On September 15, the full moon rises, the night is dark, the autumn breeze is bleak, and the coolness is pressing...

Chen Jie had already put on a human skin mask, sat on the roof of a certain place in the Forbidden City with his back against the ridge, staring down with a cold expression, his body blending into the surroundings, and he would unconsciously ignore his existence if he didn't look closely. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Five steps and one post below, ten steps and one sentry, the guards patrolled back and forth, and secretly the Ouchi masters also hid and watched the crowd.

A figure suddenly appeared in the Taihe Gate, with a long sword on his back, dressed in the clothes of a guard with a sword in front of him, wearing it on him was too small, Chen Jie's eyes narrowed slightly, and he complained in his heart, isn't this Xu Jinji? Actually appeared here.

The Ouchi guard, wearing a high hat on his head and a thick beard on his face, walked to the front entrance and stood still, and spoke loudly, "All the heroes and heroes who came here, in Xia Wei Ziyun, Xi is the head of the Ouchi guard, the person in charge of the guard of the palace, for the safety of the emperor, you can only enter with ribbons, so please show your respective ribbons!" ”

Listening to Wei Ziyun's shout, Chen Jie smiled secretly in his heart, you are busy, hehe...

It didn't take long for more than six people to enter the palace, and more than a dozen people slowly entered the palace, and Wei Ziyun's face was already pale, and the green tendons on his arms jumped, holding back his anger.

Suddenly, Lu Xiaofeng stood still in front of the door, holding a ribbon in his hand, while the two guards at the door looked at each other, hesitated for a while, and at the same time thought of how to come again!

"Why, didn't you enter with a ribbon?" Lu Xiaofeng asked puzzledly, holding the ribbon made of strange cloth in his hand.

"This ......" The two guards glanced at each other, and one of them said with a sad face, "Lu Daxia, your ribbon seems to be a little different!" ”

"Really? Look back! Lu Xiaofeng suddenly pointed behind the guards and said, the two guards looked back and found that there was no one behind them, and then looked back to find that Lu Xiaofeng had disappeared.

Lu Xiaofeng chuckled, the ribbon in his hand was still flying, and the fat body of an honest monk suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Hey, honest monk, why are you here? Isn't there no ribbon? Lu Xiaofeng scratched his head in confusion and asked with a frown.

"Oh, the poor monk has a ribbon! And now there are not just six, but a lot of ribbons! The honest monk said and shook the two ribbons in his hand, looking a little strange.

"How so? That's terrible! Lu Xiaofeng asked in surprise and snorted.

"Lu Xiaofeng! You've done a great job! Wei Ziyun walked over with a group of guards with knives, staring at Lu Xiaofeng with an unkind face.

"Lord Wei, it's none of my business, right? I've sent the ribbons as you commanded!" Lu Xiaofeng spread out his hands and shrugged in reply.

"Humph! Look around now! Wei Ziyun snorted angrily, pointing to the crowd around him, Lu Xiaofeng looked in the direction of Wei Ziyun's finger, more than a dozen people in the martial arts were standing in the square in front of the Taihe Hall and whispering, and Lu Xiaofeng's expression was dull for a moment, shaking his head and smiling bitterly, "It's none of my business!" ”

"Humph! It's best if it's okay, you have to take full responsibility if something happens!! Wei Ziyun yelled again with a blue face, and turned around to leave after yelling, not wanting to see this annoying scene again.

"Alas, it's a big trouble now!" Lu Xiaofeng shook his head helplessly, his eyes scanned around, and he had a faint sense of foreboding in his heart.

Is it almost there? Ximen Blowing Snow hasn't arrived yet!

Chen Jie pursed his lips secretly, his eyes swept over the crowd, his physical state was constantly adjusted, and his mentality gradually calmed down.

Suddenly, the white clothes swept above everyone, and the sound of the clothes breaking through the wind was especially obvious at this moment, and a figure fell lightly on the roof of the Forbidden City and stood still, with a cold and ruthless expression, a pair of thin lips tightly pursed, and a gaze as cold and cold as ice.

Here it comes!

Chen Jie's eyes froze, his feet tapped lightly on the ridge of the roof, his figure flew by like a flying swallow, and the white clothes fluttered lightly in front of Ximen Blowing Snow not far away, and the two looked at each other in the air, without saying a word.

"You're here!" Ximen Fuxue said coldly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the cold light flickered like a cold sword out of the sheath and stabbed directly at Chen Jie on the opposite side.

"I'm coming!" Chen Jie also stared at Ximen Blowing Snow, and replied in a flat tone, without too much language, and there was no wave in his heart.

"You shouldn't have come!"

"But here I am!"

"You're going to die!"

"I'm going to die!"

"You know I'm not going to show mercy."

"I'm not going to show mercy!"

Silence, the two were silent at the same time, their eyes looked at each other in mid-air, and an invisible spark burst out, and the two stood quietly at the same time, without making a move, waiting for the best time.

"Lu Xiaofeng, do you think which of them will win?" The honest monk touched his big bald head and asked in a low voice, cold sweat broke out on his head, the momentum of these two people was too strong, and he was nervous just watching from afar.

"I don't know, I hope they don't do it, but I can't stop them, they are all my friends......" Lu Xiaofeng shook his head, his eyes stared at the two people standing above, his palms were slightly sweaty, and his heart was extremely uneasy.

"Ye Gucheng, come here!!"

A burst of shouts suddenly sounded, and I saw a young man rushing upwards with light skills, his shoulders slightly raised, and the speed was extremely fast, which was obviously the unique light gong body technique of the Tang Sect.

Whew!

Chen Jie's eyes flashed coldly, the light of the long sword in his hand flashed, the man's head flew up, his body was unloaded into five pieces, and he fell from the air, and three red sword lights smashed to the ground, stirring up bursts of dust.

Ximen Fuxue's eyes became solemn, and his heart was suddenly a little nervous, such a fast sword! What a strong sword qi!

Lu Xiaofeng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, the sweat in the palms of his hands almost soaked the placket on his chest, just because no one could see Lu Xiaofeng's chest.

The honest monk stared nervously at the figure on the ground and chanted, "Amitabha! Tang Tianzong's son of the Tang Gate, go all the way, the poor monk has overspent it for you! The honest monk chanted, and a small Sanskrit sound came out of his mouth, and he stopped after a while.

Everyone was still in a sluggish state, frightened by the fierce sword aura just now, afraid that they would become the next dead.

Ximen Fuxue's eyes were fierce, the long sword was pointed obliquely, his eyes were like looking at a lover, and he looked at the long sword in his hand like a lover, and slowly spoke, "This sword is a sharp weapon in the world, the blade of the sword is three feet and seven inches, and the net weight is seven catties and thirteen taels." ”

"Good sword!" Chen Jie nodded, praised concisely and clearly, and still looked at Ximen Fuxue with a flat expression.

"A good sword indeed."

"This sword is an overseas cold sword elite, with broken hair, a sword blade of three feet three, and a net weight of six catties and four taels."

Chen Jie slowly pulled out the black sheath long sword with a slightly curved handle, the bright silver long sword shone with cold light under the moonlight, and the pressing cold air was released from the sword, and everyone below couldn't help but take a step back, all of them were photographed by the cold air of the long sword.

"Good sword!"

"It's a good sword."

"Both of you are masters of contemporary swordsmanship, and you have the great hope of the world, and your sword will not be quenched, let alone hidden in a secret machine!

It's just that this battle is far from ancient to modern, and it will be passed on to future generations, can you two verify the sword to show great faith! ”

Wei Ziyun suddenly spoke loudly, his eyes firmly fixed on Chen Jie and Ximen Fuxue who were facing each other in the field.

Lu Xiaofeng's eyes rolled, constantly observing "Ye Gucheng", and his doubts became heavier and heavier...