Yunmo was forced to fall into resistance.

But he's 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 other party to attack.

Qin Anyu was not fooled.

After swinging a slash, he squats down with a kick at the same time, causing his center of gravity to unsteady and falling to the ground.

However, 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 and kicked at Qin Anyu.

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

One got up with the help of strength, Jing Yunmo raised his right foot and aimed it at Qin Anyu's waist, which was a hard kick.

With a thud, he kicked the opponent's left midfield.

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

On the contrary, Qin Anyu clenched his left hand into a fist mark and struck a heavy blow forward.

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

Qin Anyu's heavy punch directly hit him with broken ribs, damaged his internal organs, and his body flew out upside down.

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

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

Jing Yunmo, who had no time to fight back, could only quickly withdraw and retreat to avoid the opponent's attack.

With Peng's blow, Qin Anyu's right foot fell heavily to the ground and stepped out of a big pit.

After stabilizing his body, Jing Yunmo teleported forward, and raised his hand to slash out with a sword.

Qin Anyu waved his knife expressionlessly to resist.

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

Seeing his full blow, he could only force Qin Anyu to take a step back, and Jing Yunmo was shocked in his heart.

But he wasn't discouraged.

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

Qin Anyu naturally swung his knife and took the opponent's attack peacefully.

Time passed little by little, and the two had fought dozens of rounds.

Although Jing Yunmo was very powerful in each attack, he didn't cause much substantial damage.

Even if it does damage, it doesn't affect the other person in any way.

And every time Qin Anyu swung out a knife, all of them caused him substantial damage, and his body was full of scars.

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

"Poof!" Jing Yunmo, who fell into the ring, spat blood from his mouth, and his face was as white as paper.

Compared to his own injuries, his face was already blooming with joy at the moment.

After this duel in the ring, he already clearly felt that where was the gap between himself and the other party?

Walking to the edge of the ring, looking at Jing Yunmo who was lying still, Qin Anyu asked with some concern, "Are you okay?" ”

"It's fine!"

Responding with a smile, Jing Yunmo took out a healing pill and took it.

Moments later, he recovered from his injuries and jumped back into the ring.

Under Yang Feng's announcement, Qin Anyu won the victory.

The two also returned to the audience.

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 who had cultivated to reach the Eight Heavens of the Seven-Rank Divine Mansion Realm, also went up to the ring.

After half an hour of fighting, Jing Yunmo was finally defeated.

And 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 was Jing Yunmo's heyday, then he would definitely be seventy percent sure of winning the other party.

On the audience platform where the Daqian Dynasty was located, Murong Changfeng, the thirty-eighth prince of Daqian, said to He Ming next to him with a solemn face: "Qin Anyu's strength is very strong, in the process of fighting him, if you are not sure of winning, you will directly choose to surrender, don't fight with him." ”

It's not terrible to lose, but if you lose a small life, that's the most terrible.

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

Hearing the other party's words, He Ming nodded in response.

After watching the battle for so long, he already felt that he couldn't defeat Qin Anyu at all if he fought alone.

In the ensuing battle in the ring, he either found a way to win the opponent or chose to surrender after a while.

After both sides had rested, the two came to the ring together.

Waiting for the two to prepare a little, Yang Feng announced that the two had started fighting.

They took out their respective magic weapons, and the two slashed at each other without hesitation.

Qin Anyu still has a Tang horizontal knife in his hand.

He Ming was a silver spear.

The two who fought in the ring fought back and forth.

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

His eyes were fixed on Qin Anyu, and he said in a deep voice: "Since it is the final decisive battle, then please use all your strength, otherwise our battle will drag on for a long time." ”

"My strength is a bit too strong, and if I use it all, I'm likely to hack you to death if I can't stop it. No, I used the same force as I attacked Jing Yunmo before. ”

Although Qin Anyu's words sounded very harsh, it was undeniable that what the other party said was indeed so.

He Ming didn't say much, took a deep breath, clenched the silver spear in his hand with both hands, and stepped forward with an arrow.

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

Facing He Ming, who was attacking him, Qin Anyu also went up quickly with an arrow step.

In an instant, he had already come to He Ming's face, the long knife in his right hand was raised, and then he cut it down without hesitation.

Feeling the terrifying power, He Ming's face was shocked, and he hurriedly clenched his spear to resist.

Murong Changfeng, the thirty-eighth prince of the Great Qian, who also felt that the knife carried terrifying power, suddenly raised his heart to his throat and looked at the front quietly.

The fist is even tighter.

With a bang, the blade slashed at the hilt of the gun.

He Ming's face turned pale, and his feet slid backwards more than ten meters away, and the soles of his shoes were directly smoking!

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

"It's so powerful." 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 keep falling into disadvantage when he was attacked by the other party before.

If he didn't have this powerful talent, then he could be 100% guaranteed that no one would be able to carry his sword!

Even a Seven-Rank Divine Mansion Realm Ninefold Heavenly Martial Artist may not be able to carry his sword.

And the most shocking thing is that the knife he cut down is not all his strength.

If he slashes with all his might, then he can be 100% sure that he will never be able to withstand the other party's knife.

said that if you can carry the other party's knife, you will have to end up with a life and death.

Qin Anyu raised his knife and slashed down.

He Ming was forced to resist everywhere.

Although he reacts quickly and is able to take every slash from the opponent.

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

Such a fierce battle directly made the audience stare intently, and they didn't want to leave their eyes for a moment.

Time passed, and the two had fought for thirty or forty rounds, and the battle was getting more and more intense.

He Ming, who realized that he couldn't hold on, began to look for a way to win.

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

Finding the opportunity, he teleported in front of the other party and raised his knife to slash.

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

With a bang, his body flew upside down.

"Poof!" At the same time, he spat blood from his mouth.

He even clearly felt that the bones in his hands were shattered, and his arms were unable to exert any strength.

Then, in front of everyone's attention, his body flew out of the ring and fell to the ground.

"Shhh

Seeing that He Ming was defeated by Qin Anyu in less than a hundred moves, the audience present all gasped, and their hearts were shocked.

"It's so strong!" Murong Changfeng, the thirty-eighth prince of Daqian, was shocked in his heart, and stared at Qin Anyu with straight eyes.

The knife that the other party slashed just now obviously had some strength, otherwise, even if He Ming carried such a knife, he would end up with a heavy injury.

After knocking it out of the ring, Qin Anyu didn't chase it, just stood quietly in the ring.

"Great Qin Dynasty Qin An Yusheng." Yang Feng loudly announced the name of the winner.

The audience who witnessed this fierce battle immediately applauded warmly.

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

He Ming, who was lying flat on the ground, smiled bitterly, and then used "True Yuan" to repair his broken hands.

thought that he would have a chance to win against the other party, but after fighting the opponent, he realized how big the difference in strength was.

After repairing his injuries, he jumped into the ring, first saluted Yang Feng with a fist, then saluted Qin Anyu, and finally turned to leave.

Qin Anyu, who returned the salute, did not stay in the ring, turned around and returned to Qin Lang's side.

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.

"Well done!" Qin Lang glanced at Qin Anyu with relief.