Long Qijin has 30,000 troops, and the Dark Cavalry Battalion frankly admits that the troops coming this time are only 10,000, but they are all elites. Although marching thousands of miles is a bit tiring, the elites are not as good as the soldiers and horses who were temporarily organized and did not have much training.
Compared to that, the combat capabilities are completely different.
An hour passed, and the superiority of the two parties could already be distinguished.
Long Jingkuang's expression became calmer, while Long Qijin's brows tightened.
"How about it, Uncle Seventh Emperor, do you still want to fight? If you continue to fight, I'm afraid you will suffer more losses."
Long Jingkuang spoke leisurely and authentically.
"..." Long Qijin's heart suddenly became angry. This time, the situation seemed to have returned to that day. When the Seventh Prince's Palace and Prince Jing's Palace went to war, he clearly had an absolute advantage, but later he was defeated like a mountain.
At that time, his troops were poisoned and lost their ability to fight. This time...
Although he was not poisoned, it made him realize that the legendary Dark Riding Battalion was really powerful.
Long Hong was too partial and always left this regiment with excellent combat capabilities to Long Jingkuang to manage. He lost because he was not the emperor's eldest grandson and was not Long Hong's favorite.
"Uncle Seventh Emperor, withdraw your troops. Jing really doesn't want to continue fighting."
"Shut up."
Long Qijin was unwilling to withdraw his troops like this. This was his last chance to attack Long Jingkuang.
There will never be such a good opportunity again.
If Long Jingkuang was eliminated, he believed that it would not be impossible to use his own strength to return to the Phoenix Kingdom and replace him.
That throne will still be his. His, Long Qijin's.
And Dongfang Lian, she will also be his queen.
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Long Qijin pulled out a sharp sword and sneered, "Long Jingkuang, let's fight to the death. If I lose, I will be convinced."
Long Qijin has been practicing swordsmanship very hard in the past few months. He is no longer the Seventh Prince who was not very good at swordsmanship but was full of strategies.
"Okay, no matter how Uncle Seven Emperors likes to play, Jing will accompany you."
Long Jingkuang also drew a weapon.
"don't want."
Dongfang Lian shook his head crazily at Long Jing. It was really not worth it to fight Long Qijin.
"Lian'er, don't worry. I won't die before you."
Long Jingkuang smiled brightly at her.
With the flash of swords and shadows, the two of them soon fought together. In the past, Long Qijin didn't know how strong Long Jingkuang was, because Long Jingkuang always showed his weakness to others.
Now that they were fighting, Long Qijin was alert to the fact that Long Jingkuang was not a sick cat. He was extremely fast in his attacks and had deep internal strength. Even though he had been training hard for several months, he could not gain much benefit. He was originally full of confidence in himself.
Man, a little underestimating the enemy, gradually became serious.
"Uncle Seventh Emperor, Jing will not show mercy to you, come on."
Long Jingkuang is usually a gentle person, not as condensed and Xiao Sha at this moment.
His figure was like a dragon, and the sword energy all over his body was fighting against Long Qijin, preventing Long Qijin from taking a moment to breathe.
Originally Dongfang Lian was worried that Long Jingkuang would suffer a loss, but after observing for a moment, she realized that she had underestimated Long Jingkuang.
Long Jingkuang is not a high-profile person. He usually doesn't show off how high his martial arts is. However, in a real competition, you realize how terrifying this man's martial arts and sword skills are.
Every sword move he makes has a trap, and each move lures people into the trap.
The target was Long Qijin, and he was extremely witty and intelligent, so he was not tempted by Long Jingkuang and fell into that trap.