Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 312 Light
Just before the screams of the people around the ring exploded, Ji Jiashu realized that something was wrong when he realized that the girl beside him was wrong.This is the third time since today, Ying Baoyue thought he would never see this again, after all, the people on stage were from the Northern Wei Dynasty.

But this one still came out.

The moment the girl's expression changed, Ji Jiashu heard a very subtle sound of breaking through the air.The voice was too subtle, if it wasn't for the third time, he wouldn't be able to detect it. The moment he noticed it, his pupils shrank slightly.

Just because this time he already knew what it was.

Poison needle!

No one expected that the poisonous needle that appeared for the first time when Yeluqi, the little prince of the Northern Wei Dynasty attacked Xu Yishan, shot at Meng Shi from the crowd when Meng Shi, who was also from the Northern Wei Dynasty, stepped down!

On the ring stage, Meng Shi's pupils shrank, and he also noticed it when he was targeted by that murderous intent, but the speed of blowing arrows was so fast, almost instantly, if he hadn't discovered it in advance, he would have been impossible to guard against.

But what kind of person can be discovered before being targeted by poisonous needles?
Only when she was really targeted did she realize how difficult it was for the girl to dodge the poisonous needle in an instant.

Everything happened too fast.

Meng Shi drew his sword out of its sheath, but it was still a step too late given his level.

Ying Xun, who was behind him, also noticed it. He stretched out his hand, but he still couldn't catch up.

All of this happened too quickly, and it was only a moment of thought for a high-level practitioner. Although Ji Jiashu had noticed beforehand, he couldn't immediately decide whether to rescue him or not, whether it was the Northern Wei people or the stepson who was being targeted on the stage. And the girl beside him didn't speak...

speak...

Ji Jiashu's eyes froze for a moment. From the corner of his eye, he saw Ying Baoyue slightly opened his lips in a very short time, and he seemed to have noticed a slight pause just before opening his mouth.

The next moment, it was like responding to her feelings.

A bright sword light streaked across the entire arena!Instantly illuminate the entire Southern Chu Imperial Prayer Province!

The young girl by the window opened her eyes wide, and the sword wind blew out the lamp tree by the stage, but when the night was shrouded in darkness, the snow-white sword light was dazzling enough to catch everyone's attention.

"Bright Sword?"

Ji Jiashu's heart skipped a beat, and he looked at the picture in front of him in astonishment.

With a light ding, two pieces of black debris that only practitioners could see fell on the ring.

Ji Jiashu focused his attention on it, and his heart was shocked the moment he saw it.

Under the light of that sword, the poisonous needle that melted into the night was split in two.

Being able to split the poisoned needle in half in an instant can only prove that the speed and accuracy of this sword are astonishingly high.

"What... what kind of sword is this?" Only then did the other cultivators react. Chen Zichu looked at the sword marks on the ring that almost split the stage in two, and was speechless in surprise.

A sword mark running through the ten-foot-square arena was actually used to split a small poisonous needle.

But it did it, making all the practitioners who understand this sword feel cold.

At that moment just now, the sword was actually discovered after the poisonous needle was shot out. The poisonous needle was shot first but was caught up, which is enough to prove how fast the sword is.It is obviously such a powerful sword, but its speed is faster than a needle!
What's even more frightening is that this sword was not made by Meng Shi, the stepson of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

All practitioners who watched this scene had only one question in their minds.

What kind of sword is this?Whose sword is this?

Meng Shi stared blankly at the sword marks on the ground with the hilt in his hand, his eyes were surprised but not surprised, and when the murderous sword struck just now, he did not avoid it.

Although he didn't expect it, he knew the sword well.

The person who drew the sword was someone he knew.

Ji Jiashu pinched the window frame tightly, and saw Ying Baoyue leaning on the railing to look into the distance, and suddenly looked to the next direction of the ring. He followed her gaze and was slightly taken aback.

On the northeast side of the arena, stood a young man holding a sword.

There were very few people around him, and those who were a little closer to him at this time seemed to notice something and looked at him one after another, but the moment they saw the boy's face, they showed a hint of disgust, but they backed away a little.

Ying Baoyue stared quietly at the figure.

"This person is..." Chen Zichu also noticed Ying Baoyue's gaze at this moment, and he was slightly taken aback when he saw it.

"Mo Hua?"

"Could it be that the sword just now..."

Ji Jiashu looked at the boy holding the sword in the corner and said, "It's him."

Mo Hua.

Although he had heard of such a character in the Northern Wei Dynasty's team before, he had never paid much attention to this name among the famous young geniuses on the mainland.I also heard that this man named Mo Hua was disliked by the Northern Wei team because of his ugly appearance, and he just followed the Northern Wei stepson every day. Those who didn't know thought it was Meng Shi's follower.

The Northern Wei saintesses were dissatisfied with Meng Shi's preparation to let Mo Hua play just now. It can be seen that no one in the Northern Wei team believed in his strength.

But it was such an unremarkable young man, no one thought that he would be astonishing if he didn't make a move.

Still such an amazing sword.

Ying Baoyue looked at Mo Hua who was standing behind the crowd. Just when Meng Shi, the stepson of the Northern Wei Dynasty, was attacked by a poisonous needle shot by a black hand from nowhere in the crowd, it was this young man who swung his sword to protect everyone. Step-son of the native country.

On the ring stage, Meng Shi looked at Mo Hua from a distance, with a hint of apology in his eyes.

Seeing Mo Hua who put away his sword and separated from the crowd to the ring, Meng Shi said hoarsely, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Mo Hua shook his head, "Just let me play this game at first, and you will be fine, brother."

If you let him play this game, maybe he can win too.

Ji Jiashu stared at the young man who was walking towards the ring, and the sword light appeared in front of his eyes, his gaze sank slightly.

"It's actually this Mo Hua..." Chen Zichu frowned and looked downstairs. The officer of ceremony was in a panic ordering the palace people to re-light the lamps. Use such a powerful swordsmanship.

He hadn't seen this sword technique yet.

"What was that sword just now?" Chen Zichu looked at Ji Jiashu, and Ying Baoyue and Xu Yishan also looked at it.

"Is it the Thunder Sword? Why haven't I seen it before?" Chen Zichu frowned.

There are also many practitioners at the side of the ring asking.Mo Hua is a normal person from the Northern Wei Dynasty, and he is also a thunderbolt. Although the sword move just now looks unfamiliar, the thunderbolt sword is different from the fire sword. Except for the thundercaster, other practitioners are not very familiar with its sword moves. I wasn't too flustered for a moment.

Chen Zichu was also like this, but at this moment Ji Jiashu fixedly looked downstairs and said, "It's not the sword technique of the Nine Swords of Lei Fa."

"No?" Chen Zichu's eyes widened, "Could it be your swordsmanship..."

Among the Four Swords School of Wind, Fire, Water and Thunder, Lei Fa Sword is also a special school.That is, although there are not many mainstream swordsmanship of Lei Fajian, there are many wild swordsmanship.The thunder method is violent, and the users also love to act recklessly, and like to create original swordsmanship, but unlike the original creations of Da Siming and Shao Siming, most of the swordsmanship created by ordinary practitioners are not mature enough, they can only be regarded as semi-finished products and will not be recognized by the official. admit.

However, among these Yeluzi swordsmanship, there are quite a few that can stand on the stage.

And these often have different strengths.

Chen Zichu's gaze sank slightly, as if the young Leifa sword master next to him had mastered some kind of sword technique.

"It's somewhat similar to my situation, but not the same." Ji Jiashu said quietly.

"Sure enough, you know that sword technique." Chen Zichu stared at him closely, "What the hell is that?"

Amidst the noise downstairs, Ji Jiashu was silent for a moment, Ying Baoyue looked at him and asked, "What kind of sword is the Bright Sword?"

Ji Jiashu was taken aback, his voice just now was already very low, did he still hear it?
Bright Sword...

When Meng Shi was attacked, Mo Hua swung the bright sword with one blow.

"The Bright Sword is a branch of the Thunder Sword. I have only seen it once from a distance. Its rank can probably be ranked behind the eighth sword of Thunder."

Ji Jiashu looked at Mo Hua who was focusing on Meng Shi at the side of the ring, paused and said.

"After the eighth sword?" Chen Zichu was speechless, "Then this power is about the same as the ninth sword?"

"It's also strange this year. Why did the high-level swordsmanship of the four major sword sects appear?" He sighed weakly.

But compared to this, there are more incomprehensible things today.

"Compared to this sword technique," Chen Zichu frowned looking at the broken poisonous needle in the arena, "What's the matter with this poisonous needle?"

"How come people in the Northern Wei Dynasty were also attacked by poisonous needles?"

Ying Baoyue's eyes were fixed.

This poisonous needle appeared for the first time when Prince Yeluqi of the Northern Wei Dynasty fell into a disadvantage. It is not difficult to suspect that it was the black hand of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

But at this time, the people of the Northern Wei Dynasty themselves were also murdered.

This poisonous needle appeared for the third time, but it made everything more confusing.

Ying Baoyue clenched her painful wrist.

Who is behind this poisonous needle?
(End of this chapter)