Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1534 Line Sky
As the sun sets on the horizon, a new light is born.

The black cloud was pressing down on the city and the city was about to be destroyed, and Jiaguang opened golden scales to the sun.

Among the dark sword lights, a new sword light came out and shot out.

It was a bright red sword light with a faint golden edge, as warm as the rising sun.

This bright red sword light burst out from countless dark lights, like the sun rising from the dark clouds.It protruded from the gap, shining golden light, turning into little fireflies in mid-air, intertwined with flying snowflakes.

On the top of the snow-capped mountain, by the edge of the frozen lake, the man in white stood in the lake in a daze, with tears streaming down his face.

Seven years.

It turned out that seven years had passed.

This is the sword light that has appeared in dreams countless times in the past seven years, but has never been seen again.

It is the sword energy that only belongs to the one you love.

Fire method fourteen swords.

Snow window firefly.

"What is this? Fire Sword?"

Wu Chanlu stood behind Wu Chanxu, staring at the faint fire in front of him in astonishment.

He couldn't believe his eyes, just when the eight of them were about to strangle Ying Baoyue and Li Ji with their sword qi, what splashed out from the sword array was not human flesh and blood, but bright red sword fire .

Sword fire flew out from the bodies of the two water mages?
What shocked him even more was that these seemingly weak sword fires not only blocked their lore sword, but even ate away their sword energy bit by bit!
"What kind of sword technique is this?!"

Wu Chanxu didn't speak, he stood on the ground, watching the two people who were surrounded by their sword energy.

More and more fireflies came out, the dark clouds and thunder dispersed, and two figures appeared in front of them.

Ying Baoyue stood in front of Li Ji holding the Sunset Sword in her hand, and she held the sword across her chest.

On the sword, there is a scabbard.

"This is……"

Wu Chanlu's eyes widened in a daze. In the fierce sword confrontation just now, Ying Baoyue's sword was not out of its sheath?
Wait, this scabbard is...

"I see."

Wu Chanxu's eyes stopped on the scabbard in Ying Baoyue's hand.

"Is it Tai Ah Jian?"

Hearing this name, the seven celestial practitioners standing behind him were all shocked.

This is the name of a sword that all Xirong cultivators will never forget.In the past ten years, I don't know how many Xirong practitioners were buried under this sword.

"I almost forgot that the scabbard of this sword is in your hand."

Wu Chanxu stared at Ying Baoyue's Tai'a sword scabbard outside the sunset sword, "That legend is actually true."

It is said that the scabbard of the Tai'a sword can withstand the full blow of the second-rank Shenzi, but Wu Chanxu didn't believe this rumor before.

After all, how can a dead object resist the attack of a living person?
Even if Da Si Ming had sealed the sword energy in it before his death, how could the sword energy maintain its original power after so many years?
Even if it can be maintained, who can stimulate it?
You must know that famous swords will recognize their masters, let alone a famous sword handed down from the gods like Tai'a Jian. If anyone can get it and drive it, then it is not Tai'a Jian.

However, at this moment, Wu Chanxu discovered that the impossible rumor had actually become true in front of him.

The sword energy of Da Si Ming was really sealed in the scabbard of Tai'a Sword, and Ying Baoyue managed to arouse it.

A water magician used the fire magic sword of Da Siming.

only……

"Girl, you probably won't need this scabbard a few times," Wu Chanxu squinted at Ying Baoyue, like a poisonous snake staring at its prey.

A scabbard is inferior to a sword, and it is impossible to seal up too much true energy.

This kind of thing seems to be used to save life at critical moments, but even if it can withstand their attacks, so what?

"If I'm not wrong, this thing can be used up to three times?" Wu Chanxu sneered.

When Li Ji threw her out just now, if Ying Baoyue was willing to use the scabbard to protect herself, she might still be able to escape under the cover of the mountain ghost, but now she has lost this chance.

Wu Chanxu didn't know if he should feel honored that what could be used on Shenzi was used on the eight heavenly ranks.

"Hold the moon, you..."

Li Ji's heart skipped a beat, and he stared at Ying Baoyue's thin shoulders.

"If you don't use it now, when will you use it?"

Ying Baoyue didn't turn her head, looking at the Xirong practitioners who were staring at him with chills in her heart.

Wu Chanxu's guess was right, there are still two chances left.

If these people cannot be completely repelled at the same time, then Li Ji will have no way out.

I don't know if he knew her intention, Wu Chanxu waved his hand behind him, and the other seven heavenly ranks quickly dispersed and surrounded them.

Ying Baoyue's heart skipped a beat.

The true energy in the scabbard is limited, it is good for defense, but it is not enough to launch a large-scale attack.

As if seeing her embarrassment, Wu Chanxu's eyes flashed a dark light, and he raised the sword in his hand again.

Ying Baoyue tightly clenched the scabbard in her hand.

At this time, a voice suddenly came from her ear.

She was slightly startled.

"Hold the moon, let's go!"

The sound of the wind in his ears became stern again, Li Ji grabbed Ying Baoyue's wrist and tried to throw her out again, but Ying Baoyue held his hand backhand.

"Give me the true essence."

Li Ji gasped for breath.

"kill!"

Wu Chanxu led the seven heavenly ranks and swung a deafening sword.

With a click, the ground under the feet of Ying Baoyue and Li Ji cracked a huge gap.

The wind howled and the earth shook.

However, in the howling hurricane, Wu Chanlu, who was hiding behind his brother, suddenly widened his eyes.

Facing their full blow, Li Ji and Ying Baoyue stood still in place.

A gust of wind blew around the two of them again, and Li Ji put his hands on Ying Baoyue's shoulders, his black hair flying.

A steady stream of true energy was poured into Ying Baoyue's body through his palm, and with the two of them as the center, a strong wind suddenly rose.

Ying Baoyue stood in the center of the storm, clenched the sword in his hand.

I don't know if it was Wu Chanlu's illusion, but when he saw the scabbard on the long sword in Ying Baoyue's hand, it suddenly lit up.

On the top of Yunshou Peak, the man in white stood by the ice lake, raising the sword in his hand.

"Jia Shu, look!"

On Xiling Snow Mountain, Ji Jiashu, who was climbing, raised his head under Chen Zichu's call.

Above their heads, the cliff cracked at the very top, revealing only a line of sky, but at this moment, a gust of pure white snow wind passed through that line of sky.

All the climbers exclaimed.

Outside the Xiling Snow Mountain, Ying Baoyue also raised her head abruptly.

A bright white line streaked across the sky.

The moment the scabbard in her hand lit up, a gust of pure white snow wind rushed down from the top of the mountain, hitting the scabbard of Tai'a Sword heavily.

The wind blows, the snow rises, the fire rises.

The originally dark world was as bright as day!
"Big brother!"

Just when the snow wind hit the scabbard of Tai'a Sword, a gust of sword energy intertwined with wind and fire suddenly rose, rushing towards Wu Chanxu's chest!

Wu Chanlu's scream was stuck in his throat, because the wind actually split into eight strands in mid-air, hitting the eight of them separately!

Wu Chanxu stood still on the ground, the sword energy attacking him reflected in his pupils.

Wind and fire are intertwined, the hotter the wind, the hotter the fire.

This is not a one-man sword.

At the end of the wind and fire, he saw two figures holding swords.

This is not a single person's sword, but a sword made by the strongest fire mage in the past and the strongest wind mage in the practice world.

At the moment of being swallowed by the sword energy, Wu Chanxu lowered his head and chuckled.

"There is such a thing."

He didn't expect that a dead person could join swords with a living practitioner.

If Lin Shubai was still alive, and the two swords of the mountain ghost combined, it would probably be like this.

This time, it wasn't that he lost, but that their luck was really bad.

After all, who can win under the cooperation of these two?

　"Black clouds overwhelm the city and the city is about to be destroyed, and the light of the armor opens to the golden scales of the sun. The sound of horns fills the sky, and in the autumn scenery, it is stuffed with swallow fat and condenses the night purple. The half-rolled red flag is facing Yishui, and the frost is heavy and the drum is cold. On the stage, I will carry the jade dragon to die for the king." --Tang Lihe, "Yanmen Taishou Xing".

　　
　
(End of this chapter)