Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1178 Winner

Ying Baoyue's voice fell.

There was a dead silence and embarrassment on and off the battle stage, and it was as if a needle could be heard falling.

Practitioners who could understand and understand were all stunned, while the audience who couldn't understand were affected by the dignified atmosphere, and dared not vent their anger.

And there is a group of people who are too arrogant and dare not speak out, and the pressure they are facing is even greater.

That was the immortal officials sitting next to Xu Canghai in the viewing pavilion.

The entire viewing pavilion seemed to be shrouded in low air pressure, and all the immortal officials were trembling, watching their noses, noses, noses, and hearts, not even daring to breathe out, or rather, they couldn't get out either.

Xu Canghai just sat there quietly and stared at the stone platform in the distance. There was no joy or anger on his face, but the aura exuding from his body was extremely cold.

If it weren't for the fact that the immortal officials in the pavilion were all of high level, they would have probably fainted under such coercion at this time.

Seeing the uncomfortable look on Zhao Muren's face, Dongfang Yi let out a breath and released all the true energy in her body.

Under the confrontation of Dongfang Yi's true essence, the pressure on the people in the pavilion suddenly eased.

Xu Canghai looked over at Dongfang Yi, restraining the coercion on his body with a frosty face.

"Xu Guoshi, please pay attention to the people around you." Dongfang Yi said lightly, walked to Xu Canghai's side, stared at the direction of the stage, and smiled subtly, "I remember that the tip of Shuanghua's tenth sword is indeed intended to Press down three inches, right?"

The Fourteen Swords of Beihan Pavilion were originally collected from the hands of gods from all over the mainland. Xu Canghai compiled them into Fourteen Swords of Beihan, and they were respected for more than ten years in the Northern Wei Dynasty.But at this moment, Beihan Pavilion, as the authority of northern swordsmanship, was actually pointed out by a junior that the swordsmanship he received was wrong. Dongfang Yi could understand Xu Canghai's feeling of being so angry that he wanted to kill someone.

But Xu Canghai didn't have such eyesight, the real situation was that Xu Bingqing was indeed a little weak when using swordsmanship.

This Dongfang Yi can also understand, after all, who doesn't have a few disciples who don't practice sword seriously?

For young disciples who have just practiced swordsmanship, practicing basic swordsmanship hundreds of times is simply stupid, and it is almost enough. They are eager to learn more advanced and stronger swordsmanship, and besides, three inches are only half a finger It's so long, many young people can't see the difference at all.

Even if they could tell, it was nothing in their eyes to be so short.

Practicing kung fu is almost enough, only if you know as many sword moves as stars, you will have face in the practice world and be praised by everyone.

Dongfang Yi squeezed the space between her eyebrows.

This is the mentality of ordinary young people practicing swords.

It cannot be said that the previous generation is not as good as the previous generation, it can only be said that practitioners who can break through this mentality are special.

For example, his adoptive son, the first time he noticed Li Ji was when he saw him in the corner of the palace, repeating the same sword technique all day long.

As for Xu Canghai's only daughter, although she didn't know how she learned so many sword skills in such a short period of time, anyone with a discerning eye could see that Xu Bingqing knew many sword skills but not perfect, and every move was specious.

They've only learned a little bit.

It's just that there are few discerning people who can see it.

Dongfang Yi circled around the immortal officials with puzzled or unbelieving expressions, showing their astonishment when they saw Xu Bingqing displaying his sword skills. Before, everyone congratulated Xu Canghai for raising a genius daughter.

As a result, those compliments have now turned into sarcasm.

Everything is just as Ying Baoyue said, the original Frost Flower Fourteen Swords Tenth Sword Ten Lihan, the position of the sword tip is indeed three inches lower than what Xu Bingqing showed.

Beihan Pavilion must either admit that the saintess used the wrong sword technique, or admit that there is something wrong with her sword technique.

No matter what kind, Beihan Pavilion's face was slapped heavily.

Xu Canghai's face was ashen in the viewing pavilion, while He Lanchengwen on the stone platform was already dumbfounded.

He is also a swordsman who has studied swordsmanship for more than ten years. In his heart, he does not want to admit that there is something wrong with Beihan Pavilion's swordsmanship, but looking at the long sword in Ying Baoyue's hand, he actually instinctively felt...

She was right.

According to Ying Baoyue's advice, the sword technique actually runs more smoothly.

He Lan Chengwen was speechless.

He has nothing to say.

Looking at the girl who was standing in front of him with a long sword in front of him, his realm was lower than his, he only felt that he was close at hand and far away.

Her realm is completely different from theirs.

She was not imitating at all, but rewriting. Through the moves Xu Bingqing showed, she figured out the method for the movement of her true energy, and used it smoothly.

She seems to be imitating Xu Bingqing's swordsmanship, but her swordsmanship even looks more standard than Xu Bingqing's.

So accurate, it's disappointing.

He Lan Chengwen didn't want to admit it, it seemed that this girl was Xu Bingqing's master, but Xu Bingqing looked like a poor student in front of her.

There was only one last question left for He Lanchengwen.

"You... how do you know how to operate the true essence..."

"Ah, what are you talking about," Ying Baoyue glanced at the burning incense heads on the sidelines, and said lightly, "I guess."

Seeing a new move, she would guess how the true energy of the sword move would flow, and roughly how to exert the greatest pressure, and she had already dealt with these before she came on stage.

Ying Baoyue's heart is like still water.

No matter how brilliant the sword technique is, it is always created by the practitioner.

And as for creating her own swordsmanship...couldn't she know it?
Looking at the calm face of the girl in front of him, He Lan Chengwen's footsteps were a little stagnant.

Guess...

"Although I'm a little sorry, my real energy is limited, so I can't last too long," Ying Baoyue said softly, and walked towards He Lan Chengwen with his sword in hand.

On the high platform, there was a whistling gust of wind.

Under the high platform, Ji Jiashu raised his head amidst the hunting wind, pressed his forehead and stared at the murderous young girl on the platform.

This is no longer a strenuous cross-border killing, but a unilateral suppression.

A sixth-level cultivator suppressing practitioners in the Divine Dance Realm.

In the silent atmosphere, Ji Jiashu could hear the beating of his own heart.

This battle is destined to enter the history of the practice world.

He couldn't take his eyes off it.

This should not be his illusion, but the first time she showed her true strength in front of everyone.

The girl in front of her was so unfamiliar that it made one's heart palpitate.

But this kind of her is probably the real her.

who is she?

He seemed to have known her a long time ago, but it seemed that he had never known her before.

With sword qi flying horizontally, the girl set the final trap for her opponent.

Countless practitioners held their breath, and the teenagers under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree raised their heads in a daze, their necks ached, but they didn't realize it.

In the gust of wind blowing towards the face, there was only a slight clang.

Li Ji, who closed his eyes for the last moment, opened them.

Ji Jiashu stared blankly at the slender figure standing against the wind.

The bell rang.

The battle is over.

There is only one winner.

The examiner's hoarse voice sounded.

"Qianqin, Ying Baoyue!"

She won.

(End of this chapter)