I, beat the Eastern Swordsman at the beginning

Chapter 228
"not good!"

With a deep sigh in his heart, Ming Jing grabbed his back with his backhand, but there was a strong tingling sensation from his palm, and in an instant, a long wound was left, which was continuously overflowing with blood.

However, Wen Qing immediately retreated after a sword strike early in the morning, and landed on the opposite side of him.

It was only at this moment that the two sides looked at each other a little calmly, with serious expressions in their eyes.

At this time, the cultivator behind Ming Jing saw him move a few times, the wound was healing rapidly, and after a while, only the dazzling bright red was left, but the wound was no longer visible.

"what!"

Shouting loudly, Ming Jing stomped a few steps forward, the huge force made the whole arena tremble, and the audience was extremely worried.

"I'm afraid this girl won't be able to hold on anymore."

"These wounds, which are extremely fatal to others, are ineffective against Ming Jing."

"I don't know how this guy practiced, and he was able to recover so quickly."

"Hey, the people of Yingzhou really came prepared. With this bright prospect, it will be very difficult for our Shenzhou to win this century-old agreement."

Seeing that Wen Qingqing couldn't help each other for a while, all the practitioners in Shenzhou shook their heads and sighed.

It's not that they want others to destroy their own prestige, it's just that this prospect is too difficult to deal with.

A normal battle is basically over by this time, but the two people on the ring have never been able to compete. Although Ming Jing suffered some injuries, it does not affect the overall situation, and he still maintains his peak fighting power at this moment.

The opening and closing moves made Wen Qingqing dodge from left to right, and the epee in the opponent's hand contained enormous power. Once hit, even if he survived, a few bones would be broken, and he couldn't get out of the hospital bed within two or three months. .

After dodging Ming Jing's attack again, she suddenly confronted each other, and the five swords floating in front of her suddenly merged into one, and then she grabbed the hilt of the sword and slashed down frantically.

Rumble!
Only violent roars could be heard, and the entire arena was filled with berserk sword energy. Ming Jing, who was in it, immediately had scars and wounds, and the wounds that turned out made his upper body look extraordinarily terrifying.

However, he didn't seem to feel the slightest pain, and he was rushing towards Wen Qingqing with his epee in hand.

One is extremely dexterous, and the other is bombarding with great strength. The two of them come and go, making the stage very lively.

Seeing this, Ye Feixian shook his head silently, feeling a little depressed.

He didn't go to confront this person just now, because he wanted to see if other practitioners from China would take over, but he never thought that Wen Qingqing would take the initiative to stand up.

If he had known this earlier, he would definitely play in person, even if he could only get a little fame, he would not let Wen Qingqing take the risk.

But it's too late to say anything now.

"puff--"

Suddenly, Wen Qingqing on the ring spurted out a mouthful of blood, and even involuntarily flew upside down, landing dangerously on the edge of the ring.

Only one step away, she will leave this range.

On the opposite side, Ming Jing dragged the epee and ran towards her with big strides. A series of sparks burst out at the place where the epee touched the ring, and at the same time there was a piercing sound.

Then he raised the epee high, aimed at Wen Qingqing's head and chopped it off.

Seeing this scene, many people lowered their heads, not wanting to see the bloody scene that was about to happen.

Wen Qingqing originally had a peerless demeanor, and was regarded as a goddess by the practitioners who had seen her, but at this time, she was about to lose the battle, and she would end up dying.

"Ok?"

However, after waiting for a long time, they never heard an elder announce the outcome of the battle, so they opened their eyes and watched curiously.

But when Wen Qingqing came behind Ming Jing, the dark red sword in her hand was obliquely inserted into the opponent's flesh and blood. Judging by its appearance, she should have wanted to draw it out, but she was killed for some reason. It is firmly fixed on it, and cannot be shaken at all.

Roaring in pain, Ming Jing slapped his backhand, and the fan-sized palm came with a gust of wind, causing Wen Qingqing to abandon the sword and keep retreating.

When the two sides separated, Ming Jing pulled out the sword with his backhand. The intense pain made him frown uncontrollably, and then threw the sword out.

Wen Qingqing on the opposite side of him took the sword, panting heavily.

"Humph!"

"Now you have reached the end of your strength, if you continue to fight, you will be the one who dies."

With a cold voice, Ming Jing immediately stood in front of Wen Qingqing, saying: "Girl, I admire you very much, but today's battle has stopped here."

"You admit defeat!"

"The little girl has never conceded defeat!"

After replying, Wen Qingqing walked over with the sword in his hand, and then pulled out several beautiful sword flowers with one hand, and attacked Ming Jing.

However, it seems that just like what he said, the current Wen Qingqing doesn't have much fighting ability, and before he got close, he was slapped and flew away, and fell to the ground and rolled several times before slowly stopping.

"Miss Wen is exhausted!"

"Her internal energy is almost exhausted, but Ming Jing has not been taken down yet."

"such a pity……"

Under the stage, Ye Feixian said this with a frown and stopped talking, his eyes fixed on Wen Qingqing.

This woman who came with me from Wanghai City had a chance to defeat the opponent in front of her, but her heart was too soft, she refused to let the opponent die, and only gave him a few warnings.

But these attacks were innocuous to the rough-skinned and thick-skinned Ming Jing, and in the end he seized the opportunity to fight back.

Hearing this, Ming Jing raised his eyebrows, and admired this woman even more in his heart, but Yingzhou and Shenzhou have always been at the mercy of each other, pity at this moment will only make Yingzhou face a strong opponent in the future.

At that moment, he walked towards Wen Qingqing with the epee in his hand, held it up high after hesitating for a while, and immediately slashed at it.

boom--

The loud noise made the hearts of the onlookers beat immediately, and the diffuse dust made them unable to see clearly the situation in the arena.

After a long time, everyone saw that Ming Jing was holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, allowing the blade to stab into the ring, and he kept this posture without moving.

Not far away, Wen Qingqing was half-sitting on the ground, breathing heavily.

The dark red sword in her hand had disappeared, and a sharp-eyed person immediately exclaimed after seeing its whereabouts: "We won!"

This loud shout awakened the other practitioners from the Divine Land, and they all stared at him, but they saw a dark red sword stuck in Mingjing's knee, and there was only a piece of skin on the lower calf connected to his body, which was shaking slightly.

Just when everyone thought that Wen Qingqing was about to lose, she suddenly reversed the situation and seriously injured Ming Jing in one fell swoop.

Originally, she had a chance to kill this person, but she didn't do so at the last moment, she just severed the opponent's leg.

"In this battle, the Chinese side wins!"

(End of this chapter)