Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1156 Cruel
Ying Baoyue looked away, "It's nothing."

Meng Shi.

Meng poetry.

Ying Baoyue recalled the scene when she saw the girl in the lake under the moonlight, as well as the scars on the girl's body in a glimpse.

Who is she?
Why does she have such sword skills?
Why does she have such a sword?
What is the name of that sword?
Ying Baoyue took a deep breath, looked at the lines on her palm, and clenched her left wrist tightly.

Since she was reborn, she hadn't done this movement for a long time, but she couldn't control herself at this time.

She hadn't thought of the coffin that imprisoned her for a long time.

She couldn't remember anything.

Ying Baoyue closed her eyes, opened them, and her expression has returned to clarity.

"Is your injury okay?" She bandaged Zhao Guang's wound without changing her expression.

"Fortunately," Zhao Guang hissed, "If I hadn't wrapped my whole body with true essence, I would have been burned to charcoal by now."

This also made it impossible for him to use all his true energy on the sword.

But even so, he used the method of pressing the bottom of the box with those few wind blades, but he didn't expect that they were all cut off by Meng Shi's sword.

Zhao Guang raised his head, his eyes were a little dazed.

His strongest method was cut off just like that. Is such a fire magician really a person?
Li Ji sensed something was wrong with him, and took a look at him, "You lost this time, not because of your true energy."

"I know," Zhao Guang lowered his head slightly, "Meng Shi's sword is too wicked."

The sword he held was given to him by Zhao Muren, and it is not ordinary, but Meng Shi's long sword is too terrifying. The last time he saw such a terrifying sword, Zhao Guang saw it in Nanchu. When the Yue King Goujian sword belonged to Ji Mo.

Li Ji shook his head when he heard the words, "It's not because of the sword."

Zhao Guang was stunned, but the next moment his ears felt hot, and he lowered his head, "Second brother, I know."

The ultimate reason is that he is not as skilled as others.

Meng Shi only used one sword in total, and that sword was still a very common fire sword move. He didn't even use the fire law forbidden sword he used in Southern Chu before, but it was that sword, the realm was extremely harmonious, The sword intent is impeccable.

Just like Li Ji.

Zhao Guang raised his head and looked at Li Ji with lingering fear.

Li Ji also used the water sword in the previous battle, which is the most basic water sword, but it is such an ordinary sword, but it becomes different in his hands.

Avenue to Jane.

Thousands of times of tempering turned the simplest sword into a perfect killing technique.

But Zhao Guang had seen Li Ji practicing swordsmanship, and knew how foolishly Li Ji practiced swordsmanship, just like a fool.

Zhao Guang raised his head and looked at Meng Shi who was walking in a different direction, feeling a little breathless in his chest.

He didn't expect that there is still one fool in this world.

He was not only inferior in skills, but also lost to the opponent's blood and obsession.

Meng Shi stopped the Northern Wei practitioners who wanted to help her on the stage, and walked down the stage step by step alone.

Zhao Guang knew very well that Meng Shi's injuries were no less severe than his, but the thin practitioner behaved no differently from when he came, and his eyes were still as calm as ice.

That indifference, as if he didn't dare to be interested in world affairs, Zhao Guang felt a little familiar when he looked at it, he didn't look like a fire magician, but like a king in the ice and snow world.

Ying Baoyue also looked up at Meng Shi's back.

Tick, tick.

Meng Shi walked down the high platform step by step, there were drops of blood flowing from her sleeves, dripping down at her feet, but the girl remained indifferent, as if she didn't feel the pain at all, just walked forward alone.

Bleeding all the way, she didn't look back.

Seeing the bloody footprints on the stone platform, everyone's expressions changed.

Meng Shi had already sheathed her sword, but she was like a long sword drawn out of its sheath, sharp, cold and reckless.

The previous battle with Zhao Guang on the high platform was also the same. With Zhao Guang's strength, he would not have lost so quickly, but Meng Shi, as a high-ranking person in the realm, directly adopted a reckless style of play, as if he had no real energy at all. Willing to waste, with that determination, even the berserk Zhao Guang can only be defeated.

This decision is not unusual.

"What's the matter with Meng Shi?" Chen Zichu felt terrified when he saw this scene, and asked in a voice, "Does he not want to die?"

Ying Baoyue stared blankly, but suddenly remembered what Meng Shi had said to her at the wrestling ring.

"Your Highness, have you ever seen Epiphyllum?"

epiphyllum.

Ying Baoyue's heart skipped a beat.

Before withering, bloom the most beautiful flowers.

she……

"Whether you want to die or not, the last round is so cruel," Ji Jiashu walked to Ying Baoyue's side, "We are all practitioners, and we are not qualified to retreat."

That's right.

Ying Baoyue stood beside the stone platform, smelling the bloody smell that gradually became thicker, her eyes were as calm as an abyss.

We have come here, and no one can turn back.

The battle between Meng Shi and Zhao Guang seemed to ignite the blood in the practitioner's heart, and the next battle became more intense. When the bell rang at noon, there were only 64 places left in the entire forest. By.

The second and third rounds are over.

The number of people in the battle has been reduced to less than a hundred people.

……

……

"Ash, drink some water."

The sun was rising, and when the time reached noon, the bloody practitioners finally got a little rest.Mo Hua unscrewed the bamboo tube in his hand, handed it to his side and leaned against the tree trunk, and was wrapping Meng Shi's hand.

"Thank you." Meng Shi took the bamboo tube and drank the spring water inside in one gulp. She drank very urgently, and some water overflowed and flowed down her slender neck, and flowed into her dark red chest.

Mo Hua stared fixedly at her silhouette, "Drink slowly, there are still things."

"Well," Meng Shi nodded, looking like she wanted to smile, but her face was too tense before, and it seemed that it was difficult to make such an expression.

Mo Hua was used to her appearance of being as cold as ice once she started a real sword battle, so she just took the empty bamboo tube and quietly tidied up the medicine box under her hand.

"Today is the last round left."

"Well," Meng Shi nodded, but he couldn't help looking at an osmanthus tree not far away. The group of teenagers and girls over there were eating snacks around the tree. The steamer, adding a touch of warmth to her heart that seemed to turn cold once she started fighting.

Her younger sister was also dragged by Li Jinniang to join them. Meng Ge seemed to want to call her over, but Meng Shi glanced at Zhao Guang who was sitting under the tree and thought that they should not want to see her, so he refused.

Meng Shi quietly clenched the sword hilt at her waist, she was no longer fit to enter among them.

Seeing the smiling younger sister standing next to Ji Ange and Li Jinniang, Meng Shi's eyes showed a hint of relief. What she couldn't enjoy, at least hoped that her younger sister could get it.

"what!"

However, at this moment, a scream suddenly came from under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree.

This is Meng Ge's voice.

"What's wrong?" Meng Shi stood up abruptly, only to find that his sister looked at her side with a pale face.

Ji Ange, who had been well by Meng Ge's side, suddenly passed out on the ground.

　At the end of each volume, it is the time when all kinds of dark lines are gathered.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)