Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 610
Song Qian's screams came from the high platform, and at the same time, Ying Baoyue under the high platform bent down at the same time.

"Moon?"

Everything happened too fast, Gui Chen, who was originally distracted by the fierce battle on stage, suddenly turned around, he had never seen Ying Baoyue react like this, "What's wrong with you?"

On the battle stage, Song Qian's wailing continued through the formation, and no one knew what happened.

And Guichen didn't know what happened to the people around him.

"I'm fine," Ying Baoyue held her chest tightly and raised her head, looking at the chaotic battle stage.

It's hot.

The ruby ​​on her chest was so hot that it burned even her skin.

Ever since she traveled back to this world, the ruby ​​that caused her to travel has been very peaceful, and she has never had such a reaction.

In the end what happened?
The flames on the stage were so bright that no one could see what happened.At the last moment, everyone saw that Song Qian drew his sword and stabbed Ye Siyuan, but at this moment, it was Song Qian's cry that sounded from the stage.

The voice was so miserable that everyone was terrified.

But at this moment, the flames dissipated, the smoke cleared, and everyone saw the scene in front of them with wide-eyed eyes.

Looking at this scene, everyone seemed to see what happened just now.

Song Qian was worthy of his title as Tang's stepson, he made a move as soon as he said it, the sword was extremely crisp and sharp, the Longquan sword shone coldly, and it hit Ye Siyuan's throat in an instant!
Ye Siyuan's sword was only attached to the scabbard loosely in front of his chest. It was not a sword technique, and it didn't seem to have any lethality.

Ye Siyuan did not draw his sword out of its sheath,

The tip of the Longquan sword pierced the skin of Ye Siyuan's throat, and a drop of blood dripped out.

However, at this moment, Song Qian's sword-holding hand froze suddenly, as if Mount Tai was pressing down on him. Cold sweat dripped from the corner of Song Qian's forehead, and the sword in his hand could no longer take a step forward.

This is what everyone saw.

The sword in Song Qian's hand froze in front of Ye Siyuan's throat, and the sword in Ye Siyuan's hand remained empty and horizontal in front of him.However, cold sweat rolled on Song Qian's forehead, and veins burst out on his forehead, neck, and back of his hands, as if he was enduring great pain.

He clenched his lips tightly, but the howl of pain still burst out from between his teeth.He was clearly unharmed, but he seemed to be suffering thousands of cuts from invisible swords!

"This is..." Jiang Yuanyuan said in a daze on the high platform.

Song Qian's appearance does not seem to be fake, he is indeed suffering some kind of invisible attack, and this attack is...

"It's sword intent."

Ji Jiashu clenched the hilt of the Chunlei sword tightly, gritted his teeth and opened his mouth.

It is impossible to guard against, and kills invisible.

The sword has not been drawn yet, the sword energy is scorching, and the sword intent has come out.

"You..." Song Qian couldn't move his whole body, as if he was being burned by a raging fire.

"It hurts." At this time Ye Siyuan looked at him and suddenly smiled, "Can't you see it?"

"Do you know why you can't see it?" Ye Siyuan smiled contemptuously, "Because people can't see the breath when they face the existence far beyond themselves."

"I said, if I draw the sword, you are already dead."

Ye Siyuan smiled triumphantly, with a hint of cruelty in his eyes, "And you, you are not entitled to see my sword."

"If I don't draw my sword, I can kill you."

After speaking, he slowly clenched the sword in front of his chest, and slashed at Song Qian with the scabbard!
There was a crackling sound on the battle stage, it was obviously a battle between two fire mages, but there seemed to be a thunderbolt in the sky above, and the surging true essence hit the big formation beside the battle stage with a clattering sound.

A strong wind blew past the ears of everyone in the audience, and everyone raised their heads in a daze, looking at the inconspicuous scabbard in Ye Siyuan's hand, as if it released a violent wind and waves in an instant, and the violent coercion could be suppressed even through a large formation. Take your breath away!
A sword is like ten thousand swords.

And in such a huge sword intent, Song Qian was ruthlessly rolled up like a small boat in the wind and waves, and he was slammed on the big formation with his sword and man.

With a bang, the Longquan sword was released from his hand, and Song Qian opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood.

The audience was in an uproar.

This is not the first time I have seen a scene in this elementary ceremony, but it is definitely a battle with the smallest gap in realm and the largest gap in lethality.

Ye Siyuan's blow with his sword before he drew his sword actually caused Song Qian, who was also at the sixth rank, to be seriously injured to the point of being unable to recover!
Everyone looked at the young man standing proudly on the high platform... with a sword in his hand.

No one expected that this sword would have such power before it was drawn out of its sheath, it was completely different from what it was seen at the Banquet of Jixia, and it was even somewhat...

"It tastes like being held by your father." Jiang Yuanyuan said with a sullen face on the high platform, with a serious expression that he had never seen before.

Ji Jiashu looked at the two people on the battle stage without speaking, and before he could speak the next moment, his pupils shrank suddenly.

The exclamation of the people came from below the battle stage.

Because Song Qian was seriously injured and fell to the ground on the battle stage, but Ye Siyuan's sword that hadn't been cut down completely hadn't stopped yet!

According to the fierce sword intent on the sword in his hand, Song Qian might even be smashed to pieces with this sword!

"Master Ye, what are you doing? Hurry up and stop!" The examiner's panicked voice came from one side, but Ye Siyuan's eyes were full of excitement and cruelty.

"Didn't you say I'm weak? Huh? Didn't you bet on the former Qin Princess to win at the Jixia Banquet? Huh?" Ye Siyuan shook the long sword that made him feel extremely powerful, and looked at the ground like a dead dog, unable to move. Song Qian finally laughed heartily.

Ye Siyuan's wild laughter rang in his ears, and Ying Baoyue's pupils shrank under the battle stage.

Back then at the Jixia Banquet, Zhong Tang's step-son did bet 1000 taels on her to win.But this was just a momentary fun, and it had nothing to do with her and Song Qian being strangers, but Ye Siyuan actually remembered this, and still held grudges to this day?

And because of such a trivial matter, he actually wanted to kill him?
Holding a powerful power that does not belong to him, the young man seemed intoxicated and crazy, and he wanted to try the power of the sword in his hand.

"It's just a piece of trash from the middle Tang Dynasty. It's your good fortune to try this sword." Ye Siyuan looked at Song Qian and laughed, and without hesitation slashed the sword in his hand at the young man in the pool of blood on the ground.

The sword energy is like a rainbow, tearing everything apart.

Even the examiners on one side were suppressed by the sword wind and took a step back before they could stop them. Everyone gasped, and blood was about to splatter on the spot!
Ying Baoyue tightly clenched the clothes on her chest, feeling that the piece of jade on her chest was about to burn.

Ye Siyuan's sword had already struck out, and blood burst from Song Qian's body.

Screams rang out from the audience.

But in the midst of the lightning, on the battle platform, there was another thunderous sound.

There was an explosion of thunder, and a huge cloud of dust rose from the battle platform.

Everyone's eyes widened, not knowing what happened.

(End of this chapter)