"This boy is indeed a natural genius in swordsmanship." Ye Mengxian couldn't help but admire, his eyes sparkling.
Not only her, but Tuo Balie also kept nodding and praising: "What a Jian Qingshan!"
Even Meng Haiwen, who supported Ying Xinghe, couldn't wait to admit in his heart that Jian Qingshan was really too powerful. His reputation as the number one swordsman genius among the younger generation of the Tang Kingdom was indeed not a boast.
King Pingbei had a smile on his face and seemed very satisfied with Jian Qingshan's performance.
And many sword warriors in Haiyue City were full of praise for Jian Qingshan's sword just now.
"This sword looks ordinary, but it contains a profound understanding of swords."
"Making complexity simple, the simplest sword is also the strongest sword!"
"Alas, I have been practicing swordsmanship for decades, but today I was struck by this sword Qingshan."
"If this kid continues to grow, I'm afraid he will become a great swordsman."
"In this case, it will be difficult to win Xinghe."
Fang Lin was also shocked by Jian Qingshan's ordinary but stunning sword. Although he was not good at using swords, he had full eyesight.
Not everyone can use that sword. Even those who have been using swords for decades may not be able to reach the level of Jian Qingshan.
To put it bluntly, Jian Qingshan's kendo is no longer limited to moves, but has entered the level of artistic conception.
That ordinary but astonishingly powerful sword contained Jian Qingshan's sword intention, as well as his perception and understanding of the way of the sword.
At this moment, many Qin warriors were worried about winning against Xinghe. The strength shown by Jian Qingshan was a bit too strong.
"Very good, such an opponent makes me more interested." Ying Xinghe said with a grin, but his smile was a bit sinister.
Jian Qingshan held the long sword in his hand, waiting calmly, his breath hidden, as if he would swing out that amazing sword again at any time.
Ying Xinghe moved, and if it didn't move, it would move. If it moved, it would be as powerful as a thousand thunders, like a long halberd breaking through the wind.
Jian Qingshan did not hesitate at all, swung his sword to resist, and the sword energy came out horizontally, but it was easily broken by the halberd.
Seeing this, Jian Qingshan's eyes narrowed slightly, and the long sword thrust straight out.
when! ! ! !
The tip of the sword collided with the halberd, sparks flew everywhere, and the inner energy surged.
A huge force came from the halberd. Jian Qingshan felt overwhelmed and was forced back by the halberd.
But after only taking three steps back, Jian Qingshan steadied his steps and was no longer forced to retreat, using his sword intent to resist the fierce force of the halberd.
Ying Xinghe rushed forward and kicked the halberd. The strength of the halberd suddenly increased sharply, and Jian Qingshan was shocked and took two steps back.
At the same time, Ying Xinghe blasted out a palm, the majestic inner energy converged, and a golden palm print condensed out of thin air.
This palm print is extremely majestic, radiating golden light, containing an ancient and majestic aura, and there is a faint imperial aura hidden in it.
Qin royal family martial arts!
The golden palm print suddenly fell towards Jian Qingshan with a shocking power. The entire high platform of the magic circle shook violently, as if the entire high platform of the magic circle was about to shatter because of Ying Xinghe's palm.
Jian Qingshan raised his head with a solemn expression. He wanted to draw his sword to resist, but the sword in his hand was resisting the attack of the halberd, and he was unable to do anything.
"I'm afraid Jian Qingshan is in danger." Many people said the same thing, worried about Jian Qingshan.
But Jian Qingshan himself was not at all confused.
With a slap on the Nine Palace Bag, another sword flew out, blooming with a bright sword light, soaring straight into the sky, and colliding with the golden palm print.
At this time, the high platform of the magic circle was finally unable to support itself and was on the verge of collapse. Lord Haiyue took action again to stabilize the high platform of the magic circle.
Just hearing a muffled sound, everyone immediately looked towards the high platform with concentration.
But he saw that Jian Qingshan's face was slightly pale, and there was a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, as if he was injured.
Opposite him, Ying Xinghe sneered again and again, as if he had an advantage in the previous confrontation.
"Royal martial arts is indeed unique." Jian Qingshan said with wonder in his tone.
However, at this moment, he had two swords in his hands. Although the two swords were different, their meanings were the same.
Previously, Jian Qingshan used his ordinary sword, leaving Ying Xinghe in a very embarrassed state with scars all over his body. However, in the previous confrontation, Ying Xinghe took advantage and left Jian Qingshan slightly injured internally.
Until this moment, the real battle begins.
Jian Qingshan, who was holding two swords, seemed to be more powerful than when he was holding the sword with one hand. The two swords were attacking and defending, and the constant interaction made it difficult for Ying Xinghe to deal with it.
Fortunately, Ying Xinghe put on a suit of armor mixed with Phoenix Blood Stone, which greatly improved his defense. In this way, during the confrontation with Jian Qingshan, he could go back and forth without suffering any losses.
This is a battle between dragons and tigers. Both sides have almost no reservations about their strength and use all their methods. The high platform of the magic circle has been stabilized several times before it collapsed.
But it is still difficult to tell who wins and who loses.
Judging from the scene, neither of them seems to have any advantage, and they are completely evenly matched.
But in the eyes of discerning people, Jian Qingshan still has the advantage.
"Alas, the Seventh Prince lost." Some powerful warriors from Qin State shook their heads and said.
"Why? The Seventh Prince has no disadvantage, why do you say he lost?" Someone was puzzled.
"Look, there will be results soon." The man didn't explain much, just shook his head.
On the VIP platform, several VIPs naturally noticed that Meng Haiwen's expression was not very good-looking.
"It seems that Jian Qingshan is going to win." Tuo Balie said, and he didn't know if he said it on purpose, which made Meng Haiwen's expression even more ugly.
But the situation on the field also changed suddenly. Jian Qingshan's two-sword attack was like a gust of wind and rain, and every sword was flawless.
Ying Xinghe was tired of resisting and lost his chance after all. Even though he was strong, he was still no match for Jian Qingshan.
A sword struck, caught off guard, and was placed on Ying Xinghe's neck. It was just a hair's breadth away from being able to cut through Ying Xinghe's flesh.
Ying Xinghe's face turned livid. He didn't expect that Qingshan's sword was so powerful that he would be defeated by him.
"Brother Ying, I accept the concession." Jian Qingshan took back his long sword and did not press any further, appearing to be humble and courteous.
But Ying Xinghe stared at Jian Qingshan, his eyes full of unwillingness.
He was indeed unwilling to win against Xinghe. In terms of realm and strength, he was not weaker than Jian Qingshan, but he still lost. How could he be reconciled
Especially when he lost to Jian Qingshan in full public view, this was a huge blow to his face.
In the future, when people mention me, they will definitely mention that I lost to Jian Qingshan. How can Ying Xinghe endure this