Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1212
The surroundings were bustling, but Ying Baoyue couldn't hear any other sounds.

She just tied back the cloth strip on her left wrist that had been slightly untied under the sleeve.

Li Ji stood on the stage, Ying Baoyue couldn't see his expression clearly, whether he felt sorry for missing the match with her, or felt lucky.

Ying Baoyue's expression was calm, but the expressions of the people around her couldn't be calm.

Ji Jiashu's brows were tightly frowned. In the last few rounds, there were only these few people left, so each contestant would deduce the situation when he met everyone else in advance. Ji Jiashu didn't know if Ying Baoyue had done it before, but He had played it for her.

In Ji Jiashu's opinion, if Ying Baoyue wants to advance this round, the best opponent is to meet Murong Feixing.

And the worst result is meeting Li Ji or Xu Bingqing.

His estimate is not because he looks down on Murong Feixing, but because he knows Murong Feixing well. Murong Feixing is an upright opponent, and everything about him is on the bright side. Although he has a childlike disposition to admit defeat, he is upright enough .

Such an opponent is very suitable for Ying Baoyue.

But it can only be said that people are not as good as heaven.

Looking at Murong Feixing who climbed onto the high platform with a tangled expression, Ji Jiashu let out a deep breath.

"It turned out that Lord Fenghua faced Lord Zhaohua," Chen Zichu sighed, "Have these two fought against each other before?"

Ji Jiashu shook his head. Although the six sons of the Warring States Period had gathered once before, Lord Gui Hua did not appear, and Li Ji stood far away, without contact with the others.

"Is that so?" Chen Zichu looked at the shiny Xuefeng Sword at Murong Feixing's waist, his eyes sparkled, "But no matter what, both of them are the Sixth Prince of the Warring States Period, so this battle is probably going to be a tough one."

As a wind mage, being able to see the decisive battle between the wind mage and the water mage makes his heart beat.

The time of the last four-final match was too short, and many people hadn't watched it enough. At this moment, they were excited to see Lord Fenghua vs. Lord Zhaohua.

"This..." Ji Jiashu looked at Li Ji standing in front of Murong Feixing, whose breath was sinking deeply, the light in his eyes was uncertain.

In normal times, there might be an evenly matched battle, but today...

The battle bell rang.

After three breaths, the bell rang for the end of the battle.

Sure enough, it will be so.

Ying Baoyue looked up at the man in Tsing Yi who stood motionless in the center of the stage, and the hairs on the backs of the other teenagers under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree stood on end.

Murong Feixing didn't hesitate to use his sword, it was the biggest killer move, but Li Ji defeated him after three moves.

This is not the most frightening thing, the most frightening thing is that the teenagers under the tree hardly feel the fluctuation of true energy from Li Ji.

In this way, he defeated Murong Feixing silently.

The frost-beaten red leaves slowly fell from the towering giant tree, brushed against the thick bronze mask on the man's face on the stage, landed at the man's feet, and were slowly blown away by the wind.

Li Ji remained motionless, while Murong Feixing sat slumped at his feet, with his hands on his knees, the Xuefeng sword was thrown aside, the young man's eyes were straightened, as if hit by frost.

Today's Li Ji is as ruthless as the autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves.

Everyone knows that Murong Feixing's strength is far behind Li Ji's.

However, the battle between practitioners cannot be fought if there is a difference in strength. The on-the-spot reaction, state, combat awareness, and choice of moves, many factors affect the result of the battle. Everyone has a fight.

Murong Feixing slowly raised his head and looked at the man opposite Gujing Wubo. It was not the first time he had seen this Eastern Wu cultivator. He had also deduced based on Li Ji's battle reports so far that if he met Li Ji in the middle-level ceremony What kind of tricks should be adopted, how to force out his flaws, and how to win dangerously.

In his deduction, although his hope of winning is not great, it is not impossible. There is about a [-]% probability.

But just now, when the battle really started, Murong Feixing realized that his deduction was useless at all.

Li Ji, he has no flaws.

At least in real sword battles, when facing an opponent like him, there is no flaw at all.

Murong Feixing, a practitioner with a high realm, has also met him, but he doesn't see many opponents with a high realm and good at fighting.

The higher the level of practitioners, the more they will be promoted to the sky, because the practitioners of the heavenly rank cannot attack ordinary people. After ascending to the heavenly rank, the battles that the practitioners will face will decrease sharply, and the combat experience will weaken year after year.

Hou Liao also had Tianjie, but from Murong Feixing's point of view, those people were all mascots enshrined in the Imperial Prayer Province. Apart from relying on the power of true energy to suppress people, they had completely forgotten the fighting skills and became the lifelong disciples of Tianjie. You can't enjoy the glory and wealth. There are not many practitioners who are willing to risk 99% of their lives to advance to the god son. Most people will choose to lie on the credit book and spend a longer life than ordinary people.

This group of people ate and drank every day, and their flesh came back to life. In Murong Feixing's view, as long as they cultivate a few fourth-rank killers, they may not be able to put the sky ranks to death.

What's more, not long after Li Ji became a heavenly rank, he forced himself to withdraw from his realm again. Many practitioners laughed at him for fear that he might not be able to sit firmly in the heavenly rank. Murong Feixing once believed such rumors.

But now he finally understands that these rumors are all nonsense.

Murong Feixing sat slumped on the ground and slowly raised his head.

How could Li Ji not be able to sit firmly on the heavenly ladder?

This Soochow man, in those previous battles.

Hidden, hidden, clear, real, powerful.

If it was placed in the past, this person still had the mind to go around in circles with the opponent during the battle, but now this person has no such mind at all.

Thinking of this, Murong Feixing couldn't help grinding his teeth.

Li Ji silently looked at the young man on the ground, ready to accept the expected look of anger and humiliation.

But at the next moment, Murong Feixing suddenly raised his head and grinned at him, showing a mouthful of small white teeth.

"You are powerful enough, the young master is convinced!"

Li Ji was stunned for a moment, but Murong Feixing had already smiled brightly. He grabbed Li Ji's sleeve and climbed up, looking at Li Ji curiously, "Who is your master? It's the Eastern Wu Guoshi." Is it? But your fighting style seems to be different from his. If you have another master, will he accept apprentices? Are you willing to accept apprentices? What do you think of me?"

A series of questions made people dizzy, and the audience in the audience looked at this scene with dull expressions.

"These questions will be discussed after the Intermediate Ceremony is over." Li Ji raised his hand to block Murong Feixing's approaching face, and looked towards the side of the stage.

The examiner was taken aback for a moment, then he waved his hand in response.

"The third match of the semi-finals, Soochow, Li Ji wins!"

The semi-finals, the third game is over.

Li Ji pulled out his sleeve from Murong Feixing's hand, sheathed his sword, and walked down the high platform.

Looking at the girl who was walking towards him, he stopped in his tracks.

(End of this chapter)