Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1172 Cut off
The humble fire sword.

Staring at the sword fire rising from Tuoba Xun's sword, Ji Jiashu dodged to avoid it.

Chi Chi several times.

Ji Jiashu's sleeves were brushed by fireflies, and his arms were stained red with blood.

"Jiashu!"

Under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, Chen Zichu and others screamed. The fireflies on the stage are beautiful, but hundreds of fireflies, every single one of them will cause such great damage, it is creepy to think about it.

Ji Jiashu had already used the third sword of the Spring Thunder Sword, Gu Yu, to shoot down dozens of fireflies, and more and more fireflies rushed towards him, scratches were inevitable, but each firefly would cause more than just scrape.

"These fireflies are too evil!"

Chen Zichu took a breath, the conversation between the Chinese teachers and the immortal officials in the watching pavilion had been spread, and many people around knew that the sword technique Tuoba Xun used was Da Siming's sword technique Xuechuang Yinghuo, but for For these teenagers who grew up in the post-Da Siming era, this strength is really strange.

"Is the six swords after the fire technique so powerful?" Jiang Yuanyuan sighed, "Why should such a sword technique be banned?"

Ying Baoyue didn't pay much attention to this matter.

"Even if it is not prohibited, there are not many who can learn it," she said with a nonchalant smile, "There is no one in Jixia Academy who can teach the six swords."

Rather than being questioned by curious disciples, those old gentlemen might as well just ban the six swords directly, which could save some face.

"Is that so?" Jiang Yuanyuan was stunned, and felt a little guilty the next moment.

He suddenly seemed to understand what the old scholars of Jixia Academy were thinking...

"Then why does Tuoba Xun know this sword technique?" Jiang Yuanyuan frowned and asked, "Jixia Academy can't teach it, so can Beihan Pavilion teach it?"

Ying Baoyue was startled, and the next moment she slowly touched her forehead.

"It should be... someone other than Xu Canghai taught him."

Someone on the stone platform is also asking this question.

After another round of fighting, Ji Jiashu stood on the stone platform panting slightly, sweat dripped from the corners of his forehead, but his brows and eyes remained calm. He stared at Tuoba Xun who was standing quietly opposite and asked coldly.

"Why do you know this kind of fire sword?"

"What? Do you think I betrayed Beihan Pavilion?" Tuoba Xun's smile was quiet, but upon closer inspection his face was also a little pale, and this paleness had gradually spread to his lips.

Although he pushed Ji Jiashu to a desperate situation, Xuechuang Yinghuo consumed too much practitioners.The sword fire on the long sword in his hand was burning, and because of the sharp reduction of true energy inside, it was also burning inside.

This is indeed not a sword technique that ordinary people can use.

Tuoba Xun smiled bitterly in his heart.

Because he is blind and needs to use his true energy to explore the way, Tuoba Xun already has a lot more true energy stored in his body than ordinary practitioners. Even so, it is so hard for him to use this trick, which makes him unable to help but imagine that, back then, How powerful is the commander in chief.

The rumors that all the sons of the gods in their heyday could not defeat her were true.

"It's impossible for you to betray Beihan Pavilion," Ji Jiashu looked at the blind boy in front of him, and said with complicated emotions.

At least it was impossible before Tuoba Xun became the Son of God, just like he couldn't get rid of his father's control before becoming the Son of God.

"That's right," Tuoba Xun smiled slightly, "I learned this sword technique before entering the Beihan Pavilion, and it has been more than ten years ago."

a decade ago?

Ji Jiashu was stunned, Tuoba Xun was probably only four or five years old at the time.

But Da Siming was still alive at that time, could it be that the legendary Da Si Ming taught him this sword technique himself?

"I didn't know that Princess Zhaoyang actually had a brother," Ji Jiashu said tentatively.

"Brother?" Tuoba Xun smiled, "I'm not one of them."

He is not even considered an outer disciple.

But Ji Jiashu was right about one thing, Shao Si Ming did have a senior brother, but because he was so insignificant, now that more than ten years have passed, he won't even be mentioned?
Tuoba Xun mourned for the nameless uncle, clenched the long sword in his hand, and felt that warm breath in his heart.

He couldn't see with his eyes, but every time that breath came, he knew it was the girl who bent down to him.

Obviously he couldn't see, she didn't have to do that, but every time she saw him, she would bend down and look into his eyes.

"You want to learn my sword skills?"

She rescued him from the Great Wall and taught him how to practice, but before he could hold his sword tightly, he ran to the barracks to find her on short legs, and said boldly that he wanted to learn her sword skills.

Now that I think about it, it was kind of her not to throw him out.

But he didn't expect that after hearing his request, the girl actually thought carefully.

"My swordsmanship may not be suitable for you, but if you can always sharpen your true energy, I can teach you another move, which is more suitable for you, but I am afraid it will take a long time to master .”

At that time, he nodded happily, but he didn't expect that such a long time would pass by 12 years.

He finally learned, but the man could no longer see.

Even if she sees it now, can she remember that she taught him?

Is the snow window firefly?
Ji Jiashu was bleeding all over, and the blood beads flowed onto the hilt of the sword. It was wet, and his eyes became clearer because of the pain.

"It's the first time I've seen Mr. Chunhua in such a mess!"

"Mr. Chunhua is not going to lose, is he?"

In the blink of an eye, Ji Jiashu and Tuoba Xun had completed ten moves, and the situation on the stage was bloody and complicated, and Tuoba Xun's swordsmanship became more and more perfect, and those fireflies became brighter and brighter, almost pervasive.

Listening to the discussions of the people around, the boys from Nanchu under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree looked anxious. Chen Zichu forgot the etiquette and grabbed Ying Baoyue's arm, "What should I do? Jiashu won't lose, right?"

Ji Jiashu already had more than a dozen scars on his body, but Tuoba Xun was still unscathed, only his face turned pale.

"If this trick is really mastered, it should be very difficult for Jiashu to win." Ying Baoyue said.

Chen Zichu had a glimmer of hope at first, but he didn't expect that even Ying Baoyue would say that.

"That……"

"But I haven't practiced well yet," Li Ji's voice came quietly from the front, "It's a pity."

pity?What a pity?Does Ji Jiashu have a chance of winning?

Chen Zichu looked puzzled, but Ying Baoyue clenched his fingers slightly under the sleeves.Tuoba Xun's battle experience is not as rich as her master's, and his vision is also limited, so he can't exert the full power of this move.

If she is still alive and remembers her master's sword skills, she can help Tuoba Xun correct some problems in his cultivation.

But Tuoba Xun only relied on his own groping, and it was quite terrifying to get to this step.

"But even if you don't practice well, Chunhua has no advantage." Li Ji said quietly, looking at the two confronting each other on the stage.

The probability of the two winning is between equals.

Tuoba Xun's true energy was almost consumed to the limit, and Ji Jiashu's blood was also flowing to the limit.

Only the last sword is left.

With a click, the swords of the two people on the stage intersected, and blood beads and fireflies scattered in all directions.

With a snap, a piece of broken sword fell on the stone platform.

The people in the audience were stunned.

"Whose sword is broken?"

(End of this chapter)