Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1141 The Strong

Chunyuye's aura was extremely chaotic, and the common people in the audience were also commotions, but in the world of high-level practitioners, the battle stage was extremely quiet.

The snow fell silently.

Loudly!
Chun Yuye frantically brandished his long knife and rushed towards Li Ji. In an instant, the two swords collided hundreds of times!
If the previous battle between the two was too slow, this time it was too fast, so fast that the air was torn by the blade, so fast that everyone couldn't see it.

Chunyuye slashed wildly, and the aura that permeated his body was extremely terrifying. Many people focused their attention on him, thinking that he was about to start a counterattack.

"Has the situation reversed?"

"Whether it is King Zhai of Xirong, Guihuajun is Guihuajun, it will be a hard battle after all!"

Among the crowd who were discussing a lot, Ji Jiashu let out a breath slowly.

Are you struggling?
"Chunhua?" Chen Zichu, who was worried about the battle on the stage, was a little surprised by his reaction. Ji Jiashu looked up at the stage and said softly, "He didn't take a step back."

Chen Zichu was taken aback, Ying Baoyue's eyes narrowed slightly, she knew that Ji Jiashu had also found out.

Chunyuye's attack looked terrible at first glance, and Li Ji seemed to have only time to parry, but as long as he focused all his attention on Li Ji, he could discover a terrible fact.

Li Ji did not retreat a step.

After receiving more than 100 strokes, he did not retreat a single step.

This proved that he caught Chunyuye's wolf knife only with the sword in his hand.

"This... is this the water magic sword?" Du Siqi, who was close to them, also noticed this scene, his face was pale, knowing how difficult it is to connect a sword with a sword without relying on the strength of his legs, even he was able to remove it before. Most of the opponent's swordsmanship can't do it.

Among the four schools of wind, fire, water and thunder, at most only Leifa sword has such explosive power, but the man in Tsing Yi on the stage is a water magician!

"He is not an ordinary water mage."

Ji Jiashu took a deep breath, quietly watching the man in green.

He finally understood why the King of Soochow and the National Master of Soochow would let him be the ceremony official of the Great Court Meeting, holding the Juque Sword in his hand.

Now that the water mages are dying, the man on the stage is the water mage with the highest sword skills in the world.

At the same time, Ji Jiashu also understood why Soochow would not let Li Ji move his sword easily.

His swordsmanship and realm are too special.

The sound of swords colliding on the stage was still ringing, Chun Yuye's eyes were red as if they were about to bleed, but Li Ji's aura didn't change at all, like the absolutely quiet water surface, no one could leave ripples on his surface .

Colliding, bouncing, buzzing, he didn't seem to move, but the long sword in his hand reached any position with precision, and he could backhand the enemy even from behind.

He didn't seem to be moving, but in fact the real energy in his body was operating faster than anyone else. His sword moves seemed to be flawless, but he adjusted every detail to the extreme. Ji Jiashu found that several of Li Ji's moves were actually just right. It hit Chunyu Ye's knife tip.

This kind of swordsmanship...he had seen it before.

The elusive angle, exquisite and meticulous traps, one-step foreknowledge, and a flesh-and-blood understanding of swordsmanship.

Ji Jiashu stared fixedly at the man on the stage, then slowly turned his head to look at the girl beside him.

Ying Baoyue focused on Li Ji on the stage, but Ji Jiashu's eyes fell on her and Xu Yishan.

Xu Yishan noticed his gaze, and showed a wry smile on his forehead as if he knew what he was thinking.

Ji Jiashu withdrew his gaze, looked up at Li Ji on the stage again, with complicated and unspeakable emotions in his heart.

That's right, from the very beginning in Nanchu, he discovered that Ying Baoyue's water magic sword was different from Xu Yishan's.

She has been different from people since her realm was still low.

Ying Baoyue's swordsmanship has unimaginable control. It looks like a sword, but in fact she has prepared many swords, and she can even induce the opponent to the sword she expected.

Just like water embraces everything, she includes the entire arena in her world.

Ji Jiashu watched Li Ji's figure.

This style of play, he has seen.

But Ji Jiashu didn't expect that he would see this kind of chest-grooving style of play again in another person.

Unlike Ying Baoyue, Li Ji's true energy is more abundant, and the world he created is deeper and more terrifying.

Ji Jiashu seemed to have seen the realm Ying Baoyue would reach if she rose to a high level.

No, maybe the same, maybe not the same.

Ji Jiashu stared fixedly at Li Ji, whose breath was not disturbed on the stage. In his swordsmanship, there were qualities that only he had and others did not.

Li Ji's swordsmanship does not have that genius-like aura, the color is light, like the water flowing down from the mountain stream day after day.

Monotonous, unadorned, quiet, steady, dripping through stone.

There is no front in the avenue, only persistence.

Ji Jiashu stared blankly at the man on the stage, Ying Baoyue also stared at the sword in Li Ji's hand, and looked at his sword. Everyone had only one thought in their hearts.

That is, how many times has he practiced these sword moves?

Li Ji's sword has no fancy moves, no tricky tricks, and some only have the tranquility achieved through thousands of repetitions.

The sword moves seemed to be fused into every drop of his blood and every strand of his flesh. Standing on the high platform, his heart was as calm as water, and he was able to do a job with ease.

After such a sword move, how much effort did he put in, how many years of watching?
Ji Jiashu closed his eyes, and suddenly remembered what his father said the only time he talked about Lord Zhaohua of the Eastern Wu Dynasty.

At that time, he reported to his father that the Sixth Prince of the Warring States Period of the Eastern Wu Dynasty was Dongfang Yi's adopted son. The father who had just returned from retreat frowned and glanced at the King Yue Sword in his hand, and said lightly, "It turns out that the last time I interrupted the meridians of the whole body, I haven't heard of it." dead?"

Hearing this, he was horrified and couldn't help asking his father what kind of person that Mr. Zhao Hua was.

His father just glanced at him quietly, "Not a genius, but if you meet him, don't fight him to the death."

When she first knew that Li Ji was Zhaohua, Ji Jiashu was surprised, because Li Ji looked too quiet, not like the kind of sharp-edged figure who would fight bloody with his father.

But then he understood why his father wanted him to avoid fighting this man.

Li Ji is indeed not a genius, the most terrifying thing about this person is not his realm or even his sword moves.

"Why... can you stay still..." Chen Zichu's murmured voice came from Ji Jiashu's ear. He looked at Chen Zichu who was staring at Li Ji in a daze, and understood that this environment-sensitive vigilante had been pulled into him by Li Ji. The immobility in Chen Zichu's words does not only refer to Li Ji's body being motionless.

The eight directions do not move, and the water waves do not move.

The scariest thing about Mr. Zhaohua of Soochow Wu is that...

Ji Jiashu raised his head and watched Li Ji quietly raise his sword towards Chunyuye who had completely lost his mind.

This calmness is scary.

What impressed Ji Jiashu the most was Li Ji's quiet and self-sufficient attitude that was calm and relaxed even before the landslide.

Like everything in this world, nothing can shake his heart.

"Sister, can I just chop it down like this?"

Countless people in the audience stared at him, but Li Ji just looked at the sword in his hand, and the dense forest swayed in his dark eyes.

No one knows, no matter where he fights with whomever, he will return to the same place.

In the cloud-shrouded forest, he saw a little boy holding up a wooden sword under a tree, and a tall woman stood beside him with her hands behind her back, her fingertips brushed over his sword, and her voice sounded like The clear spring nourished his heart, made him no longer afraid, and had no distractions.

"Aji's angle was found very well, just chop like this, remember, don't think about anything when you make the last sword strike."

Ok.

Li Ji smiled slightly, and swung his last sword.

With sword light and flint, the underwater world shatters.

(End of this chapter)