Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1202 Will
Battles between high-level practitioners rarely see blood.

It should be so.

Of course, this is not limited to her battles, but Ying Baoyue is very clear that her battles often bleed because she is not strong enough in this life, and she always has to overcome. For orthodox practitioners, her fighting style is comparable to evil ways, at least Ji Jiashu and her fighting style are completely different.

Ji Jiashu's battle rarely saw blood.

It should be so.

"Chunhua!"

The heart-piercing screams of Chen Zichu and others sounded in his ears, Ying Baoyue raised his head suddenly, and saw Meng Shi and Ji Jiashu fighting out from the blood mist with their swords at the same time, they pressed their hands on the ground and retreated at the same time. The rock was shattered inch by inch, and two long cracks were pulled out by the two people.

Today Ji Jiashu was wearing red clothes, Meng Shi was wearing black clothes, Ji Jiashu's clothes became more vivid red, while Meng Shi's black clothes became darker.

All were soaked in blood.

It seemed that the two of them only matched one sword, but in that moment of roar, Ying Baoyue heard more than a dozen sword sounds condensed to the extreme, and the two of them matched more than a dozen swords in one breath.

And these sword techniques are actually killer moves.

"Qingming Sword? Why did Jia Shu use Qingming?" Chen Zichu asked in astonishment, "Didn't he swear to never use it again?"

"Qingming sword?" Ying Baoyue was taken aback. She already knew that every move of Ji Jiashu's Chunlei sword was named after solar terms. Still in the battle, she had never seen a sword named Qingming.

And according to the order of solar terms, Qingming should come before Guyu.

"I'm afraid Jiashu doesn't want you to see this sword technique," Xu Yishan said quickly beside her, "Master Ji had another name for this sword technique before, and it was called Thunder Killing."

Lei Sha, Ying Baoyue's heart tightened when he heard this word.

"This is the most lethal sword in the Spring Thunder Sword, but because it was too tragic, Jiashu sealed this sword himself, and brought Gu Yu, who was originally the fourth sword, to the front."

"This move is Jiashu's improvement from the sixth sword of Lei Fa, Qian Lei Yin. One sword is like a thousand swords."

Qian Lei Yin, Ying Baoyue took a deep breath, she had heard it in Jixia Academy, Qian Dao Lei Strike, every inch Ling Chi, what she was talking about was the profound meaning of this Thunder Sword, and it was no wonder that Ji Mo would use it The spring thunder sword improved from this sword technique is named Thunder Kill.

This is an absolute killing move.

But at the same time, Ying Baoyue understood that Ji Jiashu had the ability to improve this trick, but he might not have the heart to use it.

Moreover, it is impossible not to pay a price for such a powerful sword technique.

Heaven is fair.

Xu Yishan clenched his fists tightly, piercing his fingertips inch by inch, "Lei Shajian, hurt others before hurting yourself, why did Jia Shu think of using this move!"

It's not that you can think of it and use this trick, but that you can't do it without it, right?
Ying Baoyue stared at the two practitioners who slowly stood up from the two corners of the stone platform.

Tick, tick.

There was a bright red color, and the bright long sword tip slipped from Meng Shi's hand, like a lotus leaf hit by rain, without leaving a trace of blood.

kill without spilling blood.

It's a violent beauty.

"What a sharp sword!" a practitioner in the audience praised infatuatedly, "Sure enough, as Master said, the sword Meng Jizi used is the red lotus sword used by Shao Siming, right?"

"Master hasn't found the evidence yet, so don't talk nonsense!" There were older practitioners around to cover his mouth, but there were still many people in the audience looking at the burning fire sword in Meng Shi's hand and speculating endlessly. .

Ever since Meng Shi took out this sword, the identity of this extraordinary but nameless sword has been speculated by practitioners.

Looking at the long sword in Meng Shi's hand, Ying Baoyue always had an unspeakable sense of familiarity, but she couldn't remember where this familiarity came from.

Is this really the Red Lotus Sword?

Why can't she even remember her own sword?
Ying Baoyue clenched the skirt of her chest tightly, but at this moment, screams sounded from under the stone stage, and Ji Jiashu and Meng Shi on the stage ended their confrontation and moved again.

The vortex created by the murderous intent instantly blocked everyone's sight!
"Mountain of knives and sea of ​​fire!"

Someone screamed in the audience, and Meng Shi's hands ignited a raging fire, every strand of which was filled with violent killing intent and aura, almost ignoring Ji Jiashu's Spring Thunder Sword attacking her vitals, and rushed towards the opposite boy.

"Crazy, she's dying!" Chen Zichu shouted in surprise, and at the same time he instantly understood Ying Baoyue's words.

It wasn't that Ji Jiashu unblocked the wounding swordsmanship impulsively, but after the opening, Ji Jiashu chose the most suitable swordsmanship for the current situation in an instant!
The first sword was basically that the two were probing each other, and after the first sword, the two learned about each other's details, chose a more desperate sword technique, and started to fight head-to-head!
With murderous intent, Meng Shi tilted his head at the last moment. The Chunlei sword brushed against her shoulder, and Ji Jiashu's side neck also brushed against the long sword in her hand. Blood flowed profusely from her snow-white neck.

"Crazy, crazy, all crazy..."

Chen Zichu finally understood what the two of them were doing, they were exchanging injuries for injuries, fighting for their lives!
But why did this battle become like this?

The teenagers under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree all turned into ants on a hot pot, suffocating while looking at the blood-spattered high platform.

"No, it won't work if it goes on like this. How did Jiashu's fighting style become like this? He is obviously more..."

Chen Zichu murmured in disbelief, Ying Baoyue didn't speak, but just clenched his fingers on the hilt of the sword inch by inch.

"What's more?" But at this moment, a calm male voice suddenly came from the front.

Li Ji said lightly, "It's not a matter of the fighting method, Chunhua's actions at this time are correct."

correct?Chen Zichu was stunned, such a reckless way of fighting, the Heavenly Grandmaster actually thought it was correct.

Li Ji glanced at the girl whose fingers were clenched white behind her, "You should be able to see it too."

"When you face an opponent who is higher than you and is more desperate than you, all you can do is be more desperate than the opponent."

Li Ji quietly stared at Ji Jiashu who was covered in blood and stood opposite Meng Shi on the stage.

Unless, he is willing to admit defeat.

This battle is not only a confrontation of swordsmanship, but also a torment of will.

With a sound of bumping, there was an impact sound like a landslide and ground cracking on the stage, and huge smoke and dust rose up, and the formation masters beside the high platform fainted three times in an instant, and the smoke and blood smell came out through the formation, which made people suffocate. In this tragic collision, Xu Yishan's eyes lit up.

"It's Chunlei's sixth sword, Xia Zhi!"

This move is the most violent move in the Chunlei Sword, and it is Ji Jiashu's trump card. When used on flat ground, it can overturn more than a dozen strong adults!
However, the next moment, the smoke and dust dissipated, and a thin figure emerged from the stone dust, and she slowly straightened her body.

Torn bandages danced around her body.

"how can that be……"

Xu Yishan opened his eyes wide, and the slender but tough figure was firmly reflected in the pupils.

She didn't take a step back.

Under Meng Shi's feet, there were large pieces of broken stones and bloodstains like splashed ink. The vast murderous gale blew over her face, and her face was covered with dust. Her face was blurred, but only a pair of eyes were burning extinguished flames.

(End of this chapter)