Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1206 Overwhelming

"If you don't admit defeat, I will kill you."

The girl's voice was cold, and there was a dead silence under the stone platform.

All the people watched Meng Shi say this with open mouths. Practitioners from aristocratic families wanted to laugh, but when they felt the murderous aura on Meng Shi, the smiles on the corners of their mouths disappeared and they widened in astonishment.

Meng Shi is serious.

This cultivator whose identity is very different from that of Ji Jiashu said these words seriously.

Either throw in the towel or die.

Ji Jiashu stared fixedly at the girl in front of him. The murderous aura on Meng Shi's body could make his skin tingle. This girl was extremely serious, her will was as firm as a sword, and her whole body was like a sharp sword, moving forward indomitably.

She can really do such a thing.

In 12 years, what is this woman pursuing?
"He...how dare he..." Chen Zichu's voice was trembling, his hands were trembling, he didn't know what to say, the teenagers under the tree were also startled by Meng Shi's murderous intent, they couldn't believe the scene in front of them.

Mo Hua's hands were also shaking, but he was not surprised.

12 years, this is not only a number of years, but also the whole life of a practitioner.

A practitioner can only awaken at the earliest age of five, and Meng Shi is 17 years old this year.

Mo Hua didn't know what Meng Shi was chasing after, but he knew that she had bet everything for this moment.

No one can stop her.

Ji Jiashu saw such determination in Meng Shi's eyes.

But it was precisely because of such determination that he made such a decision.

"You are such a strange practitioner." He watched Meng Shi and said softly.

Practitioners want to win, inevitably for money, status, glory and family, but Meng Shi is not at all.

She just wants to win.

Even killing him for Win would make her lose everything she had gained so far.

She has to win too.

"I don't think you have the right to say anything about me," Meng Shi said lightly, and she calmly looked at the boy in front of her.

Young and powerful with a bright future ahead.

She didn't really understand why Ji Jiashu wanted to fight her to this point.

"Because I don't want you to see her," Ji Jiashu said softly.

Recalling what Meng Shi said just now that he didn't want to kill him, his eyes were slightly dazed and his mind wandered.

Many people didn't dare to kill him before, mostly because of his father and his family, but it was the first time he met someone who didn't want to kill him for other reasons.

Because of the identity of whose fiancé is, people are scrupulous about it.

This is the first time.

Ji Jiashu's hesitation was only for a short moment, and he stared at the girl in front of him whose momentum was still improving, with a serious expression.

He didn't expect Meng Shi to be so powerful, let alone her determination.

Because of this, he must not let such an opponent meet Ying Baoyue.

When two decisive wills collide with each other, the result is bound to be extremely tragic.

Ying Baoyue's realm could not be raised any further. Her next opponents were getting stronger one by one, and what he could do was to hit even one of the stones that stood in front of her severely.

He would never let Meng Shi leave like this.

There was a clear light, and there was a crisp collision sound on the high platform. This was the choice made by Chunlei Sword.

Ji Jiashu has arrived in front of Meng Shi.

"I don't admit defeat."

The swords of the two men rubbed against their chests, and sparks flew everywhere.

"You want me to admit defeat?"

Ji Jiashu looked at Meng Shi's decisive eyebrows and smiled slightly.

"It's impossible."

……

……

The sword fire pierced his cheeks, but the smile on the young man's face was gentle, gentle and calm, but it contained the indomitable will.

This stubbornness and thought, let a person hold his breath.

The answer to this determination is another determination, and a sharp sword that collides.

The two blood-stained figures collided.

The big formation began to tremble, and the vitality of the world around the two people in the formation also began to wreak havoc and distort.

The air was torn apart, the sword fire was distorted, the lightning was cut off, and the blood was flying.

The will is surpassed, the belief is shaken, the bottom line is challenged, and the soul is shaken.

This is a life-and-death fight between two young men with amazing talents, which surpasses everyone's imagination, and makes all bystanders terrified and trembling.

A person with the highest power would be so reckless and desperate!
The battle in front of them has exceeded the capacity of the spectators. Many people covered their eyes in fright, only the sound of the stone platform shattering came from their ears, and the fairies in the spectator pavilion turned pale and couldn't help murmuring muttered.

"No, stop them quickly..."

Even Dongfang Yi, who had scolded the immortal official who wanted to stop him before, had an extremely solemn expression at this moment.

If this continues, some people will really die.

He didn't want to interfere with the proud battle between practitioners, but if this continues, both the north and south practice circles will suffer huge losses.

Whether it is Ji Jiashu or Meng Shi, they are rare cultivation geniuses in a century, and they all hope to hit the heavenly ranks in the future. No matter which party falls here today, the gains outweigh the losses.

They must be stopped.

But who can stop them?
Dongfang Yi stretched out her hand, but her wrinkled hand stopped in mid-air.

He is also a practitioner, and he can also be called a genius of cultivation. It is because of this that he understands that it is difficult to stop the battle between these two people forcibly. If they want to stop willingly, even if they are stopped by external force, the sword hearts of these two people will be damaged, and they will become crippled.

If he made a move at this time, he could prevent one person from losing his life, but it would cripple two people.

Dongfang Yi glanced at Xu Canghai who was watching coldly.

Xu Canghai didn't have the slightest intention to make a move.

The fingers under Dongfang Yi's sleeves were clenched tightly.

And at this moment, Meng Shi's Yuehua Sword finally came to an end.

"Chunhua!"

There was a heart-piercing scream from the crowd, Dongfang Yi suddenly raised her head, and her face finally changed color.

The last breath rose above the stone platform.

Under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, Chen Zichu stared in amazement at Ji Jiashu who raised the Spring Thunder Sword facing Meng Shi. He no longer had the aura of real energy in his body, but when Meng Shi's sword reached its peak, other fluctuations appeared in Ji Jiashu's body.

For practitioners in the Divine Dance Realm, when there is no real essence, all that is left is the soul.

Ji Jiashu is trying to tear his soul apart?

No, you have to stop him.

But who can stop him?

Who will stop them?

Chen Zichu was dripping with sweat, his eyes were filled with despair.

Today's Ji Jiashu can no longer hear anyone's voice.

All his attention was on his sword.

The same is true for Meng Shi.

Huge heaven and earth vitality surged crazily around the two, and the two stood facing each other, raising their long swords in their hands.

Only the last sword remains.

Everyone knew that the last moment had come, Chen Zichu groaned in his heart, and habitually stretched out his hand to his side.

But the next moment.

He got a hold of it.

……

……

The world fell silent.

Almost all the vitality of the world gathered around the two people on the stage. Ji Jiashu stared at the woman in front of him who had the same focus as him, and the two swung their long swords.

However, at this moment, both Ji Jiashu and Meng Shi's hands were frozen.

Because the vitality of heaven and earth that was originally attracted by them began to frantically rush towards the audience.

Ji Jiashu held the Chunlei sword, turned his head little by little, and looked at the audience.

Chen Zichu stopped in mid-air with his empty hand, staring blankly at the girl beside him who raised a hand.

Ying Baoyue raised a hand, and the vitality of heaven and earth was pouring into her body frantically.

"Jia Shu, stop here."

Ying Baoyue raised her head and looked at Ji Jiashu, "It's enough."

"Not enough." Ji Jiashu clenched the sword in his hand and smiled slightly, "I don't want her to be your opponent."

Only this time, he couldn't listen to her.

"Really?" Ying Baoyue said softly.

"Then I don't want the person who killed my fiancé to still be alive."

She slowly pulled out the long sword at her waist.

"If your soul is damaged, I will break through now and challenge her here."

Ying Baoyue pointed her sword at Meng Shi, but stared into Ji Jiashu's eyes without any hesitation in her eyes.

"Right now, right here, right now."

"I will never die."

　Sister Yue is the one with the overwhelming momentum
　　
　
(End of this chapter)