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Extremely small thud.

Sound in the auditory sense, but tearing through the darkness in the visual sense.

It was as if nothing had happened on the high platform, but Jiang Wang and Jiang Wuyong stood opposite each other, and their long swords were opposite each other.

The tip of the sword against the tip of the sword, and the Sauvignon Blanc against the waist of the beauty.

They only exchanged blows once, and so gently.

But.

A huge wave of qi suddenly swept away, like a strong wind blowing, and the people who were slightly weaker in the audience were shaking.

Jiang Wang and Jiang Wuyong each retreated.

Jiang Wuyong's expression was surprised.

Obviously, he didn't expect that Jiang Wang would be able to take his purple qi and cover the sun, and he would also be able to resist his Great Qi Emperor's sword technique.

But when others retreated, their eyes were already dyed with purple gas.

The supreme martial arts of the Great Qi royal family that he cultivated were the Supreme Crape Myrtle Zhongtiandian.

Swordsmanship, Momentum, Daojutsu, Pupil ...... All-encompassing, Weiling Sects.

He has almost no shortcomings, which is why he is disdainful of the so-called winner of the Heavenly Mansion Secret Realm.

However, Jiang Wang only retreated half of his position, and spit out a mouthful of blood, forcibly stopping the retreat at the cost of injury.

Above his gray hair, thorny phantoms appeared.

Thorns are the most obstructive to the way forward.

A sharp tingling sensation emerged, but Jiang Wang's eyes were clear.

Dao Thorn Crown!

As a result, the power of the next Dao technique will be increased.

He had very high expectations for Jiang Wuyong's strength, and when he swung the Sword of the Sun, Moon and Stars, he was already ready for this Dao technique.

To stop the injury is of course to compete for the first opportunity.

At the same time that the crown of thorns appeared, in front of Jiang Wuyong, three flame flowers opened one after another.

In his purple pupils, he clearly sensed that the power of the one in the middle exceeded the rest.

The purple pupil was certain, and the core of the flame flower had been driven away from the Yuan Force and dissipated in the air.

Then the beauty's waist flashed, and the other two flames were easily cut.

But in the next moment, his hair stood on end!

Because Jiang Wang is here with a sword!

He came from a small town in the distant country of Zhuangguo.

He emerged from a dead realm that had fallen into the netherworld.

An eighteen-year-old boy who traveled the country alone, trekked through mountains and rivers, and refined his sword and heart.

Every day, I'm doing my best.

Every step is about getting stronger.

This sword is the mountains and rivers that he has traveled thousands of miles through.

It is Jiang Wang who became Jiang Wang, and it is everything he has experienced.

The sword of mountains and rivers!

Jiang Wuyong wanted to avoid the edge for a while, but he found that he couldn't avoid it at all.

This sword is too far away.

He struggled to swing his sword, but the beauty's waist was gently swinging open.

This sword is too heavy.

It is as if the heavens and the earth are combined, the mountains are toppling, and the rivers are rushing.

Jiang Wuyong frantically searched for a solution, searching for those miraculous techniques in his mind.

But he was there, and he couldn't move.

The tip of the Sauvignon Blanc sword was facing the center of his eyebrows.

Just send it a little forward, and everything about him will be in smoke.

He lost!

There was silence on the high platform, and there was a dead silence under the high platform.

The son of the royal family of Great Qi, the fourteenth son of His Majesty today, actually lost to an opponent in the same realm in a duel?

So far, only Wang Yiwu, a disciple of Jiang Mengxiong, the Great Qi Army God, has created such a record in public.

And the opponent he faced was the more powerful Nine Emperor Princes, Jiang Wuxie.

But what kind of person is Wang Yiwu? He was praised by Jiang Mengxiong, the god of war, as the number one in the world. So much so that defeating the children of the royal family seems to be within the acceptable range of everyone.

How can this Jiang Wang be compared to him?

The crowd looked at each other, and everyone was speechless.

Lian Luyue, the old man of the Lian family, widened his eyes and couldn't believe it.

Patriarch Lian Zhuping's eyes changed, and he suddenly felt that the cooperation with a wonderful prospect before did not seem so appropriate.

Except for Chong Xuansheng, perhaps no one can imagine this ending.

Jiang Wangjian pointed at Jiang Wuyong: "The reason why I agreed to fight with you." I just want to tell you that the treasures of the world should not be inhabited by virtuous people. This is just a disguise for stealing. There are treasures of the Lord in the world, and whoever belongs to them should belong to them.

The so-called virtue should not be defined by you.

Wei is not virtue.

Wei is Wei, and virtue is Germany.

You are bullying and oppressing, and you are immoral.

You provoke and fail. Yes, it is also out of authority.

How noble the royal family of Daqi is. But you are not only virtuous, but also authoritarian.

Shame on all those I have seen!"

The sword did not enter, but this word is better than the sword.

In order to avoid greater humiliation, Jiang Wuyong didn't dare to act rashly, only gritted his teeth and said: "The winner is the king and the loser Kou, whatever you say, it's what it is!"

Seeing that his popularity was nothing more than that, Jiang Wang smiled indifferently, and the long sword turned back into its sheath.

"You also deserve the surname Jiang?"

No matter how humiliated Jiang Wuyong was here. Off the field, Chong Xuansheng stretched out his fat hand in front of the white-faced middle-aged man early, like a life-urging ghost: "Hurry up!

The big eunuch under Jiang Wuyong's hand was expressionless, took out two jade sticks, a box of 10,000 yuan stones, and put them in the fat hand that almost hit his face.

Chong Xuansheng checked the jade stick first, then opened the box and counted it, carefully inspected it, and confirmed that it was ten thousand yuan stones with quality and quantity.

Then he laughed: "Welcome to bet again next time!"

......

Under the strange gaze of the crowd, the sedan chair drivers re-lifted the sedan chair and left in a hurry with the fourteenth prince.

All the way out of Nanyao City, Jiang Wuyong's face did not ease.

Defeated in public, and was also called the shame of the Qi family, it was a great shame!

And a series of negative effects derived from this are huge losses that he has to consider.

He was so angry that he didn't know who to vent to.

Away from the crowd at this time, Jiang Wuyong finally let go of some scruples, and couldn't help but grit his teeth and said angrily: "If it weren't for the partiality of my father, the two strongest heavenly classics in the Supreme Ziwei would not be passed on to me." Why am I here today?"

He thumped his chair in indignation.

"If I am allowed to practice a part, I can destroy it with just Jiang Wang. I won't suffer this humiliation!"

His Highness was silent. The big eunuch said solemnly: "There are two parts of heaven and earth, and only the prince can cultivate them." ”

"Don't bluff me with lies!" Jiang Wuyong became more and more angry: "Then how did my third sister, ninth brother, and eleventh brother cultivate?"

The great eunuch was embarrassed: "They ......"

"It's nothing more than the power of my mother's family! My Jiang dynasty will be ruined sooner or later in the hands of these relatives!"

As soon as these words came out, the ten sedan chair drivers who carried the sedan chair suddenly froze, unconsciously opened their mouths, and blood gushed out, forming ten blood lines and rushing into the sedan chair.

Each finger of the great eunuch was connected to a blood line, and when he held it with ten fingers, the blood line disappeared instantly.

Ten sedan chair drivers, along with the sedan chair, fell to the ground with a bang.

In the sedan chair, the big eunuch did not move.

But Jiang Wuyong's face became ugly.

"Your Highness. The great eunuch said in a deep voice, "Have you ever thought about what effect these words will have on you?"

"The year before last, the Nine Emperor Princes were defeated by Wang Yiwu, with His Royal Highness's usual extremism, have you ever heard of him being so out of control?"

"It's not terrible to be frustrated for a while, but in this battle for succession, are you still afraid of falling a little behind? Today's face is greatly damaged, and it is not an opportunity for him to raise his eyebrows and exalt himself. At least the other Highnesses will let their guard down on you and stop treating you as an adversary. ”

"But if you can't even control this little emotion, and you repeatedly lose your words, let's leave the capital as soon as possible and be a rich idler. lest one day, the old slave will accompany you to die on the streets. also give hundreds of people in the palace a way to live!"

Jiang Wuyong closed his eyes tightly, and when he opened them again, he had already calmed down.

"Lonely, got it!"