Compared to the scene of the first round when many competitors crowded the starting line, at this moment 20 horses entered the race, each with its own track.

There was only two paths between Mo Xiaobai and Yuan Long, and after the two glanced at each other, Yuan Long quickly put the mask back on.

A quarter of an hour later, the countdown to the second round began.

It's the same 100-mile race, but this time the environment is even harsher.

"Oh~"

With the sound of metal striking, twenty warhorses rushed out at the same time.

Those who can enter the second round of the Ten Nations Championship are all high-class BMWs, and in terms of qualifications, there is no SS, and it should be S level.

In the first ten seconds of sprinting, even Mo Xiaobai only had a lost advantage.

When the regular 100-meter track ended, Mo Xiaobai pulled the reins violently and motioned for Bajie to raise his legs and leap.

At the moment when Bajie leaped by, a horizontal pillar of fire appeared from the right side and quickly moved to the left. The entire pillar of fire is almost a meter high, and if it is not for the width of the cover, it is more appropriate to describe it as a wall of fire.

Bajie jumped first, just avoiding the pillar of fire, but two or three horses behind him were not so lucky, and when they rushed forward, their speed did not decrease, and they failed to adjust their pace and stepped directly into the fire ring.

In just a moment's staggering, there were burns and damage to the hooves, and when the horse hit the ground again, the horse neighed in pain and fell directly to the ground diagonally.

"Number nine, number one, number one, out!"

Compared to the first round, the second round of the tournament was particularly brutal.

Even if you lose in the first round, you will run in vain at most, but now that you are out early, there will only be one possibility. Horses are no longer able to race, and may not even be able to race in the future.

Crossing the pillar of fire, jumping over the glacier.

Or a quagmire or a thunderstorm.

Mo Xiaobai's own essence was completely opened, and he tried his best to find out the vitality traps that ran to the surrounding area in advance, and let Bajie make adjustments in time.

When many of the participating war horses behind him either fell to the ground and neighed or dodged in embarrassment, only Bajie was still advancing by leaps and bounds at a good speed. Vigorous pace, dexterously dodging pitfalls everywhere.

Although Mo Xiaobai helped, horse racing is more than just the horses themselves. The cooperation of one person and one horse, in the eyes of many onlookers, can be described as a violent aesthetic that tends to be perfect.

When the first lap was over, Mo Xiaobai glanced back.

The zebras, who were in the limelight in the first round, will honestly stay in the far side, and the closest to them is the Korean racehorse.

The rider is none other than Yuanlong!

"Fifty meters is not so easy to chase." The corners of his mouth raised slightly, it was not difficult for Mo Xiaobai to guess Yuanlong's mood at the moment, give the other party a chance, he would definitely be able to come up with ten thousand ways to get himself out.

It's just that Yuanlong tried his best, and he could only barely follow behind.

All the way to the race, and soon the second lap was over.

At this time, looking behind him, at least a hundred meters away from Yuanlong.

"It doesn't look like there will be any more opponents in this round."

Sighing softly, Mo Xiaobai was just about to turn his gaze back when he saw Long Yuan's remaining mounts suddenly increase speed. His whole body glowed red, completely ignoring the three thunderballs that fell from mid-air, and he burst into a dash and began to close the distance.

"Huh? Beast duel again? Mo Xiaobai groaned in surprise, that horse had not shown this kind of strength in the first round before.

Although there was a strong opponent behind him, Mo Xiaobai still had no intention of changing his rhythm.

The traps that should be avoided still have to be avoided, and everything goes naturally.

After five minutes, the distance between the two sides was gradually smoothed out.

As soon as he caught up with Mo Xiaobai, Yuan Long did not hide his revenge mentality, and let the war horse under him crash towards Bajie. As long as you stop Bajie for even a second, the thunderball smashed down is very likely to hit Bajie.

But Yuanlong obviously didn't know Bajie's personality, but after Bajie felt the hostility of the horse racing next to him, the Goryeo horse was just about to collide, and Bajie twisted his body first, and his head was directly on the neck of the Goryeo racehorse.

Then the figure twisted, directly pushing the Goryeo war horse to the other side, and at the same time seizing the opponent's runway.

Although the speed inevitably slowed down, the thunderball did not fall on Bajie.

"Beautiful!"

"Come on, Bajie!"

Seeing this scene in the stands, Worm Xia Yun couldn't help but shout, she was sweating for Bajie and Mo Xiaobai just now.

The next event was like a two-player challenge.

Yuanlong and his horse racing continued to use various ways to challenge the first position of the Eight Rings, but the result was failure again and again, until the outbreak of the beast duel was about to end.

Without the blessing of the beast duel, Yuanlong would not be able to rampage through all kinds of pits.

The distance was pulled away again.

Seventy miles

Eighty miles

Ninety miles

Bajie, who has no opponent, looks very complacent in the rest of the schedule. When it entered the final ten-mile long road, more than ninety percent of the audience stood up.

Eight hundred meters

Five hundred meters

Three hundred meters

Fifty meters

"Huh~"

A gust of wind drifted across the finish line, and Bajie was the first to cross the finish line.

Top 10 Tournament, Win!

Explosive cheers rang out in the stands, and although almost all of them were Koreans, it was also exhilarating enough to witness the appearance of a quasi-divine horse.

Even many people will feel that with such a crushing advantage, it is not impossible for Shenma to choose the championship.

When Mo Xiaobai turned over and landed on the ground, leading Bajie slowly towards the scene, Yuan Long, who was in second place, was late and stared at Mo Xiaobai for a long time before turning around and leaving with the war horse to the other side.

The time of the small half-pillar incense passed, and the third place was also released.

Although the zebra of the Wa Kingdom still did not win the first place, the qualification for the top three in the Ten Nations Championship gave it the opportunity to participate in the finals of the Choice of Horses.

With the end of the race of some horses that were able to finish the race, the Goryeo organizers of the Ten Nations Race finally brought the prizes of the Ten Nations Race to the racecourse.

Three trays, each containing a small cloth bag, a silverfish bag, and a ring.

Just looking at the style and shape, Mo Xiaobai can see that these are all space accessories.

"Congratulations, young Earl Han."

When the tray with the ring was sent to Mo Xiaobai, the Goryeo envoy who distributed the gift then spoke: "It is an enviable thing to have a horse with unlimited potential, and this is your reward. ”

"Heh~ I bring Bajie, thank you for your compliment." Mo Xiaobai took the space ring, and there was also a hint of wisdom in his ears.

The final of the Choice of Gods and Horses will be held in early January next year, when he can directly use the teleportation authority in the ring to enter the arena from any teleportation array.

At the same time, it also harvested a thousand people and a set of S-rank 'light' horseshoe.

As for the ring, in addition to the 30,000 gold prize for winning the Ten Nations Competition, there is also an S-rank designated talent card (Yuma Tianhe), and an S-rank horse whip 'Cloud Chasing Whip'.

"The harvest is not bad." Mo Xiaobai accepted the prize of the competition with a smile, and left the arena with Cao Yi.

Although Cao Yi's war horse is unfortunately ranked sixth, he himself is not here for the Ten Nations Race, so he has nothing to regret.

Back at the pavilion, Zhou Hun, who hadn't seen him for a few days, came to Mo Xiaobai. The first thing they said was to thank them, and then they asked, "Now that the Earl has won this time, will you and I go back as soon as possible?" ”

"Go back?"

Mo Xiaobai looked at the Han diplomat playfully, shook his head and said, "In two days, the adults may be busier than these days, and there is no hurry to go back." ”