There was a faint smell of blood in the air.
There are already six corpses in the South Study Room, four of which were short and holding swords before they died. Their appearance, clothing, and clothing were all the same, and they had been stabbed through the throat with a sword.
Anyone with a little knowledge should be able to see that they died at almost the same time and in the hands of the same person.
A person who can wield such a sword is truly terrifying.
The fifth corpse was a very handsome man with a sword in his chest.
I don't know what happened to him before he died. His face was really strange. He seemed to be very satisfied and happy, but also seemed to be in pain and fear.
As for the last man, not only did he have a fatal sword wound on his chest, but his face was also destroyed and dripping with blood, making people have no idea what he looked like.
The emperor, who was wearing a yellow robe and an eight-treasure water skirt, was sitting upright on a chair, with a faint look of fear on his face, as if he had encountered something dangerous not long ago.
Manager Wang, who had always been loyal, was waiting nearby, with a frightened expression on his face.
In addition to these two people, there was also a man with a white face and a slight beard, wearing a white robe. His eyes were not pitch black, but they were terrifyingly bright, like two cold stars.
He also held a long sword with an oddly ancient shape in his hand. Everyone could tell that it was a good sword.
But even if he didn't see it in his hands, everyone should know that this was a peerless swordsman. Because the sharpness of his sword energy is better than any magical weapon in the world.
This is what Lu Xiaofeng and other martial arts figures and masters saw when they entered the Imperial Study Room.
"The emperor is not dead? Ye Gucheng and the others failed... No, maybe they have succeeded." Lu Xiaofeng's heart was trembling, her body was trembling, and her whole body seemed to be shrouded in fear.
"Kowtow to your majesty, long live my emperor."
The imperial power has supreme power in the world, and the lives and deaths of all people in the world depend only on his words. Regardless of whether they were great masters or martial arts people, they were all kneeling on the ground, showing respect.
Even Lu Xiaofeng, whether due to the influence of the crowd or the suppression of secular forces, actually knelt down, even though he knew that the person in front of him was probably not the Holy One.
The only one standing was Ximen Chuixue.
He holds a sword and stands tall.
The whole person also seems to be a sword.
Naturally, the sword would not kowtow to anyone, even if that person was the emperor.
If he really knows how to worship, it is because that person is the emperor of swords, not the emperor of men.
"Bold..." Manager Wang was about to reprimand.
The emperor waved his hand and did not blame him: "Read the decree."
Manager Wang held the imperial edict in his hand and said loudly: "The Emperor is entrusted by heaven. The edict says: Prince Taiping conspired to rebel and has been killed in the South Study Room. The Lord of Baiyun City protected him for his merits and will not be held responsible for trespassing into the Forbidden Palace. He will be commended tomorrow."
Yin Xian and other Ouchi masters couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief, although until now, the whole thing was shrouded in a layer of mist, making it difficult to see clearly. But no matter what, nothing happened to the Holy One.
But the long night is not over yet.
Because Ximen Chuixue had already looked at Ye Gucheng and said slowly: "Tonight is the night of the full moon."
Ye Gucheng said coldly: "Not bad."
Ximen Chuixue said: "You are Ye Gucheng."
Ye Gucheng said: "Not bad,"
Ximen Chuixue said: "I am Ximen Chuixue."
Ye Gucheng said: "I know this too."
Ximen Chuixue said: "You have a sword in your hand, and so do I."
Not only Ye Gucheng understood it, but everyone also understood it.
The face of the master Ouchi changed. "Desert Condor" Tu Fang shouted sharply: "You are so courageous. Today you have violated the power of God, how dare you..."
He suddenly couldn't speak any more.
Because Ye Gucheng's eyes had already looked towards him, and the light in his eyes was like two swords: "Do you know what crime you have committed?"
Tu Fang couldn't understand.
Ye Gucheng said coldly: "You are not good at practicing swordsmanship, and you are not good at swordsmanship, but you dare to be rude to me and Ximen Chuixue. You are committing a capital crime."
Tu Fang's face became darker and the atmosphere became stagnant again. Fortunately, the emperor had already spoken. He waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "This battle is inevitable. I also want to see the style of these two peerless swordsmen." , I allow you to duel."
Lu Xiaofeng sighed, the battle at the top of the Forbidden City was still inevitable.
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Although the bright moon has set in the west, it looks rounder.
A full moon seemed to be hanging under the eaves of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, but people were already on the eaves.
Lu Xiaofeng, Yin Xian and others have all shut up because they can already feel the overwhelming pressure.
"This battle is very interesting."
Yu Liancheng stood tall with his hands behind his back, and a gust of wind blew by, as if he was about to ride away in the wind.
In order to cause unnecessary trouble, he had not appeared in the South Study Room before.
However, he was looking forward to this battle.
Ximen Chuixue was inferior to Ye Gucheng, but because of the appearance of Yulian City, he not only lost contact with Sun Xiuqing and had less to worry about, he also fought thousands of miles away, and his swordsmanship was even better.
Ye Gucheng also completed the usurpation of the throne and no longer wanted to die.
It’s hard to say who will win this battle and who will lose.
In the Hall of Supreme Harmony, Ximen Chuixue stared at Ye Gucheng, and he suddenly let out a long sigh.
Ye Gucheng said: "Why are you sighing?"
Ximen Chuixue said: "I sigh for you, and I sigh for me."
Ye Gucheng said: "Oh?"
Ximen Chuixue said again: "I lament that you are not sincere. I lament that after all, I don't have a real opponent in this world."
Ye Gucheng's pupils suddenly shrank: "Cheng?"
Ximen Chuixue said coldly: "The essence of the sword lies in sincerity, sincerity with people, sincerity with the sword, but you are not sincere. Being dishonest with people, being dishonest with dueling."
Ye Gucheng was silent for a long time, and finally said: "Those who learn swordsman only need to be honest with the sword, not with others."
Ximen Chuixue stopped talking and had finished speaking.
The end of the words is the sword.
choke! gun!
The sword makes a dragon roar.
The two swords were unsheathed at the same time, and they met each other after being unsheathed. The sword light was dazzling and astonishing.
It seems that there are only two swords left in the sky and the world.
Yin Xian, Wei Ziyun and others were already breaking into a cold sweat.
What a terrible sword, what two terrible people.
when!
There was another flash of sword light, and the two of them had staggered and separated. They each stood at the other's previous position, their bodies motionless, as if frozen.
After a while, Ximen Chuixue moved and sheathed his sword.
Ye Gucheng also moved. He was half-kneeling, supporting his body with his sword in his right hand, and covering the wound on his shoulder with his left hand, dripping with cold sweat.
The outcome has been decided.
Ximen Chuixue sighed again.
Although he won, his face looked desolate.
"If your heart is not calm, if your heart is not calm, the sword will be in chaos. In three months, we will fight again in Tianshan. I hope your heart can be calm by then, and I hope you will not let me down."
After saying this, Ximen Chuixue flew away.
Ye Gucheng's face was very pale.
pale.
There was almost no blood at all.
