Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1204

"you……"

Looking at the young man who was covered in wounds and stood up in the fire of her sword, Meng Shi's eyes, which had been extremely cold since he entered the battlefield, flickered for a moment for the first time.

Obviously bathed in blood and fire, his whole body should be in extreme pain, but Meng Shi saw the young man smiling slightly in the fire.

Is he laughing?
why?
Southern Chu, Lord Chunhua.

Meng Shi stared deeply at the boy who was younger than her.

She never underestimated this opponent, but she also did not observe her opponent carefully.

Because the opponent is the opponent, she is determined to use that person's swordsmanship to the end. No matter who is standing opposite her, she will defeat him without hesitation. will blink.

She wants to win.

She doesn't care who her opponent is.

Her swordsmanship is the strongest, so she is not afraid of anyone.

"These two..."

Sensing the waves of true energy surging from the two people on the stage again, the practitioners in the audience were terrified.

"Can they still move?"

"Are these two monsters?"

Mo Hua stood under the stage, his palms were already sweating.

Sweat, mixed with blood, clung wetly to his sword hilt.

He didn't want to watch this match, but he knew he couldn't miss it.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that both Ji Jiashu and Meng Shi are at the end of their battles, and the true energy in their bodies has been almost exhausted in the previous collision, but no one expected that these two people have surpassed their respective limits.

The corners of Meng Shi's eyes and the sword in his hand were completely red-hot. Mo Hua knew very well that no one could stop her. He understood Meng Shi's obsession with hard work for so many years better than anyone else. Friends would have such a fierce offensive.

The large formation that was constantly being repaired by the formation master hummed intermittently, and the vitality of the sky and earth above the stone platform was constantly rubbing and colliding, just like a real thunderstorm cloud, which made people look pale.

And at this moment, Ji Jiashu moved.

A beam of bright color tore through the vigorous fire, splitting Meng Shi's sword fire in half!
"Great cold!" Xu Yishan cried out under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree.

The sixth and final sword of the Chunlei Sword is Great Cold.

This is a sword that Ji Jiashu just came up with half a year ago, and it is also his real trump card. The moment he swung the sword, all the true energy in the boy's body exploded at that moment, and the power surging all over his body is unbelievable , so how can such a thin person hide such fierce power?

The violent thunder burst out in an instant, and the immortal officials in the viewing booth stood up one after another, watching this scene in amazement.

"This is……"

Dongfang Yi's eyes were deep.

This is the true strength of Ji Mo's son who has been painstakingly raised for 15 years, the most talented young man in Nanchu, Chunhuajun Ji Jiashu.

The violent blood-colored thunder light engulfed Meng Shi in an instant, and there was an earth-shattering noise on the stone platform, and huge smoke and dust rose from the ground. Chen Zichu clung tightly to Ying Baoyue's arm beside him.

"Is it done?"

The excessive vibration caused the practitioners who were close to the stage to have tinnitus.

Amidst the sharp buzzing, Ying Baoyue couldn't hear any other sounds, and just stared fixedly at the broken stone platform. Ji Jiashu's blow almost poured all his strength into him, and both the timing and the gap were just right, but ...

The smoke and dust fell little by little, and dots of flames emerged from the smoke and dust, like fireflies in summer.

That is……

Motes of smoke and dust and drops of fireflies outline the thin outline of the woman.

Seeing this scene, Chen Zichu opened his eyes wide and blurted out, "Impossible!"

Is that human being?
Faced with Ji Jiashu's full blow, Meng Shi still stood and did not fall down.

Ying Baoyue stared blankly at the girl on the stage, as if she saw another person, another woman who stood in front of her before all difficulties and obstacles no matter what happened.

Ji Jiashu's full-strength strike did catch a rare gap in Meng Shi's body, but this woman's sword intent was too strong, and her mind was even stronger. The Leifa sword was originally the fastest sword technique, but Meng Shi's reaction to murderous aura was stronger than that of a sword. Air arrives even faster.

How many life and death struggles has she experienced?

Looking at the bright long sword in Meng Shi's hand, even Ying Baoyue was dazed for a moment.

Her sword is too clean.

Not only did she kill without blood, Ying Baoyue actually felt a sense of purity in Meng Shi's sword, as if no matter how long it took, the girl had only one yearning and one wish in her heart.

Her sword, with no distractions, no impurities, is so clean that it takes one's breath away.

Meng Shi's gaze was very cold, as if she couldn't see anything but her opponent since she got on the stage, but at this moment, Ying Baoyue suddenly understood that the ultimate coldness is the ultimate concentration.

"This swordsmanship is..."

Seeing the firefly flying around Meng Shi to help her block the sword, many fire magicians widened their eyes, "Is this the snow window firefly that Mr. Tuoba showed before?"

One of the forbidden fire swords, the No.15 sword created by the legendary Da Si Ming Lin Shubai, Xuechuang Yinghuo.

In the previous battle with Tuoba Xun, Ji Jiashu once caught a glimpse.

Seeing the similar dots of fireflies, the practitioners all guessed, but at this moment, there was a slight sound from the stage.

"No."

Ying Baoyue suddenly raised her head and looked at Ji Jiashu who was staring at the sword in Meng Shi's hand.

Indeed.

Ji Jiashu stared at the long sword in Meng Shi's hand and the sword fire flying around him. This move was indeed very similar to the Xuechuang Yinghuo used by Tuoba Xun, but he understood it after having experienced that move himself.

this is not.

It wasn't Xuechuang Yinghuo that saved Meng Shi from danger at a critical moment and blocked his full-strength sword.

Hearing his words, Meng Shi Gujing Wubo's eyes flickered slightly, and she looked at the opponent in front of her for the first time.

"You, can you see it?"

Mo Hua's eyes widened. Meng Shi spoke?

In the middle-level ceremony, Meng Shi hadn't spoken a word to his opponent other than him.

Ji Jiashu was also a little surprised. He quietly raised the long sword in his hand, pointed at the girl opposite, and spoke softly.

"what is this?"

What kind of swordsmanship is this?
Ji Jiashu never felt that his swordsmanship was perfect, and he had seen countless amazing swordsmanship, but at that moment just now, at the moment when he was being confronted, there was a feeling in his heart that he had never felt before. throbbing.

It was an indescribable throbbing.

What is this move?
"Mr. Nanchu Chunhua?" Meng Shi said softly, "You are very powerful."

Well-deserved reputation.

She didn't intend to use this sword in the semifinals.

Meng Shi's eyes were like ice and snow, and the sword fire beside her began to gather slowly.

Under the sunlight, her sword fire and sword light were soft, yet exuded an incomparably clear light.

"This is..." Zhao Muren suddenly stood up in the battle watching booth in the distance!
The immortal officials around were startled by the king's actions, but Zhao Muren had no time to care about the eyes of others, and just stared at the long sword in Meng Shi's hand.

Fragment-like sword fire finally gathered on Meng Shi's sword.

"Fire Art No.16 Sword."

The long sword was raised above his head, Meng Shi spoke softly.

"Moonlight."

(End of this chapter)