I saw Ying Xinghe holding a halberd in his hand, and his whole person and the weapon seemed to be integrated into one, with their auras connected and their power doubled.
The halberd swept out and flew straight towards the nine incoming black ink swords.
The power of the Mo sword was astonishing. The moment it collided with the halberd, it exploded with terrifying power, impacting Ying Xinghe's body.
But Ying Xinghe was also extremely strong. He carried this power with his physical body, and his halberd tore apart the black swords one after another, constantly approaching Huangfu Yunchuan.
This scene made many warriors in Haiyue City applaud.
Huangfu Yunchuan's face was solemn. He underestimated this opponent and did not expect that this person was so strong.
"You also remember my name! I am the seventh prince of the Qin Kingdom, Ying Xinghe! I am the one who defeated you!" Ying Xinghe laughed, the halberd became more powerful, and the evil beast roared out.
The last three ink swords were also completely defeated and could not stop Ying Xinghe and his halberd. The shadow of the evil beast that emerged from the halberd was one step ahead and had already arrived in front of Huangfu Yunchuan.
Faced with this situation, although Huangfu Yunchuan looked solemn, he did not show the slightest hint of panic.
He gently tapped the brush in his hand against the evil beast's phantom, and a cage of words emerged, trapping the evil beast's phantom in this cage.
The evil beast's phantom roared and charged wildly, but it was trapped to death and could not escape at all.
At this time, the halberd came and struck hard on the word cage, trying to break the cage open.
Unexpectedly, a chain suddenly flew out of the word cage, which was also condensed with words, and was directly wrapped around Ying Xinghe's halberd.
As a result, Ying Xinghe was immediately restrained, his halberd was entangled, making it difficult to swing, and his expression suddenly changed.
"Open it!" Ying Xinghe roared, the royal martial arts came into play, and a palm fell suddenly.
The prison collapsed, the chains broke, the evil beast's shadow returned to the halberd, and the halberd was also freed from its restraints.
Huangfu Yunchuan smiled lightly: "As expected of the prince of Qin, he is indeed different from others."
Ying Xinghe's face was cold and cold, and his halberd was pointed directly at Huangfu Yunchuan, as if he was firing a real fire and would not stop fighting.
Huangfu Yunchuan slapped the Nine Palace Bag on his waist and flew out of an inkstone, with ink flowing inside.
When Ying Xinghe saw this, he was shocked and confused. He didn't know what Huangfu Yunchuan was going to do, but he knew very well that no matter what Huangfu Yunchuan wanted to do, he couldn't get his wish.
At that moment, Ying Xinghe's halberd moved again. Instead of attacking Huangfu Yunchuan, it struck directly at the inkstone.
A smile appeared at the corner of Huangfu Yunchuan's mouth, and the old man Wang Qingsong standing on the scroll also showed a faint smile.
The girl yawned and stopped watching the contest between the two, as if she had lost interest.
"No! Back away!" On the city wall, King Pingbei seemed to see something and shouted quickly.
But it was too late, the halberd was invincible, and Ying Xinghe was even more motivated to fight to destroy that inkstone.
Unfortunately, he underestimated the power of this thing.
Before the halberd arrived, ink was seen flowing out of the inkstone, and in an instant, it turned into a wave of ink.
Ying Xinghe's halberd was swallowed up by the ink waves, and it suddenly lost all its aura, as if it had fallen into an endless abyss.
Ying Xinghe was horrified, but he didn't want to lose the halberd and wanted to pull the weapon back.
But seeing the wave of ink coming, Ying Xinghe not only failed to take back the weapon, but also fell into the wave of ink, and his inner energy was blocked and lost his strength.
"Alas!" King Pingbei sighed, and the faces of the others also looked unhappy.
I originally thought that Ying Xinghe's attack would be enough to deal with this arrogant Qihai Tianjiao, but unexpectedly, even Ying Xinghe was defeated, and the defeat was even more ugly. Even the weapons and people were captured by the opponent.
Mo Lang restrained himself and returned to the inkstone, only to see Ying Xinghe bound by the chains of words, tied like a big rice dumpling, with a look of unwillingness and anger.
And his weapon was held by Huangfu Yunchuan.
"Is this the strength of the Prince of Qin?" Huangfu Yunchuan said with a smile, his words full of ridicule.
Ying Xinghe was so angry that he was actually captured by the opponent. This was a big loss.
He still had other methods that he had not used yet. He was obviously able to fight Huangfu Yunchuan, but he was thwarted by the weird ink.
At this moment, Ying Xinghe just wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into. It was so embarrassing. This defeat was even more difficult for him to accept than the previous loss to Jian Qingshan.
If he loses to Jian Qingshan, he is indeed inferior in skill. Jian Qingshan's knowledge of swordsmanship is too deep and he is no match.
But losing to this Huangfu Yunchuan was really frustrating. The opponent's level was the same as his own, and his strength was not necessarily higher than his own. The inkstone and ink were really weird, which Ying Xinghe never expected. .
"It seems that we have gained nothing this time. It should be very valuable to capture a Qin prince." Huangfu Yunchuan said with a smile.
Meng Haiwen snorted coldly and shouted: "Let the Seventh Prince go, otherwise don't blame me for suppressing you."
Huangfu Yunchuan looked at Meng Haiwen mockingly: "What? I can't beat the young one, how about an old one?"
Meng Haiwen's face turned livid: "It's just a competition, but you captured my Qin prince, isn't it too much?"
Huangfu Yunchuan shook his head with a smile on his face: "Who said it was a sparring match? Don't you look at how ruthless this guy is when he strikes, every move will kill me, I just captured him That’s all, and it didn’t hurt his life, so why did he just pass?”
This is true, but Huangfu Yunchuan's actions are even more unacceptable than hurting Ying Xinghe's life.
After all, he was a dignified prince of a country, and to be captured by Qihai's people like this would not only bring disgrace to the royal family of Qin, but also the face of the entire Nine Kingdoms.
"Boy, let go of His Highness, otherwise you won't be able to get out of here." A royal expert appeared and looked coldly at Huangfu Yunchuan.
As soon as these royal masters appeared, their aura was completely different. Each of them was a strong man who could not lose to King Pingbei. They had never shown up before and were secretly the royal masters responsible for protecting Ying Xinghe.
When Huangfu Yunchuan saw this, he shook his head helplessly: "That's all, just a seventh prince is not enough. If we can capture the eldest prince of Qin, that would be meaningful."
With that said, Huangfu Yunchuan waved his hand, and Ying Xinghe flew towards Haiyue City, with the text chains on his body dissipating midway.
However, Huangfu Yunchuan did not return the halberd. Instead, he openly put it into Jiugong's pocket.
"Return the halberd!" the royal master shouted.