Empress, don't make trouble, I'm really a gentleman

The third round is the last round.

In this round, all contestants will bring weapons to fight and compete for the top ten.

Only the top ten will be rewarded.

Originally, they still had a short period of time to rest and recover their strength, but Wang Zhi moved the final round forward, greatly shortening the rest time of this group of people.

The officials who presided over the military exercise were hoarse, but they had to be forced to open their doors and went to the ring to announce the next round of competitors.

"Dream Team Qinglong! Match against Zhenxi Army, Rongda!"

When the announcement fell, someone exclaimed.

"The blue dragon is on the stage!"

"It's him again! It's over, Rong Da is in danger."

"Only the Zhao brothers in the Mighty Army are qualified to fight Qinglong, that guy is too terrifying."

Qinglong didn't take many shots, and each time he won cleanly, with ease, without breaking away from the water.

Qinglong walked onto the ring calmly, holding a blue-gray dagger in his hand.

The blade of the dagger is only three inches long, the style is simple, and the edge is not sharp.

"This year's Qinglong, do you use a dagger?"

Wang Zhi watched quietly, then suddenly asked Ji Wuchen.

Ji Wuchen pretended to nod deeply.

"Yes, he said he liked the weapon..."

In fact, Ji Wuchen knew what a fart, but he was just talking nonsense in order not to reveal that he knew nothing.

Wang Yong lowered his eyes.

"There are so many secret books in Zangshu Pavilion, he only chose which one... It is his ability to practice it. However, Wuchen, please don't worry, this martial skill is harmful to the body, and may die early."

Wang Yong obviously knew something, even more than Ji Wuchen.

Ji Wuchen didn't show anything on his face, but his heart was shocked.

Die early?what's the situation!
Rong Da also stepped onto the stage.

This is a tall man with a saber pinned to his waist, his eyes are like lightning, and a scar on his left eye is like an earthworm crawling.

He knew that Qinglong was very strong, but he was unwilling to admit defeat and wanted to fight.

How could the ruthless stubble who walked out of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood be easily subdued?

Moreover, if you really want to bring weapons to fight, it is not certain who will win the battle.

"Zhenxi Army, Rongda."

Qinglong also recorded the military salute, with a cold and calm expression.

"Dream team, Qinglong."

"when!"

The gongs and drums sounded, and the battle began.

Rong Da is also a figure at the level of a master. The sound of gongs and drums is still echoing, but his figure has disappeared.

He was so fast that he walked around the ring. For a moment, the ring was full of phantoms.

He seems to have disappeared, and it seems to have separated into countless incarnations, making it impossible for people to know his true location.

"Chong!"

There was a sudden crisp sound, but it was Rong Da who pulled out the saber brazenly, the blade was bright and shining like a full moon.

At some point, he had already appeared behind Qinglong, and the long knife was directly on the opponent's neck!

A veteran who has experienced many battles, his shots are not fancy, just want to harvest life as quickly as possible.

I don't know how many powerful enemies have been hated by this move.

However, his opponent is Qinglong.

Qinglong seemed to have eyes on his back, and his body moved half a meter out of thin air, barely avoiding the blade light.

Rongda is fast, he is even faster.

Rong Da missed the blow, and retreated on tiptoe without hesitation, not giving his opponent a chance to counterattack.

He knew that this would cost him even more, but he could only do this in the face of Qinglong!

Afterimages fluttered in the arena, Rong Da flickered like a ghost, slashing down fiercely from time to time, but nothing was achieved.

People with vicious eyes recognized this combat skill and explained:

"This is Ghost Shadow Step, the unique technique of the Zhenxi Army. It is said that when it is practiced to a high level, it can walk on the sand without leaving a trace. Once it is used, there will be afterimages all over the mountains and plains."

"Yes, I've heard of it too, and it's more than that. When the ghost step is used, they will only appear in the blind spot of the opponent's vision. There is no trace of the attack, and they cannot be avoided."

"But...why do I feel that Qinglong has eyes all over his body, and his fast and tricky saber technique can't even touch the hem of his clothes."

The stronger and faster Rong Da is, the more he will set off Qinglong Wushuang.

You know, hiding a knife is harder than wielding one.

Rongda began to sweat coldly on his forehead.

He felt something was wrong.

Qinglong didn't block at all, relying entirely on his own speed and reaction to dodge, he has swung dozens of knives, but he couldn't hit a single one!

what monster is this? !
The worse the situation was, the more he forced himself to calm down.

"Don't worry, he keeps avoiding, there will definitely be a flaw! As long as he has a flaw, I have a chance!"

Rongda said silently in his heart, his footsteps moved faster, the long knife heaved out the light of the knife, and every knife was terrifyingly powerful.

Qinglong only relies on dodging instead of blocking, which is undoubtedly an act of entrusting himself to the big.

If you are big, you will pay the price.

Like this moment!
Rongda's eyes burst out with bright light, his whole body was boiling, and his strength was completely concentrated in his hands.

At this moment, Qinglong was forced into a dead corner, he could not avoid it, if he took another step back, he would fall into the ring!

"die!"

Rong Da shouted loudly and tried his best, the long knife in his hand made a clanging sound, the light was dazzling, and its power was astonishing.

With this knife, the opponent must be defeated!
"Ding!"

There is no way to hide, so don't hide.

A dagger was raised, unpretentious, and calmly stood in front of him.

The long knife was resplendent, and it slashed on the dagger, making an ear-piercing sound.

The strong airflow bloomed, causing many people to retreat, showing surprised expressions.

A trace of astonishment flashed in Rongda's eyes.

His knife, the one he had to take, was blocked.

Qinglong still stood there like a rock, motionless, only his hair was blown by the air, flying in all directions.

"Qinglong, you really know how to pretend to be 13."

Ji Wuchen muttered in a low voice, the voice was heard by the Empress.

The latter asked suspiciously: "What is pretending to be 13?"

Ji Wuchen laughed.

"It means very handsome. Knowing how to pretend to be 13 means that he is very handsome."

Jing'er is a little sycophant, she hurriedly said shyly: "Then, brother Wuchen is the best person in the world who can pretend to be 13."

Ji Wuchen's face was covered with black lines.

Hey!This silly girl!

From the beginning to the end, Qinglong never looked at Rongda.

"You are strong."

He said something in admiration, and then kicked straight out, hitting Rongda in the lower abdomen.

Qinglong's strength was terrific, when he kicked down, Rongda's figure couldn't stop falling backwards, he felt that his vital energy was scattered by this kick, and his stomach was in pain like a sea of ​​water.

He raised his head in shock, trying his best not to let Qinglong disappear from sight.

However, the moment he lowered his head and raised his head, Qinglong was no longer where he was.

Where is he? !

Rongda's scalp was about to explode, and he hurriedly wanted to turn around.

However, it's too late.

A cold tingling came from the back of his neck, and he knew there was a dagger there without looking.

Qinglong's eyes were flat, and he held the dagger tightly with one hand and pressed it against the back of Rongda's neck.

As long as he exerted his strength, he could cut off the cervical spine of the man in front of him and make his head fly.

Qinglong said slowly: "Unfortunately, not strong enough."

With a bitter expression on his face, Rong Da put down the long knife in his hand.

"I lost."

The battle is over.