Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1827 Fighting
Lord Yunzhong?
Ying Baoyue raised her head abruptly, staring closely at the eyeball on Wu Chanxu's arm.

This identity is both unexpected and reasonable.

Except for the mysterious Xirong national teacher, she really did not expect that there were other Xirong people who could cause such a big trouble.

But at the same time, Yun Zhongjun, who had been hiding his identity for more than ten years, suddenly revealed his name on his own initiative, and she felt very shocked.

When she met Yun Zhongjun on the battlefield, she felt indifferent and restrained when she saw him from a distance, as if nothing in the world had anything to do with him.

Such a person would take the initiative to reveal his identity?
Chess players have always been used to hiding behind the scenes.In the etiquette of the battle between high-level practitioners, the first and last names of each other should be reported, but it is hard for Ying Baoyue to imagine that the people of Xirong would pay attention to such etiquette.

When she met Yun Zhongjun in her previous life, he wore a mask and kept his head down. Ying Baoyue didn't even see his eyes. She couldn't tell whether the eyeball on Wu Chanxu's arm was Yun Zhongjun's eye.

"Yunzhongjun?"

Ji Mo raised the arm holding Yue Wangjian, his eyes were dim and hard to distinguish, "You are Yun Zhongjun?"

"I'm sorry to meet Donghuang Taiyi in such a state," the eyeballs on his arms blinked, "but from our standpoint, this meeting is the most appropriate."

"Hmph," Ji Mo snorted coldly, narrowing his eyes while looking at the brown eyes, "So you are afraid of death, so you hide in your apprentice's body evasively?"

"apprentice?"

Murong Yin looked at that eyeball, her voice was a little strange.

The master that Wu Chanxu had been talking about before was Yun Zhongjun?

Ying Baoyue looked at the confronting two people and didn't speak, she always felt that something was wrong.

The brown eyes were silent for a moment, and then he laughed in a strange tone, "I really can't hide anything from Nan Chu Guoshi."

"If you want to plant an avatar, you need a body of the same origin," Ji Mo said in a calm voice, aiming at the eyeball on Wu Chanxu's arm with the tip of his sword, "there is no more suitable body in this world than the apprentice I taught myself."

"You tried every means to send this trash in, isn't it just to open a way for yourself?"

When Ying Baoyue heard Ji Mo's words, the hand holding Murong Yin's arm suddenly tightened.

That's right, channel.

In the whole high-level ceremony, the performance of the Xirong people was very strange, but when everything was put together, everything made sense.

It was unreasonable for Chunyuye and Wu Chanxu to follow all the way desperately to climb to the top of the mountain.

The realm of these two people is not enough to pose a threat to the mountain ghost and the white tiger god. Even if they barely get close to the top of the mountain by hiding traces in the vast mountains, these two people will not be able to climb to the top of the mountain and see the mountain ghost.

Even if you see it, it won't work.

Wu Chanxu was pressed and rubbed on the ground by Murongyin before, which illustrates this point.

If there is no follow-up, Chunyuye and Wu Chanxu's adventure to the Xiling Snow Mountain will be useless except to lose two generals from the monastery.

But now Ying Baoyue finally understands that these two people didn't go up the mountain to achieve anything.

Their job is just to come.

The reason why Chunyuye made such a big commotion in front of the small road on the top of the mountain was to cover Wu Chanxu and let him take the opportunity to get to the top of the mountain.

And Wu Chanxu's entire existence is for this eyeball.

Everything they did was to send this eyeball to the top of Yunshou Peak.

The mountain ghost is not good at close combat. Her biggest asset to protect herself is the multiple barriers covering Yunshou Peak and even the entire Xiling Snow Mountain.

For so many years, Murong Yin has been hiding herself very well.

Even if Yun Zhongjun came in person, he might not be able to break through such a heavy barrier to reach Murongyin.

It is precisely because Xirong could not attack from the outside that Xirong adopted such a roundabout method.

The holding of the high-level ceremony gave low-level practitioners a chance to sneak into the Xiling Snow Mountain. Using a group of sky-level practitioners and Chunyu Yewu Chanxu's two pawns, Yun Zhongjun was finally able to break through the barrier and stand in front of Murongyin.

After thinking through all this, Ying Baoyue became deeply afraid of this man's scheming.

"Hahaha!"

Hearing what Ji Mo said, his eyes smiled even more joyfully.

"Ji Mo, you are very suitable for practicing the sorcery of our Xirong. I also have a method for fire mages to practice. Do you consider becoming our companion?"

Ji Mo also laughed, but the laughter was extremely sarcasm, "It doesn't matter about magic, but why should I find someone weaker than myself to learn?"

"Is it weak?"

A dark light flashed in the brown eyes, "Speaking of which, I have never participated in the ranking ceremony."

"I have never competed with the sons of God."

"A person who doesn't even dare to show his face, what kind of ceremony is he worthy of participating in?" Ji Mo turned his wrist and said flatly.

"Rats just stay in the gutter."

A dark light flashed in the brown eyes.

"careful!"

Ying Baoyue's eyes darkened, and she was suddenly embraced by Murongyin.

There was a shocking bang behind him.

The violent wind blew across his back like a knife, Ying Baoyue lay in Murongyin's arms and opened his eyes.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Li Ji half-kneeling behind a boulder, with the Juque sword stuck on the ground, and Bao Yuan Shouyi used all his strength to face the strong wind and the huge pressure of true energy.

Heaven-level practitioners can only barely protect themselves in this situation.

Ying Baoyue slowly opened her eyes wide.

The half-person-high boulder swayed in the strong wind, flying sand and rocks, the sky was dark, and the huge pressure of true energy washed away everything between the sky and the earth.

If she hadn't been protected by Murong Yin, the Son of God, she would have been crushed to pieces at this time.

Not far behind her, a battle of the highest level in the current practice world began.

"boom!"

Flames danced in the air, thunder bursts, like the end of the day.

The figures of Ji Mo and Wu Chanxu were gone, and on the empty mountaintop, only flames and thunderbolts could be seen.

Murongyin raised her head and stared at the two people who were moving at high speed.

At this moment, only she can clearly see the movements of these two people.

Unlike the unilateral massacre when facing her before, what happened at this moment was a real battle between the sons of gods.

Wu Chanxu's original scimitar was broken, but he pulled out another soft sword from nowhere.

The surface of the soft sword was as thin as paper, but wrapped in thunder light, it became as thick as a mace, and when it collided with Ji Mo's King Yue sword, it did not lose the slightest disadvantage.

The figures of the two kept moving and colliding on the icy lake, all the ice cracks on the icy lake shattered, and the lake water splashed everywhere.

Ji Mo's eyes were cold, but he kept swinging his sword, each sword carrying the force of wind and thunder.

Wu Chanxu's hands and feet were a little stiff, but he was able to catch every sword.

Watching the fierce sword fight between the two, Murong Yin's heart suddenly became cold.

"Hug the moon."

"Mr. Yunzhong..."

She hugged Ying Baoyue tightly in her arms and asked softly.

"Is he really a Thunderbolt?"

(End of this chapter)