Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 2480 God War

As the sun sets, red light rises into the sky.

The people who were under the high platform and could not raise their heads due to the pressure of the gods, raised their heads at the sound of a sharp sword and saw a red light shooting straight into the sky.

The Teng Snake flapped its wings and the Vermillion Bird chirped.

Under the red light, the girl's frail figure was revealed, and there seemed to be an endless flame burning on her body.

Just outside the flames, there were actually layers of rippling water light.

This is an extremely strange scene.

"This is……"

"Same as nine years ago..."

An immortal official with white hair and beard who was kneeling on the ground raised his head and stared at the figure standing on the high platform.

"It's the same as nine years ago..."

Nine years ago, he was just a minor official serving in a corner of Ganlu Palace. He only saw Princess Zhaoyang breaking through the pain through the gap in the crowd.

He will never forget that scene.

It was a scene of a young girl standing in a burning flame.

He didn't think he would see such a sight again in his lifetime.

The girl walked out of the flames, and the flames faded away from the surface of her body little by little like a flow. She opened her eyes, and her eyes were more captivating than the flames, as if they filled the entire world.

"Your Highness, the realm has been broken!"

Someone shouted from under the high platform, and the elderly immortal official trembled all over and bent down in submission.

The other immortal officials from the Imperial Prayer Province behind him were stunned for a moment, and then one after another, they leaned down.

When they heard the news that Ying Baoyue was the reincarnation of Shao Siming, many immortal officials in Yudou Province did not believe it. But now there are some things they cannot help but believe.

It has nothing to do with appearance, background, bloodline or age.

Only that woman could do this again and again in the face of adversity.

"It's Shao Siming!"

"Master Shao Siming is back!"

"The eight gods of our Former Qin are back!"

Standing on the high platform, Yun Zhongjun narrowed his eyes and looked at the excited Former Qin immortal officials below the platform with a playful smile on his face.

Ying Baoyue turned around holding the sword and looked at the hidden man behind him, "I thought you would stop me from breaking through."

Yun Zhongjun's style of doing things is really unpredictable.

Although she had the Suzaku and Teng Snake as guardians, she was so close to him that Yun Zhongjun could disrupt her breakthrough with just a slight move.

But this person did nothing, including when Li Ji broke through the realm just now. Yun Zhongjun just stood there and watched coldly, with no intention of stopping it at all.

  What the hell is he thinking?

Even with Guitai and himself, he now had two more level 2 practitioners on his side. If Ji Jiashu succeeded in breaking through again, the power gap between the two sides would be almost completely made up.

But Yun Zhongjun still looked calm and unhurried.

"Even if you succeed in breaking through, what will happen?"

The masked man chuckled, "In your previous life, you were a goddess of the second level, and the Great Sima was a human god. Did you win in the end?"

Ying Baoyue felt a slight chill in his heart.

"Look at this group of people," Yun Zhongjun raised his chin and pointed at the immortal officials under the high platform, "one foot they thought you were a witch, and the next foot they changed their words just because you are useful now."

"Even though the Great God of Destiny was unrivaled in the world of cultivation, his body is still nowhere to be found."

The man smiled, "Compared to the unpredictable human heart, what's the use of a high level of cultivation?"

There was a place in Ying Baoyue's heart that was deeply stabbed. She clenched her fists, and blood oozed from between her fingers. "Shut up."

"how?"

The smile on Yun Zhongjun's face became more and more obvious. "Did I get it right?" Ying Baoyue raised his sword. "I'll chop off your head first, and then you can tell me whether your realm is useful."

A sharp sword energy flew towards Yun Zhongjun. Yun Zhongjun's eyes flashed slightly and he stretched out his hand and pressed down.

  Bang!

The bricks between the two people shattered layer by layer, splashing up large clouds of smoke and dust.

As the smoke and dust settled, the piece of cloth turned into ashes and fell into a large pit on the ground.

The wide sleeve on Yun Zhongjun's right side was torn, revealing his skinny arm, but there were no scars on his hand.

Ying Baoyue's eyes turned stern.

She had just broken through to an unstable state, and this attack made her blood surge in her chest, but there was no doubt that this was a second-level attack.

Yun Zhongjun actually blocked the attack with his bare hands.

Although he did not catch the sword with his bare hands, but instead used the energy in his palm to change the direction of the sword and directed the sword energy to the ground, his strength was still incredibly amazing.

What Ying Baoyue couldn't understand the most was that Yun Zhongjun had not taken out his weapon yet.

From the way he blocked her sword moves, Ying Baoyue realized that this man was undoubtedly a swordsman.

You are a swordsman, so why don't you use a sword?

There is no point in hiding one's strength in such a situation. Even if she is weaker than him, it is impossible for Yun Zhongjun to be unscathed if he catches the sword with his bare hands.

  What on earth is this person thinking about?

Ying Baoyue raised the sword tip in front of him, ready for the second strike. "Don't you want to use the sword?"

Yun Zhongjun smiled slightly, "I don't even need a sword to deal with you."

"What a big tone you have," Ying Baoyue was not angry at being looked down upon, and the next moment her figure disappeared from the spot.

At this time, Ying Xun had been protected by the old Qin warriors and retreated to the middle of the stairs, coming to the side of Ji Jiashu who was about to break through. He raised his head in the strong wind and saw this scene.

"So fast!"

Ying Xun blurted out, his heart pounding wildly.

Even though he had watched the battles between Ying Baoyue and high-level practitioners many times during the intermediate and high-level ceremonies, it was the first time he saw the battle between the Sons of God.

The same is true for the other practitioners below the platform.

The Sons of God have always been separated from each other and will never fight each other unless it is a battle of rank.

However, in the past, only heavenly-level practitioners were qualified to watch the battles of rank between the Sons of God.

At this moment, this is probably the first battle between the sons of gods that takes place in public on the Shanhai Continent.

At the moment Ying Baoyue disappeared, Yun Zhongjun raised his right hand and used the knife to chop towards the left side of his body.

Ying Baoyue appeared on his left side, but at the moment when Yun Zhongjun chopped down with his knife, she had already taken a step and twisted her body, stabbing at his right side with a sword. Yun Zhongjun made a feint and turned back with his elbow as the base point. Ying Baoyue slashed at his knee with a sword in advance, but Yun Zhongjun's toes were already waiting there, kicking at Ying Baoyue's wrist...

  Swish!

Swish!

Swish!

Ying Xun opened his eyes wide and looked at the figure that appeared and disappeared, feeling a stinging pain in his eyes. The other high-level practitioners below were also all overwhelmed.

too fast.

Both of them predicted their own movements, and their speed of reaction and attack was so fast that it was beyond human limits.

  Is this the battle between the heavenly ranks?

Unlike what Ying Xun had imagined before, the battle between the Sons of God would be a battle of powerful moves, the battle between Ying Baoyue and Yun Zhongjun was actually a close combat.

Every move made by the two was an almost extreme combination of true energy, strength and swordsmanship, and contained nearly perfect killing skills.

An ordinary practitioner, even a high-level practitioner, would not survive for more than a second if they were in that situation.

Just watching from a distance is breathtaking.

Just when Ying Xun was about to lose his balance under the pressure of Zhen Yuan, a hand reached out from beside him and supported his arm.

Ying Xun suddenly turned his head and looked at the young man standing next to him, "Chunhua?"

Ji Jiashu stood beside him, the lightning and thunder had faded from his body. His clothes were still tattered, but all the wounds on his body had healed.

Ying Xun stared at him blankly, feeling that Ji Jiashu's aura was unfamiliar.

"You succeeded in breaking through?"