Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1154 Fire Sword
Ji Qingyuan remembered this sword, it looked ordinary on the outside, but when her sword fire was ignited, it was the most beautiful sword in the world.

There has never been any sword master as beautiful as her sword fire.

This is also the reason why the sword was called Red Lotus in the hands of that girl.

The prosperous red lotus is only open for her.

When Ying Baoyue came back, Ji Qingyuan once asked her about the whereabouts of the Red Lotus Sword, but after being lost for a while, Ying Baoyue looked up at him and smiled, "Sorry, I don't remember."

The saber is half of a practitioner's life, and she has nothing to be sorry for. Losing the sword, nothing is more painful than her.

So far Ji Qingyuan didn't mention the Red Lotus Sword again, so as not to arouse Ying Baoyue's sadness.

But he didn't expect that he would see the suspected red lotus sword appearing in this place, in the hands of another fire mage.

Still with Ying Baoyue present.

"Brother?" Ji Ange sensed something was wrong with his brother, and shook his hand violently, "What's wrong with you?"

Why did the famous sword that passed away appear here?
"No, it's impossible," but Ji Qingyuan seemed to have seen some amazing facts, took a step back, and looked at Ying Baoyue who was looking up at the high platform in the crowd.

Ying Baoyue raised her head and turned her back to him. Ji Qingyuan couldn't see her expression, but at this moment he really realized what it means to be heartbroken.

If that was really the Red Lotus Sword, why didn't it respond to her?
But Ji Qingyuan had a vague understanding in his heart that even if Meng Shi really had the Red Lotus Sword in his hand, he probably wouldn't react to Ying Baoyue.

That was the sword of the fire mage, and it had nothing to do with Ying Baoyue, who could no longer be a fire mage.

"Brother?" Seeing Ji Qingyuan's distraught appearance, Ji Ange was a little scared, but when she heard the screams of the practitioners in the audience, she seemed to understand something.

"Red Lotus Sword, is that my sister's sword?" She tugged on Ji Qingyuan's sleeve.

"If that's really the Red Lotus Sword," Ji Qingyuan calmed down, staring at the fiery long sword in Meng Shi's hand.

Because the sword fire is too eye-catching, the real appearance of the Red Lotus Sword is quite inconspicuous, even if he has touched it at close range, he can't tell the difference between it and other fire swords when it is not burning.

But Ji Qingyuan knew why the practitioners in the audience exclaimed Honglian at this time, because there is a huge difference between the red lotus sword and other fire swords when they burn, that is, the sword fire is extremely grand, and the ordinary sword fire is at most in the sword. The body is covered with a thin layer, about three inches high, but the red lotus sword is like the most abundant petals, and the flames are blooming layer by layer. Ji Qingyuan once witnessed it blooming to the height of half a person in Ying Baoyue's hands.

Although the flame of the long sword that Meng Shi is holding is less than five feet long, it has already exceeded three inches, and it is extremely intense, like the sun reborn.

In the past, the fire magic sword that could reach such a height was only seen by the world in the eyes of the red lotus sword.

"Is that the Red Lotus Sword? Princess Zhaoyang... the sword of Shao Siming?"

"how is this possible?"

"If it is true, how could it be in the hands of the stepson of the Northern Wei Dynasty?"

"Could it be that... the rumor that Shao Siming is still alive in the north is true?"

"There are also rumors in the north that Shao Siming was reincarnated as another practitioner. Can this be believed?"

The practitioners in the audience were talking about it, and Zhao Guang on the stage stared at the sword in Meng Shi's hand, and his heart was also turbulent.

He had also heard the rumors that Lin Baoyue was not dead under the orders of Shao Si.

Otherwise, he would not have allowed Li Ji to pursue him for so many years without giving up.

This rumor spread especially violently in the north, so Li Ji rushed to Beihan Pavilion in the early years, and went deep into the Northern Wei Dynasty for many years to investigate, but he did not find a practitioner similar to Shao Siming.But later they discovered that the time when Li Ji went to Beihan Pavilion coincided with the time when a well-known young fire mage in the Northern Wei Dynasty went south.

That fire magician is Meng Shi.

When Li Ji was in Beihan Pavilion, Meng Shi was learning fire and sword in Jixia Academy in Southern Chu.

The two just missed each other.

Before going to Southern Chu to participate in the first-level ceremony, Li Ji originally rushed to find Shao Siming. When he saw Meng Shi using Shao Siming's swordsmanship during the banquet at Jixia, Zhao Guang suspected On Mengshi.

If it wasn't for the gender mismatch, Meng Shi fit all the characteristics of Shao Siming's reincarnation.

Zhao Guang knew that Li Ji had doubted Meng Shi, but for some reason, as the primary ceremony progressed, Li Ji gradually stopped mentioning the matter of testing Meng Shi. If you don't mention it, he won't mention it.

But Zhao Guang never expected that Meng Shi would actually take out a sword that was as similar to Shao Si Ming's saber in the battle with him.

Zhao Guang finally knew why this man hadn't drawn his sword just now!
The sword in Meng Shi's hand was too piercing, so he wasn't going to draw the sword unless he was forced to a certain extent.

Feeling the oncoming heat wave, Zhao Guang was afraid for a moment, but he gritted his teeth.

"What's the name of your sword?"

Meng Shi looked at him quietly in the flames, "Sorry, I have no comment."

"Really?" Zhao Guang clenched his tongue and screamed, "Then if I beat you, will you tell me obediently?"

The flame flickered, but Meng Shi's gaze was as calm as ice, "Sorry, that's impossible."

What is impossible?

The wind and the fire converged, and even through the thick formation, the people in the audience felt their faces were burned. How much temperature had the formation reached?
"Meng Shi!" Zhao Guang shouted, and rushed towards Meng Shi, but there were still ten sharp blades around him.

"Wind blade!" Chen Zihan from the audience screamed, "When did His Royal Highness master the wind blade!?"

This is the ultimate move of the wind master, and it is also the most difficult swordsmanship to practice. It stands to reason that it can only be practiced at the fourth rank. Zhao Guang can control the wind blade at the sixth rank?

Although such a move is powerful, it consumes too much for the practitioner!

Beads of sweat dripped from Zhao Guang's chin, but he could clearly see that Meng Shi's chin was also sweating, and his breath was unstable. Sure enough, Meng Shi could not completely withstand the pressure of the fourth rank. this person……

click.

A drop of crystal sweat dripped on the ground and was evaporated by the high temperature.

Zhao Guang looked at the scene in front of the fire, and opened his eyes wide.

Meng Shi seemed not afraid of death at all, turning a blind eye to the wind blade cutting his throat, and raised the long sword in his hand.

Her slender figure merged with the flame, as if melting into it.

"The moment I draw my sword, I have no chance of losing."

Meng Shi spoke softly.

"Fire trees and silver flowers."

Several sword lights lit up in the sky, as brilliant as fireworks.

All wind blades were cut off.

(End of this chapter)