Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1242 Start

The first battle on the final day of the Soochow Intermediate Ceremony in the seventh year of the Warring States Period is over.

The bloodiness and intensity of this first battle also completely shocked the world.

Even though it was over, the audience in the audience did not slow down.

The bell of the end rang, and the exhausted formation masters finally breathed a sigh of relief and temporarily released the formation.

The blood that permeated for a while made everyone in the audience freeze in place, and the atmosphere was extremely heavy for a while.

"By the way, is that Xirong man still alive?"

Helianyan fell face down in a pool of blood like a corpse, and the scene looked quite terrifying for a while.

"I won't die..."

Zhao Guang looked at He Lianyan, who was painted with the unique oil paint of the Xirong people, with a complicated expression, and spoke cautiously.

"It would be troublesome if he died," Chen Zichu pursed his lips tightly, "Mr. Zhaohua didn't sign a life-and-death certificate with him, so now... ah!"

Chen Zichu screamed, and Ying Baoyue opened his eyes wide.

"Ah, I almost thought I was going to die."

The practitioners in the audience opened their mouths wide, watching the young man who was dying and lying in a pool of blood turn around and start doing it.

"You're too ruthless." He Lianyan turned over the blood-soaked vest and pouted at Li Ji, "Do you want to kill me?"

Seeing that the person who was supposed to be lying on the ground can sit up so nonchalantly, many people in the audience almost stared out their eyes, as if they saw a ghost.

Even the examiner who just rang the bell was dumbfounded.

"If you die so easily, I will also eliminate harm for the people." Li Ji clenched the somewhat slippery hilt in his hand, and said coldly.

"Hmph," Helianyan snorted, picked up the fallen swords and spears, and thrust them back into his body.

"If you want to kill me, at least pull out those needles on your body."

With his back to Li Ji, his green pupils under the mask flickered, and he said lightly, "If I get stabbed a few times, I will die. I can't live to such a big age."

Li Ji's fingers holding the hilt of the sword moved slightly.

"Master Helian, the result..."

The dumbfounded examiner stepped forward, and according to the rules of the final battle of the middle-level ceremony, one party must admit defeat or be completely defeated before the end. He Lianyan just looked like that, no one could see it again, but he didn't expect this man after ringing the bell Just got up like this, almost slapping the examiner in the face.

"He won." He Lianyan glanced at Li Ji's straight back.

Although Li Ji couldn't kill him, he couldn't knock Li Ji to the ground either.

That's the difference between them.

Li Ji didn't look at the people on the ground again, shook off the blood on the sword, put the sword into its sheath, and walked down the high platform step by step.

From the beginning to the end, there was no change in his breath.

But when he reached the last step, he stopped.

Then he raised his head, as if coughing, and the next moment, there were bloodstains winding down from under the mask.

"Second brother!"

Zhao Guang, who ran over to meet him, shrank his pupils and rushed forward, at a loss, trying to reach out to help him in a panic, but was stopped by someone.

It's Ji Jiashu.

Ji Jiashu looked at Ying Baoyue, who stretched out his hand to stop Zhao Guang but withdrew it, and let out a sigh of relief.

"His meridian backflow has hit the atrium, so don't touch him yet."

After speaking, his eyes fell on Li Ji.

Does this person hold his head up even when he coughs up blood?

Li Ji only stayed for a short moment, and the next moment he lowered his head to wipe off the blood on his chin, "Zhao Guang, I'm fine."

"Well," Zhao Guang blew his nose and reached out to touch the wound medicine in his arms, "Second brother, congratulations on your victory."

Li Ji nodded, "But the battle is not over yet."

Zhao Guang was taken aback for a moment, then stared blankly at another pair of young men and women beside him.

That's right, the battle isn't over yet.

"I'm going."

In the Northern Wei Dynasty team, Meng Shi broke away from Mo Hua and grabbed her hand tightly, his expression changed from the usual calm and indifferent to the extreme coldness.

This is what she was like when she came on stage.

Mo Hua stuck his fingertips into his palm, "Be careful."

"Well," Meng Shi nodded calmly, and then, under the watchful eyes of all the Northern Wei people, he climbed onto the high platform alone.

The palace people hadn't finished wiping off the bloodstains on the high platform, she almost stepped onto the high platform with the bloodstains from the last battle, the murderous aura on her body was as cold as the cold wind from Saibei, icy-cold to the bone.

Seeing this scene, everyone in the audience gasped.

The stepson of the Northern Wei Dynasty, Meng Shi.

He is the only stepson left by the middle-level Dadianbi until now.

He is also the only civilian cultivator without any family background.

In the primary ceremony, Ying Baoyue took away the leader's position, and many aristocratic families laughed at the Northern Wei monarch for seeing the wrong person. Until the intermediate ceremony, he became a dark horse that no one expected.

In less than two months, from the sixth rank to the fourth rank, with a lot of accumulation, he defeated Chunhuajun Ji Jiashu twice.

The dark horse that was once underestimated has become a real hard-earned horse.

If he wins the next battle, Meng Shi will become the civilian with the best ranking in the middle-level ceremony in history.

The bright long sword was shining in the waist of the girl from the Northern Wei Dynasty on the stage, but just looking at it like this gave a glaring feeling.

Ji Jiashu's heart palpitated for a while, and she couldn't help but also wanted to hold the hands of the people around her.

But before he raised his hand, Ying Baoyue had already left the crowd.

"I'm going."

Meng Shi's aura was preemptive, but Ying Baoyue looked calm, tidied up his clothes, and walked towards the high platform under the gaze of countless eyes.

Zhao Guang stared wide-eyed, watching her pass by Li Ji.

Li Ji stood in place like an ice sculpture, his mask blocked his face, only showing his firm jaw.

Neither of them looked back.

Passing over Li Ji's shoulder, Zhao Guang watched the girl step up to the high platform step by step.

The semi-final battle of the middle-level ceremony, the last battle.

That's how it started.

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If the battle between Li Ji and He Lianyan caught people off guard, then the battle between Meng Shi and Ying Baoyue was unexpected.

The previous battle was too bloody, and many people felt a little psychologically disturbed when they saw the two facing each other with their swords drawn. Many female relatives covered their eyes, but they didn't wait for the people around them to scream.

A long silence enveloped the high platform.

"What are these two... doing?"

Chen Zichu stood under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, staring at the scene in front of him in astonishment.

The beginning of the battle between Ying Baoyue and Meng Shi made his heart pound. No one knew what would happen in this battle. He even wondered what the two would say in the first sentence. Jin Ru Li Ji also said a few words during the battle with He Lianyan.

However, nothing.

Ying Baoyue and Meng Shi drew their swords at the same time, pointing their swords at each other without saying a word.

After that, they just looked at each other quietly without any movement.

"What are you doing? Are these two in a daze?"

There was a commotion in the audience.

No.

Mo Hua fixedly watched this scene.

Few of the people present knew that this battle was the first battle between female cultivators in the true sense.

The two of them are testing each other's depths.

These are two women who give it their all.

At this moment, Ying Baoyue saw the belief in victory in Meng Shi's eyes.

Who does your obsession belong to?

She closed her eyes.

The next moment, murderous and sword aura tore through the air.

(End of this chapter)