The bright moon has set in the west. Standing on the Hall of Supreme Harmony, the full moon seems to be falling beside me. It looks rounder, brighter and more beautiful!
There were many people, but there was no sound. Everyone was waiting, waiting for Ye Gucheng's physical strength to return to its peak, and for his wounds to stop bleeding.
The medicine is amazing. The bleeding from the wound has stopped. I lie on the glazed tiles and look at the full moon. It's very leisurely!
Ye Gucheng stared at him for a long time. He suddenly said something very strange: "You are neither a god nor a devil."
Randomly said: "No!"
Ye Gucheng said: "But now, no one in the world does not regard you as a god or a devil."
Randomly said: "Maybe."
Ye Gucheng said calmly: "You once said that you have no enemies and no rivals. You only hope to have a few friends... I can understand this feeling now."
Ranran smiled and said: "You will kill him?"
Ye Gucheng didn't answer, just remained silent.
Ranran said softly: "If you still hesitate, you may be the one who dies."
Ye Gucheng nodded and sighed: "You are right, he has that ability and he is a very good opponent."
Ranran said quietly: "But you feel guilty. You feel that you took advantage of him. You took advantage of this pure duel between you."
Ye Gucheng didn't speak.
A breeze blew, and a figure floated down. Lu Xiaofeng came, and he stood beside the two of them, looking at them... There was still panic on his face, and there was still lingering fear in his heart.
"Then...that person, is that person the emperor?"
Both of them laughed and replied casually: "I tell you, do you dare to listen?"
He didn't dare, he really didn't dare, because he had already guessed the answer.
Lu Xiaofeng had cold sweat on his forehead, but he still asked: "Why? Why do you do this?"
Ye Gucheng said calmly: "You don't understand this kind of thing."
Lu Xiaofeng laughed sadly and said: "Yes, I really don't understand why I did this. The Lord of Baiyun City is far away in the sky, and he is like a flying fairy. Why would he do such a thing? Is it really for glory and wealth? Or... "
Ye Gucheng glanced at him from the corner of his eyes and said with a smile: "No reason, just to pass the rest of my boring life."
Lu Xiaofeng opened her mouth, but nothing came out.
Lu Xiaofeng understood again... The reason why he did this was because his swordsmanship had reached the advanced level, he had nothing to seek, and he felt too cold and lonely at high places, so he did this kind of thing.
This kind of thing seems ridiculous and incomprehensible, but Lu Xiaofeng can only find this explanation.
At this time, Ye Gucheng suddenly turned around.
it's time!
…
Everyone looked at the two of them. Although the sword had not been unsheathed, the sword's intention had already been fired... It pierced the skin and froze the bones!
They didn't say anything. They had nothing to say. All they wanted to say was the sword!
The swords were unsheathed, almost at the same time, and the swords joined together after being unsheathed. There was a clang, followed by a series of flashes of sword light, sparks shooting out randomly, and the sword light was dazzling and shocking!
On a moonlit night in the sky, the two swords meet and separate, with each end standing at one end. They both repel and pull each other.
Ye Gucheng's sword flew away diagonally. It seemed that there was no change at all, but the magic of change had been exhausted.
Although the sword has not changed, the intention of the sword has changed first, whether it is curved, broken, sharpened, or horizontal. It is just a slant thrust, but there is no change, and it is the best change.
With such a sword, Ximen Chuixue could not hold back, so he could only attack with all his strength!
Ding!
The two swords clanged again, and everyone was shocked into a cold sweat by the swordsmanship of the two men.
Between the swords, there is no room for others, and their people are integrated into the swords. The sword light is cold, cold, and the sword light is bright and eye-catching!
Ye Gucheng's swordsmanship is elegant and agile, as natural as it is made in heaven. It is like a horse flying in the air. Any changes or sword moves can be made according to his heart and move at will.
But Ximen Chuixue obviously failed to do it. Although his sword responded one by one, his moves seemed to have slowed down.
The air was like torn cloth, torn into pieces by the sword's edge.
Lu Xiaofeng's whole body was already cold, and he suddenly realized that Ximen Chuixue's sword technique had gradually failed to keep up with the changes in his sword technique. Although it seems mysterious now, it is actually a bit sluggish.
On the contrary, Ye Gucheng's sword seemed to be more magical... Every sword he struck seemed to have no flaws, and every move was irresistible.
Flawless sword moves came out in a steady stream, leaving no chance for anyone to counterattack, not even Ximen Chuixue. Now Ximen Chuixue could only resort to tricks.
Twenty swords, thirty swords, forty swords...
No one thought it was wonderful, everyone only felt terrible. This kind of horror pervaded everyone's heart.
After the two swords clashed again, the two of them swung away each other's swords at the same time. Ye Gucheng's swordsmanship suddenly changed, and he stabbed out six swords in a row... There was no interplay of virtuality and reality, no extremely sophisticated and complicated swordsmanship.
It's not strange or tricky, it's just fast, it's just perfect!
"Ding" the first sword, Ximen Chuixue separated the sword edge, the second sword, deflected; the third sword, split; when the fourth sword, Ximen Chuixue could only retreat...
As soon as he retreated, Jianguang chased after him, and Lu Xiaofeng almost lost her voice.
The sword light flashed, the figure swayed, and there was a gaping hole in Ximen Chuixue's waist and abdomen.
He immediately returned the sword, the sword was shining, the clothes were fluttering, and the sword was like a thunderous dragon!
This sword was boundless and there was no gap to take advantage of, but when Ye Gucheng's fifth sword came, the tip of the sword touched the edge of the sword, and the move stopped abruptly... Ximen Chuixue had no choice but to retreat.
But the sixth sword came again, Ye Gucheng spit out his sword skills and stabbed straight at him. This thorn is extremely beautiful, just like a spring flower hiding its buds and colorful butterflies flying.
How can one say victory if there is dirt in one's heart!
A swordsman should forget about life and death after drawing his sword. He seems to have always been concerned about it. He seems to have been afraid of death, but now at the time of life and death, he has forgotten his fear.
He had no moves to use, he had a sword but couldn't use it, but the sword still came out, and the moves suddenly formed!
The sword light broke through the air and flew into the sky.
No one knows how he did it, and no one knows how he swung the sword. The two swords were twisted together, the sword light was suddenly chaotic, and the shadows merged and separated again.
Ye Gucheng looked at him in surprise, and the surprise was more joyful.
As soon as the six swords passed, this was the seventh and last sword, the flying fairy from the sky... The sword's edge went straight down, and the sword's light was like a flying rainbow. There was a burst of sharp and gorgeous killing intent in the sword's light. The sword's light had nailed it. Blowing snow down Ximen's throat.
The sword energy was imminent, the sword light was dazzling, Ximen Chuixue swung the last sword!
Elegance and beauty, beauty and beauty.
Like a silver glow cast by moonlight.
Like a lightning strike from the sky.
In fact, they are just swords, two swords, peerless swordsmanship, ruthless sword edge.
The edge of the sword was cold, but the blood was not. The cold edge of the sword had pierced Ximen Chuixue's chest, and a sword also stopped at Ye Gucheng's throat.
At the last moment, his sword finally slowed down...
The sword was pulled out and dropped. Ximen Chuixue looked at him with a complexity in his eyes that no one could understand.
"Why?"
Ye Gucheng said: "This battle should not have happened like this. I was wrong first."
The person fell, and the fallen person was hugged by Lu Xiaofeng.
Ye Gucheng sheathed his sword and looked up at the clear breeze and bright moon. He suddenly felt an indescribable loneliness until he thought of someone. Looking around, the man was gone.
