[Chapter 1028 Moonlight is like a sword, sword is like moonlight! 】(4 more)
[Chapter 1,028 The moonlight is like a sword, the sword is like moonlight!] (4 updates)
When Feng Ziyue stepped into the main hall, he felt that his eyes were darkened, and he seemed to be unable to see for a moment.
In the main hall, the light was not deliberately blocked. The reason for this effect was entirely because the light seemed to be sucked in by a person.
The decayed Archbishop sat in the center of the hall, and the light around him changed strangely, as if there was only a clear light around him in the entire dark hall.
I saw the silver light flashing and the catkins flying back and forth, and the great priest was sitting in it. Although he was already very old, he still showed a mysterious presence, which made people fearful.
Even Feng Ziyue couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, as if he had seen the cold edge of a sword.
The moonlight is like a sword, and the sword is like moonlight.
The name of the Moon Lord is "Moon", which itself has the magical power of moonlight. The divine light around Dai Muji's body is cold and cold, more like the afterglow of the waning moon. From it, we can understand a bit of peerless and cold sword intent.
"drink!"
Feng Ziyue nodded and saluted, and was about to speak when he heard the great priest giving a blow. He was full of energy, just like the sound of thunder and thunder. He really didn't look like an old man who was dying. He opened his eyes, and his eyes were as bright as lightning.
!
Draw your sword!
Open your eyes and draw the sword!
The moonlight around Da Muji suddenly seemed to be attracted by something and turned into a sword shadow, piercing Feng Ziyue's eyebrows!
Faster than lightning and flint!
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Hearing the loud shouts of the chief priest, Xun Qingmei and the second priest were shocked, and both looked back at the main hall.
Xun Qingmei looked worried, and the second pastor was also extremely worried.
However, the two people are worried about different objects.
Of course Xun Qingmei was worried about Feng Ziyue's safety, but the second pastor was worried about the body of the great pastor.
"In the past five hundred years, the Great Priest has never taken action. His current physical condition..."
He frowned, "What on earth did this young man do to require the Great Priest to take action himself?"
Feng Ziyue is a true dragon of the first realm. Although his martial arts is not weak, he has a record of surpassing the ninth level master of the first level of Jutian. He also returned safely in the ancient world. But what virtues and abilities does he have?
Take action?
In the final analysis, he is only a warrior in the first realm of Jutian. Among the twelve priests of the Suzaku Qisu Yue Lord Temple, except for the newly recruited Xun Qingmei, anyone can defeat him.
Xun Qing's eyebrows froze, and he asked urgently: "Zeng Muji, was it Da Muji who took action just now?"
The second shepherd's surname was Zeng. He was usually very kind. He was familiar with Xun Qingmei in the Moon Lord Temple. Xun Qingmei was worried about Feng Ziyue. She didn't know enough about martial arts, so naturally she couldn't guess the main hall.
Regarding the situation, he quickly asked Zeng Muji.
Zeng Muji nodded, "Just now, the Great Elder used the moonlight as a guide to cause changes in the world and used the Cold Moon Burial Poetry Soul Sword Technique... This will greatly reduce the life span..."
He paused, turned his head, looked at the expression on Xun Qingmei's face, and frowned slightly, "Is this boy your friend? You don't need to worry about him for the time being. Da Muji's attack may not be to kill him.
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If the Great Priest wanted to kill Feng Ziyue, then there was no need for him to take action himself, and there was no need to use the heaven-defying Leng Yue Poem Soul Burial Sword Technique. You must know that this is a martial art that greatly reduces life span. If it is not necessary,
The Great Priest will never be used again.
After this attack, the life of the Great Priest has officially entered a countdown.
Xun Qingmei actually understood this truth, but she was worried about Feng Ziyue, so she couldn't change it.
"Leng Yue Burial Poetry Soul Sword Technique?"
"Um!"
Zeng Muji nodded, with a look of infinite yearning in his eyes, "This is a secret that is not passed down in our Moon Lord Temple. No one can obtain it, let alone our Suzaku Qisu level temple, even the Star Territory level temple.
pass……"
"When the Great Priest was young, he made great contributions to the Moon Master, and then he passed on the Cold Moon Poetry Soul Burial Sword Technique. Even the Suzaku Sword Master back then might not be able to win with certainty against this sword technique...
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The number one master among the Zhuque Qisu is recommended to be the Suzaku Sword Saint Xiao Biejie. This man's swordsmanship is superb. Although he has been in seclusion for thousands of years, his reputation is still there.
But if the Great Priest uses the Cold Moon Burial Poetry Soul Sword Technique, the Suzaku Sword Master may not be able to gain favor in front of him!
The untold secret of the Moon Lord Temple is not that simple.
It's a pity that the burden of this sword technique is too great. For Dai Muji's martial arts training, it is still not enough to easily control this sword technique. Every time he uses it, it consumes a lot of life, so he is getting more and more
Reduce the number of shots taken.
In the past five hundred years, I have never heard of anyone being attacked by the Great Priest, let alone seen him.
Today, why did he use this sword intention that was as cold and ruthless as moonlight?
The sword was like moonlight, and with just a flicker, it had already struck in front of Feng Ziyue. Feng Ziyue's heart was clear and he couldn't help but cheer loudly for this sword skill.
The six Heavenly Sword Gods were concentrating their attention, but they still couldn't see where the sword move came from or where it was going. This was a rare thing.
What a wonderful swordsmanship!
Just like the moonlight, when the clear light shines all over the sky and the earth, who knows where the moonlight comes from and where it is going?
Who by the river saw the moon for the first time?
When did Jiang Yue shine on people?
This swordsmanship, which is like moonlight, has no trace and nowhere to be found. It just makes people feel all kinds of emotions, as if they are looking up to see the moon and understanding in their hearts.
Feng Ziyue retreated sharply, but he knew in his heart that no matter what, he could not avoid the envelope of this sword technique.
——It’s like being unable to avoid the moonlight!
Even if his body is like lightning and he can travel thousands of miles in an instant, how can he avoid the clear radiance that shines all over him?
This sword is called "sharing the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart"!
Feng Ziyue's retreat was just to gain a gap for himself. Otherwise, he would have been torn to pieces by this all-pervasive swordsmanship before he could even react!
"good!"
The Daimuji praised him, whether he was praising his martial arts or his reaction.
No matter what, Feng Ziyue made the most correct choice in this blink of an eye, and indeed found a gap for himself.
——A gap to draw the sword!
"drink!"
Feng Ziyue also shouted loudly, and the sword light was like an explosion, emitting a dazzling light!
All the sword techniques he knows in the world are not enough to confront the sword intent of Leng Yue Burial Poetry Soul. All he can choose are sword moves with incompatible attributes that can barely resist.
Three-legged Golden Crow Sword!
The sun is blazing like a red sun in the sky, and a three-legged golden crow is patrolling the world.
This sword move obtained from the hundred-step narrow path can also be ranked on the list of magical skills. Feng Ziyue's last move is the final move of the three-legged Golden Crow Sword -
——Ten Yang Burns the Sky!
The huge blazing sunlight lit up in the small room, dazzling and shining from the window.
Zeng Muji and Xun Qingmei both exclaimed and looked worriedly into the main hall.