Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 2481 Opponent

Ji Jiashu was silent for a moment, holding the Spring Thunder Sword, and gave Ying Xun a gentle smile.

"Just barely," Ji Jiashu touched his neck, "I'm not strong enough, and I relied on the help of the Black Tortoise God to barely get through this difficult time."

This smile made Ying Xun regain the feeling of Ji Jiashu in the past and he breathed a sigh of relief. But the next moment he suddenly discovered that there were several golden lines on the side of Ji Jiashu's neck, which looked like lightning.

"Chunhua, your neck..."

"I left it here," a young man in black suddenly appeared beside Ji Jiashu, scaring Ying Xun.

Looking at the pair of vertical pupils that were clearly not human, Ying Xun stuttered, "You...you are..."

"It doesn't matter who I am."

The black-clothed boy's pupils turned towards Ji Jiashu and said, "Listen carefully, kid. Three moves at most."

"With every move you make, one of the marks on your neck will disappear. If you still use your true energy after all the marks disappear, even I won't be able to protect your heart meridian. Your meridians will not be able to withstand the pressure of the true energy and will burst and die."

Ying Xun was terrified when he heard this, but Ji Jiashu held his sword and bowed to the young man in black, smiling, "Thank you for your help, senior."

He barely broke through and was originally unable to take part in the battle, but the God Xuanwu listened to his wish and helped him.

"Humph," the young man in black snorted coldly, "If you can survive this time, your future will be limitless. I can allow you to become my Son of God after you reach the second level."

When Ying Xun and the surrounding Former Qin officials heard this, their eyes changed when they looked at Ji Jiashu.

Any practitioner can understand what this promise means, and any heavenly-level practitioner will be ecstatic upon hearing it.

But Ji Jiashu's reaction was very calm.

"Thank you for your kindness, Senior," the young man saluted again, holding the sword, "I will try my best to survive."

The young man in black glanced at the dark clouds in the sky filled with thunder and lightning, squinted his eyes, and said, "I'm going back to the north."

The Northern Wei Dynasty now has no Son of God guarding it, and He cannot leave the guardian area for too long like Suzaku.

"Thank you, senior."

Ji Jiashu raised his head and sincerely thanked the young man in black in front of him.

The young man in black glanced at him, said nothing, and disappeared on the spot.

The strange phenomenon belonging to the God Xuanwu in the sky also disappeared.

This scene confirmed the identity of the young man in black. Many Former Qin officials fell to the ground with weak legs. Ying Xun barely managed to calm himself down and was about to ask Ji Jiashu what was going on with the brand, but he saw Ji Jiashu tightly holding the Spring Thunder Sword, staring intently at the top of the stairs.

The battle between Ying Baoyue and Yun Zhongjun continues.

The figures of the two were so fast that no cultivator could see them clearly. They could only see the sword light sliding in the air like stars. The high platform built of the hardest iron rock was already covered with sword marks.

"Chunhua," Ying Xun couldn't understand this battle. Now he finally had someone to discuss things with. He grabbed Ji Jiashu's arm and asked, "Who has the upper hand now?"

Ji Jiashu stared at the two spots of light that kept colliding on the stage and was silent for a moment, "Mr. Yunzhong."

"What?" Ying Xun's face turned pale. "Aren't they evenly matched?"

Ji Jiashu shook his head, "Yun Zhongjun didn't try his best."

After he ascended to the Heavenly Stage, he could finally barely see the two's movements. It seemed that the two were fighting back and forth, but Ying Baoyue had been attacking unilaterally, while Yun Zhongjun was just defending with his bare hands, but his defense was flawless.

From this point, it can be seen that Yun Zhongjun's strength is more dominant.

This is not surprising. Ying Baoyue has been fighting at a high intensity during this period of time. He has suffered serious losses internally. Now he has barely broken through. His condition is not at his peak at all. How can he be compared with Yun Zhongjun, who has been the Son of God for so many years.

But what Ji Jiashu didn't understand was why Yun Zhongjun only defended and didn't attack.

He clearly had the ability to defeat Ying Baoyue, but he dodged and didn't take the initiative to attack, as if he was hesitating and hiding something.

But what else does Yun Zhongjun have to worry about?

Ji Jiashu always felt that the master of the Zen temple who hid behind the Xirong practitioners and controlled everything was a little different from what he imagined.

The Western Rong practitioners he had met, such as Chunyu Ye and Wu Chanxu, were all crazier and more outrageous than the man in front of him.

This person... is so strange. If this continues, this battle is likely to change.

Ji Jiashu narrowed his eyes. Even though Yun Zhongjun was stronger than Ying Baoyue, Ying Baoyue had a sharpness and toughness that ordinary practitioners did not have. Although he had the upper hand, Ying Baoyue would never let go of any flaws of her opponent. She was best at defeating the strong with the weak.

You should know that what Ying Baoyue has been doing in the past year is to fight with practitioners who are stronger than himself.

"Bah!"

Sure enough, in the next moment, a pause appeared between the two light spots colliding at high speed.

Yun Zhongjun stepped back and stared ahead expressionlessly.

Ying Baoyue remained with his back to him, swinging his sword, motionless.

A blood mark gradually appeared on Yun Zhongjun's neck.

The mark was very shallow, with only a drop of blood slowly seeping out.

Compared with Yun Zhongjun, Ying Baoyue had more scars on his body, but this scene was enough to shock everyone.

Everyone knows what this shallow scar means among high-level practitioners.

Ying Baoyue injured Yun Zhongjun.

This is an unusual signal.

"If you don't show your true ability," Ying Baoyue slowly turned around and looked at Yun Zhongjun, "I will really chop off your head."

What exactly does this person want to do? Is he still testing her?

Yun Zhongjun smiled and said, "How long can your body last before you chop off my head?"

There is no firewood that can't be burned out in this world. After so many battles, any cultivator with eyes can see that Ying Baoyue's body has long been at the end of its strength, and now it is just holding on.

"You can give it a try," Ying Baoyue also laughed, "Is it me who falls first, or you who gets beheaded by me first?"

The Teng Snake and Suzaku in the sky seemed to be responding to her words, releasing enormous true energy pressure.

Yun Zhongjun put away his smile, and the next moment he looked at Ying Baoyue and smiled again.

"You are really crazy," he twirled his fingertips, "crazy people should be dealt with by crazy people. This old man is not good at it."

Ying Baoyue frowned, "What do you want to do?"

Ji Jiashu, who was standing on the steps, suddenly felt his scalp tingling, and the instinct of a cultivator deep in his sea of ​​consciousness sent out waves of warnings, as if he felt that something terrible was approaching at high speed.

"Baoyue, be careful!"

Ji Jiashu rushed up the stairs and protected Ying Baoyue with his back. The next moment, a huge ball of black mud streaked across the sky like a meteor and slammed in front of Ying Baoyue and Yun Zhongjun with a bang.

A foul stench filled the air, and countless mud spots splashed onto Ji Jiashu's back. Ying Baoyue suddenly drew his sword and cleared away the mud spots.

Her eyes passed through Ji Jiashu's shoulder and looked straight at the black mud in front of her.

"Hug the moon?"

Ji Jiashu noticed the stiffness of Ying Baoyue's body and slowly turned around.

When Ji Jiashu saw the person standing up from the black mud, he froze.

A thin figure staggered to his feet from the mud, the foul-smelling black mud dripped from his scarred face, revealing a pair of familiar green eyes.

……

……

The destined opponent...

It's a painful feeling