Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1173 Deity
Ji Jiashu and Tuoba Xun stood side by side, the autumn wind blew over their faces, their faces were covered with wet hair, Ji Jiashu was covered with blood, and Tuoba Xun was covered with sweat.

On the high platform, it was quiet.

Tuoba Xun slowly stretched out his other hand, touching the stubble of the broken sword.

He looked calm, with countless emotions hidden under the surface of the water, and he spoke softly.

"So it still doesn't work?"

"Do not."

Ji Jiashu stood beside him, panting slightly.

"Just a little bit."

He spoke honestly.

At that last moment, if he hadn't caught the rhythm of Tuoba Xun's breathing, and found a flaw in Tuoba Xun by relying on the memories his father tempered him in childhood, the fragment of the sword would not have fallen to the ground but stuck into his chest. Chest up.

Ji Jiashu had to admit that Tuoba Xun and his abilities were indeed just in between.

If he fights again, he doesn't know if he will definitely be able to defeat this senior brother of Beihan Pavilion.

Sure enough, after reaching the Divine Dance Realm, even victory in battles between the same realms is barely achievable, let alone cross-border killings.At least if he faced Li Ji, Ji Jiashu felt that he had no chance of winning now.

This is the cruelty of the middle-level ceremony.

It is indeed a thousand times more difficult to become the leader of the middle-level ceremony than the elementary ceremony.

His father was right.

There are people beyond people, and mountains beyond mountains.

Ji Jiashu turned his face to the side and stared at the opponent who had tied Bai Ling's eyes, with a hint of respect in his eyes.

Tuoba Xun is both blind but can share the same level with him. If he has eyesight like ordinary practitioners, I don't know what kind of realm he can reach.

"Are you wondering if I can see it, will it be stronger?" Tuoba Xun put the broken sword behind his back, and said lightly.

Ji Jiashu, who was caught in the middle of his thoughts, was taken aback for a moment, and laughed heartily, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend, but..."

"I know," Tuoba Xun naturally knew that Ji Jiashu had no malicious intentions, and in Beihan Pavilion, his juniors often lamented about it after being defeated by him, but in fact it was not the case.

"If I hadn't been blind in both eyes, I wouldn't be who I am now." Tuoba Xun rubbed his eyes and said softly.

He may become a mediocre Tuoba family child, living a mediocre but ordinary life, never knowing that there is another world in this world.

I can't meet that person either.

Although it was his dream to recover his eyesight, and he wanted to see her with his own eyes even in his dreams, but this is the way things are in the world, and losing is also gaining.

Ji Jiashu put away the smile on his face, and looked at Tuoba Xun's face seriously, "You are very powerful."

"You too," Tuoba Xun said indifferently, it is not a pleasant thing to be praised by such a peerless genius, but Ji Jiashu has this kind of sincerity that is acceptable.

Recalling the sword that was severed at the last moment, Tuoba Xun took a deep breath.

"How did you know that I would swing the sword at that time and position?"

Ji Jiashu froze for a moment, then said calmly, "I guess."

He also didn't know why, after Tuoba Xun used the Snow Window Firefly, he suddenly felt a sense of familiarity from Tuoba Xun. Instead, he calmed down in the face of life and death, and forced himself to feel Tuoba Xun quietly. breath.

After that, even Ji Jiashu felt unbelievable, a person appeared in his mind, and the night he spent with her.

He actually thought of Ying Baoyue during the battle.

Ji Jiashu's ears were a little hot, but his eyes became serious, and he remembered the night when he and Ying Baoyue were in the same room.

He leaned against the head of the bed and listened to her breathing all night.

And at the moment when this memory came alive, he caught the rhythm of Tuoba's breathing, and associated with the lessons his father taught him, and instantly understood the timing of the sword.

"You are really a genius," Tuoba Xun sighed helplessly after hearing Ji Jiashu's vague explanation.

Although Ji Jiashu didn't say it clearly, he said that he had encountered similar breathing, and his father had also trained him when he was a child, so Tuoba Xun almost understood it when he heard this.

If he guessed correctly, Ji Mo raised his son in the direction of defeating Shao Siming when he was young...

Ji Mo was cultivating an enemy of Shao Siming, but in the end the son he cultivated had a marriage contract with Shao Siming.

what……

Tuoba Xun understood.

At the same time dumbfounding.

No wonder Nanchu Jimo wanted to kill Ying Baoyue when she was leaving the customs, and forced Ji Jiashu to fight Ying Baoyue.

Any old father who has planned for more than ten years should be pissed off when he encounters such a blunder.

No wonder Ji Jiashu would respond to Shao Siming's pulse swordsmanship. As for the rhythm of breathing, Ji Jiashu was always in the closest position to Ying Baoyue, so it was normal to feel something.

But being able to think of it at that moment and quickly put it into actual combat is not something that ordinary people can do.

I have to admit that Ji Jiashu is indeed a rare genius.

It's normal for him to lose.

After all, he is not a disciple of the genuine Da Si Ming Department.

"The battle is over!"

"Nan Chu Ji Jia Shu wins!"

The bell rang for the end of the battle, and the practitioners of Nanchu were stunned for a moment in the audience, and then cheered.

The practitioners of the Northern Wei Dynasty all had serious expressions in the audience, and Xu Bingqing looked at Tuoba Xun with even more disdain.

"Congratulations." Tuoba Xun patted Ji Jiashu's shoulder.

After winning this round, Ji Jiashu has officially advanced to the top 32, and he has already lost on the first day of the middle-level competition, so everything ends here.

"Well," Ji Jiashu nodded, feeling the unkindness of the Northern Wei practitioners towards Tuoba Xun, and his expression was a bit complicated, "You..."

"Don't worry about me," Tuoba Xun suddenly seemed to stagger a step, Ji Jiashu was startled and suddenly supported him, but at this moment Tuoba Xun's breath brushed his ears, "Be careful with Meng Shi .”

Tuoba Xun's voice was very soft, but Ji Jiashu felt goosebumps all over his body.

"What did you say?"

"That's all I can say, you can think about the rest yourself," Tuoba Xun stood up straight, waved to Ji Jiashu, and walked down the stone platform without looking back.

He has already gone out of line when he said this sentence, and deviated from the standpoint of the people of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

Tuoba Xun walked down the high platform step by step, he was only half a disciple of the First Commander, he just blindly imitated Shao Commander's swordsmanship, losing to Ji Jiashu was justified.

But what if Ji Jiashu met the deity?

However, Tuoba Xun was not worried about Ji Jiashu either.

He raised his head slightly, sniffing the scent of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, he knew that the girl was standing under that tree.

If he guessed correctly, Meng Shi would become a major obstacle for Ying Baoyue in the intermediate ceremony.

Can she defeat her past self?
……

……

The aftermath of Ji Jiashu's victory was still reverberating in the air, but the examiners were already drawing new lots.

The battle of the middle-level ceremony will not stop, the battle of the top 32 will continue like this, and the joy of the southern practitioners because of Ji Jiashu's victory will continue to fade as the battle progresses.

As if seeking revenge for Tuoba, the Beihan Pavilion disciples won one after another in the ensuing battles.

At the same time, the victories of Hou Liao and Xirong are also increasing.

Until the No.12 field, a name was called again.

"I knew that Ji Jiashu could win, but I didn't expect that only he could win..." The voices of Chen Zichu and others who were discussing under the tree suddenly stopped.

"Qianqin, Ying Baoyue!"

The examiner's voice echoed in the forest, and the teenagers suddenly raised their heads.

Ying Baoyue straightened her clothes.

"It's my turn."

She spoke calmly.

(End of this chapter)