The full moon has set in the west, and the lights in the distance have dimmed.
Lu Xiaofeng had already arrived on the eaves of the Hall of Supreme Harmony.
Even Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng were already standing on both sides of the roof of the Hall of Supreme Harmony.
Both of them were dressed in white, spotless.
The two of them are also like their swords, cold and sharp. They have not yet been unsheathed, but they are already powerful.
However, Ye Gucheng didn't seem to be in good condition. He looked extremely pale and even coughed from time to time.
Ximen Chuixue remained expressionless, seemingly turning a blind eye to this.
The two looked at each other for a long time.
Ye Gucheng raised his sword and said, "This sword belongs to the overseas cold sword elite. It has broken hair, a blade of three feet and three feet, and a net weight of six kilograms and four taels."
Ximen Chuixue said: "What a sword."
Ye Gucheng said: "It is indeed a good sword."
Ximen Chuixue also raised his sword and said coldly: "This sword is the most powerful weapon in the world. Its blade is three feet and seven inches, and its net weight is seven kilograms and thirteen taels."
Ye Gucheng said: "Good sword."
Ximen Chuixue said: "It is a good sword."
Although the swords of both of them have been raised and are in the most comfortable and suitable position for drawing the sword, they have not yet been unsheathed.
This is because drawing a sword is the most basic but also the most important method in swordsmanship. The two of them obviously have to compete once, and from here on they will compete.
Seeing that the situation is on the verge of breaking out, the competition is about to begin.
Wei Ziyun suddenly said: "Both of you are masters of swordsmanship in the world, and are highly respected by the world. Of course you don't, and there is no need to quench poison on the sword, or hide information from the agency.
It's just that this battle will definitely be remembered in the past and be passed down to future generations. I wonder if the two of them can exchange their swords for inspection to show fairness and trust. "
However, Zhao Mingyuan felt that he was just trying to gain popularity and wanted to be a notary in a sword duel between two people.
In the future, whenever someone mentions this once-in-a-century competition, they will inevitably mention him a few words.
Then he, Wei Ziyun, can be considered a disguised form of leaving his name for future generations.
Who in the world would not give him some face if he mentioned this matter?
Ye Gucheng immediately replied: "I will obey the order."
Ximen Chuixue responded with silence. After a long time, she nodded slowly.
In fact, a month ago, he would never have agreed.
How can a swordsman leave his sword?
Your own sword, only death can separate it from yourself.
Besides, it was before a life and death battle.
However, the Ximen Chuixue of today is no longer the Ximen Chuixue of a month ago.
He has changed. He is no longer a cold and ruthless killing sword, but has the warmth of a human being.
Ximen Chuixue said slowly: "My sword can only be given to one person."
Everyone can guess this person.
Wei Ziyun said: "Is it Daxia Lu?"
Ximen Chuixue said: "It's him."
"Where's Ye Daxia's sword?" Wei Ziyun asked Ye Gucheng.
Ye Gucheng said: "If you don't bother the two masters, you will also bother Daxia Lu."
Even though Lu Xiaofeng felt a lot of reluctance in her heart, she had no choice but to step forward and take the swords from Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng one by one.
According to the rules, Lu Xiaofeng should now exchange their swords and hand Ximen Chuixue's sword to Ye Gucheng for closer inspection, while letting Ximen Chuixue inspect Ye Gucheng's sword. This is only fair.
However, Lu Xiaofeng put both swords in their sheaths under her arm. She turned her hands and unsheathed them. Suddenly, the sword energy soared into the sky and shone brightly in all directions. Even the bright moon in the sky seemed to have lost its color.
Lu Xiaofeng said calmly: "I don't think there is anything wrong with these two swords."
With that said, he threw one sword to Ximen Chuixue and the other sword to Ye Gucheng.
Then, he walked away directly, walked to the edge of the eaves, and made way for the competition place in the middle.
Everyone was stunned.
Sikong Zhaixing couldn't help but ask, "What do you mean?"
Lu Xiaofeng looked at him and said, "I'm just telling them, don't come to me next time something like this happens again. I've already had enough trouble, and I don't want to deal with such boring things anymore."
Sikong Zhaixing asked curiously: "Is this a boring thing?"
Lu Xiaofeng said: "These two people have no grievances, but they have to fight to the death for inexplicable things. If this kind of thing is not boring, then what else can be boring."
Everyone understood what he meant, which was to ask the two of them to be merciful and to stop the competition at the best point. It's enough to decide the outcome, but it doesn't have to be a matter of life and death.
Everyone can hear what he means, but they all understand that it is not so easy to hold back in such a competition.
Unless the gap between the two is too large, one can easily defeat the other.
Otherwise, if you hesitate for a moment and get distracted, the opponent will immediately catch the flaw, and the victory will be determined.
Therefore, what Lu Xiaofeng said was just his extravagant hope.
Everyone understands this.
Wei Ziyun snorted twice and said: "Now that the time has passed, there will be an early morning court meeting in the Hall of Supreme Harmony tomorrow.
I hope that the battle between the two of you can be limited to half an hour. After half an hour, it will be regarded as a draw, with no winner or loser.
The master's competition only lasts for one and a half moves. I think half an hour is more than enough. "
But he never mentioned the matter of changing swords.
This can be regarded as an answer to what Lu Xiaofeng said. If the battle really lasted more than half an hour, then it would be a draw and neither of them would have to die.
However, everyone knows that this is impossible, and the competition between swordsman masters cannot last too long. Even if one move determines the outcome, no one will be surprised.
The decisive battle has finally begun. Everyone is waiting with bated breath.
Ximen Chuixue stood with his sword in hand, as if what happened just now had no impact on him at all, and he was always ready to take action.
But Ye Gucheng's face turned even uglier, his movements seemed a little slow, and he kept coughing.
Compared with Ximen Chuixue, Ye Gucheng really looks much older and frailer.
In fact, Ye Gucheng is only over thirty now, in his prime.
Ximen Chuixue is also twenty-four, so there is not much difference between them.
Many people's eyes have already shown sympathy. The battle has not yet begun, but the outcome is already unknown.
Ximen Chuixue remained expressionless.
He is a ruthless person.
His sword is more ruthless!
Ye Gucheng took a breath for a while, then finally recovered, and said to Ximen Chuixue: "I started learning swordsmanship when I was a boy, and it has been more than thirty years now. I have fought countless people, and I am prepared to die in every battle. Preparation for the sword.”
Ximen Chuixue listened quietly to what might be Ye Gucheng's last words.
Ye Gucheng took a breath and continued: "So in today's battle, you and I don't have to show mercy. If a swordsman can die under the sword of a master, then he will die without regrets."
Ximen Chuixue replied: "Of course."
Many people watching the battle breathed a sigh of relief.
If they really competed with the idea of self-determination, no matter life or death, and were timid before taking action, then what is the value of this competition?
Ye Gucheng took a deep breath, clenched the sword in his right hand, and said, "Please!"
He was ready to take action.
Unexpectedly, Ximen Chuixue suddenly said: "Wait a minute."
Ye Gucheng said: "Wait a minute? How long do you need to wait?"
Ximen Chuixue said: "Wait until the wound stops bleeding."
Ye Gucheng asked: "Whose wound is bleeding?"
Ximen Chuixue replied: "Yours."
When everyone took a look, sure enough, a little blood oozed from the wound on Ye Gucheng's chest, which had already dyed his white clothes red.
Ximen Chuixue said: "You have waited for me for a month, and I will wait for you for a month."
After saying that, he flew straight down from the Hall of Supreme Harmony.
(End of chapter)
