Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 718 Wing Feather
Undead that do not exist in this world.

From the former Qin Dynasty to the Southern Chu Dynasty, the undead had been chasing her.

Turns out they've always been there.

After thinking about all the doubts in the past, Ying Baoyue clenched the sword in his hand and pointed at Murong Heng without hesitation.The anger in her eyes turned into an almost icy calm, "What do you want to do?"

When she arrived at the border of Southern Chu, it was the last time she confronted those men in black head-on.After Ji Jiashu appeared, the black-armored general disappeared with the killer.She thought that people with the national strength of Southern Chu would not appear again until the beginning ceremony.

During the first round of the crowd battle in the primary ceremony, the assassination in the dark and the ghost hitting the wall at the end caused hundreds of casualties.

Although she had a premonition, she did not expect that it was really the same group of people.

There were no major events in the middle rounds, but I didn't expect that in the final round, those people still slipped through the net.

She didn't even expect that these people were actually lurking among the disciples of Beihan Pavilion.

Is this deliberate, accidental, or...premeditated?
"What do we want to do?" Murong Heng looked at her with a smile as if he didn't understand what she said, "Who are you talking about, Your Highness?"

"Yeah, what is the former Princess Qin talking about?" The people in the audience also asked in doubt, "What have these two people been talking about since just now?"

"So that's how it is," Ying Baoyue was startled when he heard the words, and then took a deep breath, "I just wanted to ask you why you revealed this to me."

Those men in black have been hiding under the water. Murong Heng was trusted by the saintess of the Northern Wei Dynasty as a celebrity in Beihan Pavilion. With such a double identity, he dared to hint to her his true appearance.

She didn't know if the young man was too arrogant or if he thought she was a fool and couldn't figure it out.

But now she understood that this boy was just too smart.Smart enough to watch the world with a cold eye, she already knew that the world would not believe her words.

"It seems that Her Royal Highness understands my situation," Murong Heng said indifferently, a gleam of light flashed across his eyes pretending to be pity for some reason.

He stared at her quietly and said softly, "There has never been truth in this world, only power. With power, black can be turned into white, but people without power will not be believed."

Although he didn't expect this girl to be able to wear everything through some fragments of information, and he was a little scared when he saw her enlightened eyes, but the words of the people gave him confidence again.

"Even if you go out and tell people that I'm going to kill the King of Southern Chu, no one will believe you," Murong Heng raised the black sword in his hand, "what's more, you're going to die soon."

Dead men don't tell secrets.

"Ying Baoyue," Murong Heng's gaze followed the ridge of the black sword in his hand to Ying Baoyue's face, and he called her name for the first time.For some reason, Ying Baoyue felt that his voice was inexplicably aggravated by the surname Ying.

"Living in this world will only increase your torture." Murong Heng looked at her with strange eyes, "Since you like swords so much and want to get something that doesn't belong to you, then dying on the battle stage may be a good destination for you .”

It's better than falling into those hands.

"Let's end this suspenseless battle." Murong Heng looked at her coldly, "I'll ask you one last time, do you admit defeat?"

Ying Baoyue didn't know why the way this man looked at her changed. She stood up straight with her sword in hand, looked at him and smiled, "I will never admit defeat."

"I wanted to save you one more time, but I didn't expect there to be someone in this world who wanted to die like you." Murong Heng closed his eyes, and a frightening aura erupted from his body the next moment.

The color of the black sword in his hand seemed to change, becoming even blacker, and the sword energy was like a will-o'-the-wisp in the middle of the night.

"The Eighth Sword of the Fire Technique," Murong Heng said softly, pouring out all his true energy, "Fire tree and silver flower."

"Fire tree and silver flower?" Jiang Yuanyuan on the examiner's high platform looked at the scene like will-o'-the-wisps and said in astonishment, "Is that fire tree and silver flower?"

The fire magicians present also opened their eyes wide. The fire tree silver flower is a very common high-level fire sword move, but no one has ever seen a fire tree silver flower like this.

Fire Trees, Silver Flowers Never Night, a move that should have been resplendent like fireworks, has now become weird and abnormal.

Black flames, fishy phosphorous fire, starry night at noon, foreign objects as lanterns.

This is not a tree of fire that illuminates the night, it is an evil trick that makes the night darker and more treacherous!

The drops of phosphorous fire splashed on the blue blood bluestone, which was harder than the historical bluestone, and made a scalp-numbing chichi sound, leaving a deep hole in an instant!
"God, what the hell is this!" The people in the audience exclaimed, and some timid people covered their eyes in fright.

Even stones will be corroded to such an extent, it goes without saying what will happen to such a sword move with human flesh and blood.

Ji Jiashu on the examiner's high platform and Gui Chen in the audience opened their eyes wide and could not speak, they clenched their sleeves and tried their best not to shout.

Murong Heng quietly raised his head in the black flames, and looked at the girl who was already covered in wounds and barely stood up with the help of the sword.

He didn't attack immediately, and she should have seen the power of his sword move.

However, she still did not admit defeat.

The girl just clenched the sword in her hand and looked at him quietly, as if she was not afraid of any wind and rain, and would not compromise with any darkness.

"You asked for it!" Looking at those clear eyes that seemed to be untainted by any dirt, Murong Heng suddenly felt as if he had been scalded by something, and he felt severe pain from the bottom of his heart to the outside.

Why are there such clean people in this world?

Such people should disappear quickly!Only in this way can he convince himself that this world is a mess, and all he can do is sink with it.

He has been soaked in the mud for half his life, why should he be allowed to meet such a person now?
"Go to hell!" There was strange emotion in his eyes, and he finally chopped down the sword in his hand without the slightest hesitation.

Fire tree and silver flower is a sword move with one sword like a hundred swords.

On the stage, there was the sound of clashing swords and swords that made one's scalp tingle like a gust of wind and rain. In a very short period of time, Murong Heng really made hundreds of sword strikes!

Black flames splashed all over the sky, and everyone under the stage opened their eyes wide in the shadow of swords all over the sky.

"finished?"

Will-o’-the-wisps drifted, smoke and dust billowed, and blood splattered everywhere.

However, when the smoke and dust fell, people saw the girl standing in the sword marks.

The ground that was originally as hard as iron on the battle platform was actually scratched with hundreds of sword marks. In those sword marks that were as deep as cutting the earth, the girl's whole body was already stained red with blood, but she still stood. with.

"You..." Murong Heng's eyes also turned blood red, looking at the sword marks on the ground that could tear a human body into pieces, there was a trace of complicated and wish-fulfilling emotions in his eyes, looking at Ying Baoyue, "Your life is so real!" so big."

And Ying Baoyue also looked at the sword marks on the ground. She remembered that the top of the battle platform should be replaced. It is possible to insert the tip of the sword, but it is extremely difficult to cut it.

At this time, it was covered with ugly cracks in all directions.

The black sword split the ground, pulling out countless cracks.

She looked up at the sword in Murong Heng's hand, with complex emotions in her eyes, her heartbeat became extremely fast for some reason.

"This sword of yours..."

"Huh? My sword?" Murong Heng asked with a smile in a voice only she could hear, "What do you want to ask?"

"Where did this sword of yours come from?" Ying Baoyue stared intently at the sword that was neither gold nor iron, blacker than night.

"This sword? It's okay to tell you because you're going to die," Murong Heng pulled up a barrier, looked at her and smiled.

"This is made by the wings and feathers of the Eight Beast Gods. Is it powerful?"

Ying Baoyue's pupils shrank, and the tattoo on her collarbone suddenly felt a heart-piercing pain.

People in Qin prefer black, because black is the color of the eight beast gods who protect Qin.

Black wing feathers.

This is... the wings of the Soaring Snake!

　"At noon on a starry night, foreign objects are lanterns." --Song·Liu Wangzhi's "Ti San Xue Shan"

　　
　
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