Fortunately, Ximen Fuxue didn't know the exact location of the imperial study in the palace, so he wasted some time by asking all the way.

Finally, he walked to the door of the imperial study.

"Bang!" Simon kicked his long feet at the closed door, and the door cracked.

"Bold! Who trespassed into the imperial study!" A shrill voice came.

Simon Fuxue frowned, as if he was a little unbearable for this sound.

"Who are you?" said the bright yellow figure at the table.

"Write an edict and spread the snow at my west gate. Simon Blowing Snow said coldly.

Yanxi, the chief eunuch who was like a rooster fighting before, immediately turned into a little quail, and he didn't dare to speak.

This is Simon blowing snow, not an ordinary person!

If Yanxi had seen Ximen blowing snow a long time ago, then he wouldn't have said that sentence just now.

The emperor was slightly stunned, but he didn't expect Ximen Fuxue to say this.

"You want to be emperor?" the emperor asked again.

"Not bad. Simon Fuxue also replied, he never joked with people.

Yan Xidu was so surprised that he almost forgot the identity of Ximen Fuxue, and he also looked curious, "Why is this?"

"No, I want to be the emperor. Simon Blowing Snow emphasized again.

This made the emperor a little confused about how to react, which person who wants to be the emperor would be so direct?

Isn't it all about gathering heroes from all walks of life first, and then finding an excuse and reason?

Rao is the emperor, and he can't react a little.

Just when the emperor didn't know how to react, there was a sudden sound of footsteps at the door.

"Ximen Blowing Snow, are you crazy?" Long Long Jiu roared angrily.

He never thought that Ximen Blowing Snow would directly enter the palace and want to be the emperor!

Simon Blowing Snow is not such a person at all, what happened?

"I'm not crazy. Simon Fuxue's tone was light, and his eyes were calm.

"You're not crazy and you still want to be an emperor, what kind of emperor are you? Aren't you going to compete with Ye Gucheng tomorrow night?"

Long Long Jiuzai took a closer look at Ximen Fuxue, and found that he really looked like a different person, and the black qi on his body was sometimes visible, sometimes not obvious.

This is naturally Simon Blowing Snow's own reasons, whether he hides it or not, it depends on himself.

It seems that there must be something wrong with Ximen Chuixue, otherwise he would never have done such a thing.

He has always regarded kendo as the highest pursuit of his life, and it is absolutely impossible for him to want to be an emperor.

Simon blew the snow for a while, and really nodded, "But there is something to do." ”

"Then what if you want to be the emperor, Ye Gucheng also wants to be the emperor, and then you are now, and he will defeat you again tomorrow night, you don't only have one day of emperor's life, and you haven't had time to ascend the throne and tell the world?"

This seems to make sense, and Simon Fuxue nodded.

"Okay, then come back to be the emperor after the competition. Simon blew the snow and turned away.

Long Longjiu breathed a long sigh of relief, but fortunately fooled him away.

"Long Long Jiu, what the hell is going on?" the emperor looked serious.

Previously, Ye Gucheng had ambitions to replace him, but later he didn't know what stimulated him to give up and concentrate on martial arts.

I didn't expect this Ximen to blow snow, and today he would come directly to the imperial study to ask him to write an edict!

This emperor is really aggrieved!

"Your Majesty, I don't know what's going on, I don't know if Ximen Blowing Snow went crazy or was controlled, anyway, it's not like him. When I saw him come to the palace before, I thought he was going to prepare for tomorrow's duel, so I went to Ye Gucheng and asked him to give up tomorrow's competition. Who knew that Ye Gucheng was also stubborn, and he had to compare with Ximen to blow snow. ”

"I always feel that something is faintly wrong, you pay attention tomorrow, Ximen Blowing Snow, something is wrong. The emperor explained.

Long Longjiu clasped his hands into fists, "Yes, Your Majesty." ”

After listening to the emperor's explanation a few more words, Long Longjiu left the imperial study and went to the place where the martial arts competition was contested.

......

The day passed quickly, and tonight was the day of the decisive battle at the top of the Forbidden City.

Everyone knows that tonight, the Sword Saint Ye Gucheng and the Sword God Ximen Blowing Snow have agreed on the day of the decisive battle.

Almost all the large and small gambling houses in the capital have opened gambling games, who is better between the Sword Master and the Sword God?

The odds are close to one-to-one, but there are a little more people betting on Simon to blow the snow to win.

Time passed little by little, and the snow blowing at the West Gate, dressed in white, suddenly soared to the highest point of the imperial city.

The audience was in an uproar and very excited, and they felt that this was an unusually grand visual feast.

The person who hasn't appeared yet is Ye Gucheng, the lord of Baiyun City, and everyone can hold back their nervousness.

While waiting, everyone's noses moved, and suddenly they smelled a strange fragrance of flowers.

Then, I saw six girls with black hair and white clothes like snow, carrying baskets full of chrysanthemums, sprinkled all the way from afar, and spread the bright chrysanthemums into a felt on the flat ground.

A man stepped on flowers and slowly walked behind a young girl.

The originally noisy and noisy city downstairs suddenly became very quiet.

The man was dressed in white, holding a sword in his left hand and a fist in his right hand behind him.

His face was white, neither pale nor miserable, but a white jade-like sparkling color.

It is not an exaggeration to describe him as a crown of jade.

The man's eyes were not pitch black, but they were terrifyingly bright.

He walked very slowly, like a king entering his court, and like a flying immortal in the sky, descending to earth.

"A sword comes from the west, and the immortals fly out of the sky!"

"It's the White Cloud City Lord Ye Gucheng who is here!"

"Look, he's coming, he's really coming!"

Standing on the city tower and looking at it from afar, Princess Feifeng was almost unsteady, which was even more shocking than when she saw him last night.

"Handsome, so handsome. Princess Feifeng has no other words to evaluate.

Any words in front of Ye Gucheng lost their color.

Long Longjiu was slightly sour on the side, and said arrogantly, "Isn't it just to spend some money to make the whole appearance, look at your virtue, it's hopeless." ”

Princess Feifeng didn't care about Long Longjiu, and continued to look at Lai Ye Gucheng.

Ye Gucheng's body rose into the air, stopped at the highest point of the imperial city, and stood face to face with Ximen Blowing Snow.

A pair of star-like eyes were staring at the West Gate blowing snow.

"I'm coming. ”

"Very well, let's get started. Simon Fuxue nodded.

The two of them each told each other about their swords, and they were about to start moving.

"Wait, wait!" a male voice said, "It's good to be in time." ”

Everyone only felt that there was a flower in front of them, and they saw a person wearing tattered monk robes, hanging a wine jug around his waist, and holding a rotten pu fan in his hand appeared between Ye Gucheng and Ximen Blowing Snow.

The corners of many people's mouths twitched, where did this Nima come from?

Don't you see that people are about to do it?

They were all waiting, and he actually stood in the middle of the two people to stop them!

But no one noticed why the sound was coming from behind them.

And the next moment, it appeared above the imperial city in an instant.

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