[Chapter 1028 Moonlight is like a sword, a sword is like moonlight!] (4 more)

When Feng Ziyue stepped into the main hall, he only felt that his eyes were dark, and for a moment it seemed that he couldn't see.

In the main hall, the light is not deliberately blocked, and the reason for this effect is entirely because the light seems to have been sucked in by a person.

The decaying Great Shepherd sat in the center of the main hall, and the light around him had a strange turn, as if there was only a clear light around him in the entire dark hall.

I saw the silver light flashing, flying back and forth, and the great shepherd priest sat in it, although it was already old, but it showed a miracle you, which was daunting.

Even Feng Ziyue couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart, as if he had seen a cold sword blade.

The moonlight is like a sword, and the sword is like moonlight.

The moon lord is named after the "moon", and it has the magic of the moonlight, and the divine light around the body of the great shepherd is cold, but it is like the afterglow of the waning moon, from which you can comprehend a bit of peerless and cold sword intent.

"Drink!"

Feng Ziyue nodded and saluted, and was about to speak, but he listened to the big herd priest drink as a stick, full of energy, like the sound of thunder and thunder, he really didn't look like an old man who was dying, his eyes were open, and the light in his eyes was like electricity!

Out of the sword!

When you open your eyes, you will draw a sword!

The moonlight around the body of the Great Priest suddenly seemed to be triggered by something, turning into a sword shadow, piercing Feng Ziyue's eyebrows!

It's faster than the lightning!

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Hearing the shouting of the great shepherd, Xun Qingmei and the second shepherd priest were shocked, and looked back at the hall together.

Xun Qing's eyebrows were full of worry, and the second pastoral priest was also extremely worried.

However, the objects of concern of these two people are different.

Of course, Xun Qingmei was worried about Feng Ziyue's safety, but the second shepherd priest was worried about the body of the great shepherd.

"In the past five hundred years, the Great Shepherd Priest has never done anything again, and his current physical condition ......"

He frowned, "What did this young man do to ask the Great Shepherd to take action personally?"

Feng Ziyue is a true dragon in the first realm, although his martial arts are not weak, he has a record of surpassing the ninefold master of the Gathering Heaven Primal Realm, and in the ancient world, he also returned safely, but what virtue does he have, how can he let the Great Pastoral Sacrifice take action?

In the final analysis, he is only a martial artist of the Gathering Heaven Primal Realm, and the twelve priests of the Vermilion Bird Seven Residences Moon Lord Temple, except for the Xun Qingmei who has just been added, no one can beat him.

Xun Qingmei's heart sank, and he asked anxiously: "Zeng Mu Sacrifice, did the Great Mu Sacrifice make a move just now?"

This second shepherd's surname is Zeng, and he is also very kind on weekdays, and he is also familiar with Xun Qingmei in the Moon Lord Temple, Xun Qingmei is worried about Feng Ziyue in his heart, she is not knowledgeable enough in martial arts, so she naturally can't guess the situation in the hall, so she hurriedly asked Zeng Mudai.

Zeng Mu nodded, "Just now, the Great Elder used the moonlight as a guide to cause the heavens and the earth to change, and performed the Cold Moon Burial Poetry Soul Sword Technique...... This is a great loss of life......"

He paused, turned his head, looked at the expression on Xun Qingmei's face, frowned slightly, "This young man is your friend, you don't need to worry about him for the time being, the Great Shepherd Sacrifice may not want his life......

If the Great Pastoral Sacrifice wants to kill Feng Ziyue, then there is no need for him to take action in person, let alone use this cold moon burial poetry soul sword technique against the sky, you must know that this is a martial art that greatly reduces the number of lifespans, if it is not necessary, the Great Pastoral Sacrifice will definitely not return to it.

After this shot, I am afraid that the life of the Great Shepherd Sacrifice will officially enter the countdown.

This truth, in fact, Xun Qingmei also understands it, but she is worried about Feng Ziyue, where can she turn around.

"Cold Moon Burial Poetry Soul Sword Technique?"

"Hmm!"

Zeng Mu nodded, his eyes showing infinite yearning, "This is the secret of our Moon Lord Temple, not to mention our Vermilion Bird Seven Residences level temple, even if it is a star field level temple, no one can ......pass it on."

"When the Great Shepherd was young, he made great contributions to the Moon Lord, and this is why he passed on this Cold Moon Burial Poetry Soul Sword Technique, even if it was the Vermilion Bird Sword Saint that day, in front of this sword technique, he might not be able to win the battle......

The first master among the Seven Nights of the Vermilion Bird, the public recommendation is the Vermilion Bird Sword Saint Xiao Biling, this person's swordsmanship is superb, although he has been in retreat for 10,000 years, his prestige is still there.

However, if the Great Shepherd Sacrifice performs the Cold Moon Burial Poetry Soul Sword Technique, the Vermilion Bird Sword Saint may not be able to please him in front of him!

The secret of the Moon Lord Temple, how can it be so simple.

It's a pity that the burden of this sword technique is too great, and for the martial arts cultivation of the Great Mu Festival, it is still not enough to easily control this sword technique, and every time he uses it, it will cost a lot of longevity, so he is reducing the number of shots more and more.

In the past 500 years, let alone seen it, I have never heard of it being attacked by the Great Shepherd Priest.

Today, why did he use this cold and ruthless sword intent like moonlight?

The sword was like moonlight, and in just a flash, it had already attacked in front of Feng Ziyue, and Feng Ziyue's heart was clear, and he couldn't help but applaud this swordsmanship.

The six gods of the Heavenly Sword are engrossed, but they still can't see where this sword move comes from and where they go, which is a rare thing.

What a wonderful swordsmanship!

Like the moonlight, when the clear light is sprinkled all over the world, who knows where this moonlight comes from and where it is going?

Who first saw the moon on the riverside?

When did Jiang Yue shine at the beginning of the year?

This swordsmanship like moonlight, there is no trace to be found, nowhere to be found, it just makes people feel all kinds of emotions, as if they are looking up at the moon and realizing it in their hearts.

Feng Ziyue's body retreated sharply, but he knew in his heart that no matter what, he couldn't avoid the shroud of this sword technique.

- It's like you can't avoid the moonlight!

Even if the body is like electricity and travels thousands of miles in an instant, how can you avoid the shining clear light?

This sword is called "Thousands of Miles Gongchanjuan"!

Feng Ziyue's retreat was just to gain a gap for himself, otherwise, before he had time to react, he would be torn to pieces by this pervasive sword technique!

"Good!"

The Great Priest praised him, not knowing whether to praise his martial arts or his reaction.

No matter what, Feng Ziyue made the most correct choice in this instant, and indeed found a gap for himself.

- A gap in the sword!

"Drink!"

Feng Ziyue also shouted loudly, and the sword light was like an explosion, releasing dazzling light!

All the swordsmanship in the world he knows is not enough to fight against the sword intent of this cold moon burial poetry soul, and all he can choose is nothing more than a sword move that can barely resist with the same attributes.

Three-legged golden black sword!

The sun is blazing, like the red sun in the sky, and the three-legged golden crow patrols the world.

This is a sword move from the narrow path of a hundred steps, and it can also be ranked among the list of divine skills, and Feng Ziyue is the last trick of the three-legged golden black sword as soon as he makes a move-

- Ten Suns Burning the Sky!

The great blazing sunlight lit up in the room, dazzling and shining through the windows.

Zeng Musai and Xun Qingmei both exclaimed in surprise and looked into the hall worriedly.