Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1201 Burning Kill
Things are always unexpected.

After Meng Shi's name was announced, the practitioners and common people in the audience fell silent, and the teenagers under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree also froze.

The first round of the semi-finals of the Intermediate Ceremony.

Meng Shi confronted Ji Jiashu.

Practitioners who can enter the quarterfinals are special, but these two are even more special.

Ji Jiashu was the leader of the last preliminary ceremony, and Meng Shi would have been the most promising candidate for the leader of this preliminary ceremony if the former Qin princess hadn't stepped in.

And now, the two met.

Compared to the shock of the people around, Ji Jiashu was the calmest under the osmanthus tree. The handsome young man's face was as serene as water, which made him look like a water mage rather than a thunder mage.

"Why do you have this expression?" Ji Jiashu patted Chen Zichu on the shoulder, "Sooner or later, we will meet each other."

He agrees with Ying Baoyue's statement that if the highest position is the goal, it will be the same for anyone he meets.

It's just that Meng Shi's murderous aura in this mid-level ceremony is really unusual, and it's inevitable that Chen Zichu and the others will feel scared when they see it.

But what Ji Jiashu didn't expect was that when Meng Shi's name was read together with his name, Ying Baoyue's hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

This is the first time she has had such a reaction since the Intermediate Ceremony was held.

No matter how strong an opponent she drew herself, she never wavered in the slightest.

Looking at her, Ji Jiashu smiled slightly in his heart.

But thinking of the scene he saw in the forest before, his heart clenched again.

He turned around, looked at Ying Baoyue, and said quietly, "Then I'll go."

Ying Baoyue stared at the tall and straight young man in front of her, opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Meng Shi broke through to the fourth rank two days ago, which is higher than Ji Jiashu's realm, but Ji Jiashu is a leader in the Divine Dance Realm, and has the ability to reach the fourth rank. No one can determine the outcome of this battle.

But it was this kind of battle that was terrifying.

Except for the battle against Tuoba Xun, Ji Jiashu has not been injured in the battle so far, and unlike Li Ji, he will save some face for the opponent when he is easy to handle. He has a good reputation among practitioners, and many practitioners call him Chunqiu Your son, the battles with him are always up to the point. Ji Jiashu usually doesn't use too bloody moves, and wins gracefully and maturely. His battles have always been pleasing to the eye.

In a sense, Ji Jiashu's battle is like a textbook model of sword fighting for practitioners.

Battles between practitioners, especially high-level practitioners, are rarely bloody.

They have all reached such a state, who is strong and who is weak, everyone knows it well after three moves against the sword, and the shopping has failed.

It is precisely because of this that high-level practitioners are afraid of the blood and wildness displayed by Meng Shi.

A short exclamation sounded in his ears, Ying Baoyue raised his head and found that Meng Shi had already stepped onto the high platform.

After hearing her name being called, she didn't even hesitate, she turned around and walked onto the battle stage, facing the head of the six princes of the Warring States Period, there was no fear on her face.

Mo Hua stood behind him, Ying Baoyue could see worry in his eyes from a distance, but Meng Shi was quite calm.

There were still bandages on her arms and legs, and the blood-stained cloth bands fluttered slightly in the autumn wind, but she didn't realize it.

There is a strange aura about her that makes her look unstoppable today.

Gods block and kill gods and Buddhas block and kill Buddhas, this is how this woman feels today.

This breath is scary, but what is even more terrifying is that no one knows where Meng Shi's source of power comes from.

Those with bare feet are not afraid of those who wear shoes. Meng Shi's background is a mystery, and he has almost walked barefoot until now.

The most disturbing thing in this world is having nothing.

Meng Shi has nothing but a younger sister and a legendary master.

From the beginning of the middle-level ceremony, all major intelligence lines began to frantically search for news about this practitioner, but no matter how they investigated, there was only one conclusion.

Meng Shi has no parents and no family.

She was not born in any great family, and she didn't even have any experience of being adopted.

In a world where practitioners rely on their clans to live, she is simply a complete outlier.

No one knows why such a person wants to become a cultivator, and what they are fighting for. Generally, apart from the family, what other things are worth the practitioner's life to get?

It's scary because it's mysterious.

Ying Baoyue knew about Meng Shi's identity as a woman. If this truth were made public, it would shock the world even more.

Meng Shi is not Meng Shi, she is Meng Shi.

She was originally a weak and slender girl like Meng Ge, but she hid her identity as a woman, went through hardships, and embarked on another road of no return.

She chose a completely different life from her sister Meng Ge, and chose to stand on stage as the stepson of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

What exactly does this girl named Meng Shi want?
Watching Ji Jiashu slowly walk up to the high platform, Meng Shi slowly drew out the long sword at his waist, the long sword was dazzling, like a scorching sun under the sunlight.

This sword is like the girl's life.

She hid herself in the scabbard and kept polishing it, just for the last moment of blooming.

But, who is her sword born for?
Ying Baoyue didn't know.

She just knows.

At this very moment, the sword will be pointed at Ji Jiashu.

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The first battle of the semi-finals of the mid-level ceremony in the Seventh Year of the Warring States Period.

The best of Southern practitioners meets the uncrowned king of Northern Wei practitioners.

Everyone in the audience could have predicted that this battle would be fierce. Even if it wasn't for the draw of lots, the candidates for this battle could be compared to the final battle. Not only Ji Jiashu but also Meng Shi are qualified to advance to the final battle.

Southern Chu and Northern Wei have now become the two largest forces in the practice world, and among the two practitioners from Southern Chu and Northern Wei that entered the top eight, Ji Jiashu and Meng Shi are well-deserved leaders.

But these two leaders met early in the semi-finals.

Practitioners like Ji Jiashu and Meng Shi must have had some reservations in the previous battles, and they would not show their cards until the last ten.
People kept their eyes wide open, watching this pinnacle battle nervously. Everyone was waiting to see the collision of the world's top swordsmanship, eager to see the master duel among the best among young people, and cherished each other.

The game bell rang.

Everyone held their breath, but the next moment, the breath stuck in their chests.

The moment the bell rang and blood sprayed, everyone stayed in the audience.

The rapidly splashing blood beads pierced through the formation and brushed against the side face of the boy standing under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree.

"Hey?"

Chen Zichu stood under the tree blankly, stretched out his hand to touch the moisture on his cheek, and stared at the bright red of his fingertips, he was stunned.

The heat wave was blowing, and the fire was billowing.

Ying Baoyue stared blankly at the high platform where the figures of the two had disappeared.

The high platform in front of me was in the opening moment.

Shrouded in blood mist.

(End of this chapter)