Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1533 True God
The snow particles were swept up by the strong wind and hit Ying Baoyue's face.

Under the strong wind pressure, the surroundings almost lost the sound, and she desperately opened her eyes wide, watching this almost miraculous scene.

Just when Wu Chanxu led the other seven celestial practitioners to swing the final sword at her and Li Ji, a hurricane suddenly blew down from the distant Xiling Snow Mountain. It turns into a big palm.

With a bang, the snowflakes splashed!

Snow Palm was cut into pieces, but the eight sky-rank killers all took a step back, holding their swords and staring at the wind in the air that seemed to have its own will.

The strong wind lingered, rolling snow particles and hovering in front of Ying Baoyue, the girl's black hair was flying in the snowflakes, this scene seemed to be out of this world.

Wu Chanxu took a step back, staring at the snowy wind in front of Ying Baoyue, his eyes darkened slightly.

"Son of the White Tiger!"

The one who saved Ying Baoyue and Li Ji at the last moment was undoubtedly the mountain ghost's style.

It's just that even he didn't expect that the mountain ghost had the power to send such a powerful wind method a mile away.

At the Southern Chu Primary Ceremony, Shan Gui and Ji Mo were able to fight thousands of miles away, which shocked the entire cultivation world.

Wu Chanxu was also shocked at the time, but later he heard from his master that this should be the strength accumulated by the mountain ghost for seven years, not this person's usual level.

After all, if such a thing could be done anytime, anywhere, then the mountain ghost would have been invincible long ago.

Even a human god can't do such a thing.

Although Ying Baoyue and Li Ji had already approached Xiling Snow Mountain, they were still one mile away from the bottom of the mountain, and farther from the top of the mountain. Wu Chanxu originally judged that such a distance was safe.

But I didn't expect that from such a long distance, the mountain ghost could still emit such a wind method that could compete with the heavenly practitioners.

"Big brother!"

A trace of timidity flashed across Wu Chanlu's eyes, "What should I do?"

"What should I do?" Wu Chanxu sneered, "Even if he is here, he may not win, let alone he won't come down!"

So far, there has never been a battle in which many heavenly ranks besieged Shenzi in the practice world. There is only one realm between the second rank and the third rank. It is still unknown whether one Shenzi can beat eight heavenly ranks.

Even a fierce tiger is no match for eight wild wolves.

There was indeed a tragedy in Xirong where a cultivator beheaded eight Xirong celestial cultivators, but the beheading of eight celestial cultivators was called Lin Shubai.

"Don't forget, this person is only ranked eighth among the eight gods," Wu Chanxu sneered, "What's so scary about a coward who hides on the top of the mountain and dares not go down the mountain all his life?"

After speaking, he gathered his sword energy again, raised the long sword in his hand and swung it violently.

With a bang, Ying Baoyue was knocked back by the strong wind pressure, and snowflakes splashed in front of her again!

This time, the snow particles rolled up by the wind in front of her turned into a fist. Although it blocked Wu Chanxu's sword, the size of the snow fist was much smaller than the previous snow palm, and its power was also weakened.

"Hahaha!"

Wu Chanxu laughed out loud.

As expected, everything did not meet his expectations. The power that the mountain ghost can send over such a long distance is limited.

Just now, the first punch blocked the strength of the eight of them, but with the next punch, each of them had a single sword, and the wind had already been shattered.

Looking at the much smaller snow wind in front of Ying Baoyue, Wu Chanxu's eyes flickered brightly.

"Senior, I want to see how long you can last."

Holding a high-level ceremony should have caused a great burden on the mountain ghost's body.To observe so many people at once and control so many things from a distance, Wu Chanxu didn't believe that this person still had enough energy to deal with them.

On the top of Yunshou Peak, the man in white sitting by the ice lake covered his chest with pain in his eyes.

A huge white tiger walked anxiously behind the man in white.

The man in white stretched out his hand, stroked the white tiger's head, and said in a low voice, "I'm fine."

With a bang, another sword strike!
This time, four practitioners behind Wu Chanxu drew their swords at the same time. Li Ji protected Ying Baoyue and took a step back, his arms were cut bloody by the sword energy.

At this time, the snow wind protecting the two of them had been completely scattered, and the snowflakes fell to the ground, mixed into the muddy water and turned pitch black.

With a puff, on the top of the snowy mountain in the distance, the man in white sitting by the frozen lake spit out a mouthful of blood.

The blood soaked through the skirt of the clothes bit by bit, like red plums under the snow.

Baihu's eyes suddenly widened, his vertical pupils widened, and he raised his head to the sky and howled.

"That voice is..."

The soles of the feet of Ji Jiashu and others who were climbing the mountain suddenly trembled. All the practitioners suddenly supported the mountain wall and raised their heads in horror.

There was an earth-shattering roar from a mountain several miles away from them.

"tiger?"

Zhao Guang asked in astonishment, "White Tiger God?"

Ji Jiashu's heart was pounding, what happened to the White Tiger God?
He turned his head and looked at the long cliff they came up to. It was covered with many small black spots, and they were climbers one by one.

But among these practitioners, there were no two practitioners he most wanted to see.

The roar of the White Tiger God stopped, and everyone continued to climb forward tremblingly, but Ji Jiashu felt restless.

What happened outside the Xiling Snow Mountain?
"Jiashu, be careful where you step!" Chen Zichu yelled, and Ji Jiashu jumped over the crack in the ice.

"Don't be distracted, there is a ray of sky ahead!"

Ji Jiashu raised his head and looked at the wonders of the world in front of him.

……

……

tick.

tick.

The blood slid down from Li Jishang's arm, and quickly condensed in the cold wind.

"A Ji?"

"I'm fine," Li Ji took a step back while protecting Ying Baoyue, staring at the confident Wu Chanxu in front of him and the seven killers behind him.

"Finally there is no one in the way," Wu Chanxu squinted at the empty ground in front of Ying Baoyue and Li Ji, and smiled slightly, "I want to see what you guys do."

The protection of the mountain ghost has been completely broken, and they can end this assassination with one more swing of their swords.

Wu Chanxu stared at Li Ji's bleeding arm, and his eyes stopped for a moment on his back.

"It seems that your awakening is not thorough enough."

He originally wanted to take another look at the blue light before this person died, but now it seems that Li Ji can't be aroused if he wants to.

Can we just wait for a new host to appear in the future, and then feast our eyes?

Wu Chanxu shook the blood-stained long sword regretfully, held the sword with both hands for the first time, and slowly raised the sword to the top of his head.

Behind him, Wu Chanlu Lao Bu and other heavenly practitioners also raised their swords together.

Countless sword lights gathered on the tip of the eight people's swords, carrying an aura of death.

Li Ji's pupils contracted violently, and he let go of Ying Baoyue's hand, pushing her towards Xiling Snow Mountain with all his strength.

But at this moment, Ying Baoyue grabbed his wrist.

Li Ji's mind went blank.

"It's really a pair of fateful mandarin ducks, let's go to the underworld to be our companions."

Wu Chanxu chuckled, and swung his hands down violently.

In the blink of an eye, Ying Baoyue thrust his hand into Li Ji's arms.

On the top of the snow-capped mountain, the man in white supported the white tiger's shoulders and suddenly stood up.

Countless dark sword lights enveloped Ying Baoyue and Li Ji, strangling them like a black cloud.

However, in the dark light, there is a bright light, bursting out.

(End of this chapter)