Stabbing the staff into Mingyue's back with all its strength, Qin Qiong had a smile in his eyes and in his heart.
sneer.
Everyone in the world knows that the Qin family practices the Five Elements Mystery Arts, and that the head of the Qin family has been a genius in the Mystical Arts since childhood. However, no one knows that Qin Qiong also practiced swordsmanship when he was young.
It's just a pity that his swordsmanship talent is vastly different from his talent in mystical arts. The gentleman who taught him swordsmanship quietly left one night after a year of teaching with no results, leaving only a picture behind.
The paper asked Qin Qiong to never touch the sword again and concentrate on practicing his mystical arts.
That writing paper has become an eternal knot in Qin Qiong's heart.
Even though he became a master of mystical arts and rose through the ranks, he always had a stubborn persistence in his heart. Therefore, his staff was shaped like a sword, and he himself had been working hard to practice the sword in his heart.
After so many years, these things have long been forgotten by the world. Except for himself, no one knows that the head of the Qin family can also use a sword.
Qin Qiong knew that Mingyue was very strong. Facing Mingyue, he had to use all his strength, which even included his big secret that only heaven and earth knew.
From the moment Mingyue broke through his cumulus with one shot, Qin Qiong already understood that he was no match for Mingyue with mystical skills alone, but Qin Qiong knew that he could not lose.
The entire five-star Qi Yao was just to cover up his sword.
Now, he drew his sword.
Qin Qiong thought that he must be the final winner.
Then, he was wrong!
When he drew his sword, the bright moon also moved.
Folding his fingers together, holding the gun, twisting his waist, looking back, and thrusting back, these simple movements were completed in one go, and the blood-red spear stabbed through the air sharply.
Li Qiye had practiced this movement for ten days!
In a beautiful counterattack, Qin Qiong took action after drawing his sword. Before Qin Qiong's sword pierced his ink robe, Mingyue's spear tip had already pierced Qin Qiong's chest.
Her dark eyes stared at Qin Qiong, whose eyes were wide open with a look of disbelief. Mingyue's voice was as calm as before, but her calmness revealed determination and confidence.
"Mr. Qin, you lose!"
Qin Qiong wanted to say something and opened her mouth, but only hot blood came out.
"If you can die by my overlord's gun, you will have nothing to lose in this life!" Mingyue whispered.
Qin Qiong heard his voice and heard his pride in his tone.
(This is the most satisfying battle I have written so far. Our Mingyue is so handsome, ha...)
He seemed to have heard the words "Overlord Spear" somewhere before, but at this moment, Qin Qiong had already tried his best to think about it.
Mingyue reached back and withdrew the gun from his body. With a slight thought in his mind, the bloody spear disappeared from his hand.
Blood spurted out, Qin Qiong's fingers were unable to loosen, and the staff in his hand fell to the ground along with his body. On the ground, the dragon turtle looked at its master helplessly and slowly closed his eyes.
"I'm fine!" Looking at Mo Li who rushed in front of him, the fighting spirit in Mingyue's eyes disappeared and turned into water-like tenderness, "I apologize for making you worry!"
Mo Li rolled his eyes, "Three drinks as a penalty!"
"Okay!" Mingyue agreed with a smile.
By this time, Qin Qiong's body had just landed.
The petrified spectators finally recovered from the shock and cheered again.
It seems that the victory does not belong to Mingyue, but to them.
Cang Shanxue looked at the man and woman sitting half-shouldered on the red dragon, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart. Then she turned around and rushed to the city, "Come, follow me to the outside of the city, and dig out the dragon turtle for the imperial master."