Chapter XII. A sword came west to meet the flying immortals.

The bloody breath in the air had not yet dissipated, and the corpses of seven hundred and forty-nine people fell to the ground in pieces. This assassination was not indiscriminate, but they still lost.

The little girl who had always been quiet plunged into her brother's arms like a small cannonball, but Ye Gucheng did not embrace her in his arms like before.

Ye Gucheng's face was ugly, especially after killing these people, his face was even more ugly.

Jun Xuan's experience in the rivers and lakes is still shallow, and he doesn't know who those people are outside, but Ye Gucheng knows.

- Poisonous hands cover the sky Chang Yuluo, the misty sound hooks the soul Liu Yiyi, and the soul is broken Pipa Tieqiangyun...... Each of these people alone is a well-known figure in the rivers and lakes, and just as famous as they are are their scalp-numbing assassination methods. Such a killer, one is already terrible, let alone a full forty-nine.

When he learned from the spies in Baiyun City that his family Xuan'er had entered the Jewel Pavilion, Ye Gucheng had a vague premonition in his heart. This premonition deepened when he received a large number of killers gathering in Taiyuan, Shaanxi.

Taking advantage of rebirth, Ye Gucheng knew a lot of things that Lu Xiaofeng didn't know, so the moment he received the news, he didn't hesitate for a moment, and immediately went straight to Taiyuan.

From the South China Sea to Taiyuan, Jun Xuan took half a month, but Ye Gucheng only took five days. He traveled in the starry night, but he was still one step too late - when he found his little sister, the little girl who had been carefully raised by him on his lap had been bloodied with a long sword, and had already cut off seven killers from the sword.

Jun Xuan killed seven killers, while Ximen Fuxue killed thirteen. It's not that Ximen Blowing Snow's swordsmanship is better than Jun Xuan's, but Jun Xuan's distraction supports the Zhenshan River for them. Mountains and rivers are a town, and those sneak attacks in the shadows can no longer hurt them.

Although Zhenshanhe has miraculous effects, it has consumed a lot of Jun Xuan's internal strength, even though she was born with Zixia Gong and has been cultivating diligently for ten years, but her face has turned pale.

What Ye Gucheng saw was such a Jun Xuan. The girl's face was already snow-white, but now the blood color has faded, and it seems to be more transparent.

Such a thin figure stung Ye Gucheng's eyes, he couldn't imagine that the South China Sea to Taiyuan was thousands of miles, and any of them were delayed by half a step, would he still be able to see the little girl in his family intact? The anger in his heart could no longer be suppressed, and Ye Gucheng suddenly took out his sword!

Even if he is angry, even if he is afraid, Ye Gucheng is always Ye Gucheng.

He stood on a high place, taking in the location of every killer who was ambushed in the Jeweled Pavilion, and then the long sword sprang out like a meteor, reaping twenty-nine lives.

This is the first time that Ye Gucheng has stabbed for others.

——Ye Gucheng came out with a sword before, whether it was to protect the people in a city, or to end the fate of the Ye family, every sword he made was for himself. Ximen blows the snow and is sincere to the sword, while Ye Gucheng is sincere to himself.

And this time, Ye Gucheng took out his sword to save one person in danger. When he took out the sword, he no longer only had the sword in his heart, but had something to protect. That kind of protection didn't slow down his sword, but made the twenty-nine swords he stabbed faster than ever.

Twenty-nine swords, in the blink of an eye! The bottleneck that had been on the way of the sword path that had been lying in Ye Gucheng for a long time suddenly loosened, and he touched a realm that he had never touched in his previous life and this life.

However, now Ye Gucheng didn't have the heart to experience this kind of breakthrough, a small soft body crashed into his arms, and the arms that wrapped around his waist were also trembling slightly because of the loss of strength.

Jun Xuan looked up at his senior brother who had not seen him for more than twenty days, and could only see his own shadow reflected in his star-like eyes. The sudden lack of heart in his heart made Jun Xuan bury his head in Ye Gucheng's chest and refused to look at his eyes again.

Although Jun Xuan has always been cold and self-controlled, he is only in front of outsiders. In the final analysis, Jun Xuan is just a fifteen-year-old girl who has been away from home for many days and has experienced life and death. She could still hold on when she didn't see Ye Gucheng, but as soon as she saw Ye Gucheng, she just wanted to stay by her senior brother's side.

After all, for Jun Xuan, where in this world is there a place in this world that makes her feel more at ease than her senior brother's embrace?

Ye Gucheng had a cold face, and his slender big hand went down the back of the little girl's head, which clearly brought a bit of comfort, but he paused on the back of Jun Xuan's slender neck. Then, Ye Gucheng's hand was slightly forced, and he pulled the person out of his arms.

He has always been happy, but at this time, he did not dislike the wet and cold sweat on the back of Jun Xuan's neck that he had just touched. His fingers twisted, and his amber eyes became a little deeper—it turned out that she wasn't really unafraid.

"Stand still." Ye Gucheng glanced at Jun Xuan, his voice so calm that he couldn't hear the slightest anger. But Jun Xuan knew that her senior brother was so angry.

Pursing his lips, Jun Xuan obediently stood beside Ye Gucheng, bowing his head and looking like he was admitting his mistake.

Ye Gucheng and Jun Xuan's series of actions were just a moment's work, and as soon as Ye Gucheng's words fell, Ximen Fuxue had slowly walked out of the dilapidated room.

Ximen Fuxue's gaze fell on Ye Gucheng's sword, and he exclaimed: "Good sword." ”

Ye Gucheng's gaze also fell on Ximen Fuxue's sword, and he nodded in response: "It's a good sword." ”

Simon Blowing Snow's eyes have always been as cold as his name, but at this time there is a touch of heat. Fang Cai was in the house, but he saw Ye Gucheng's sword posture clearly. With such a fast sword, Ximen Fuxue couldn't help but ask himself - could he himself stab such a fast and sharp twenty-nine sword?

"I've met with the lord of the city?"

Yes, indeed. But those things that are out of the world, Ye Gucheng doesn't have to tell anyone, not even Ximen blowing snow. So he just nodded and said, "God has been friends for a long time." ”

Ximen Blowing Snow and Ye Gucheng, the names of these two people have become legends. One of them sits in Wanmei Villa, and the other sits in Baiyun City, the south of the mountains and the north of the water, and they have never met. But everyone in the rivers and lakes knows that there will be a battle between them - as long as the West Gate blows snow or the West Gate blows snow. As long as Ye Gucheng is still Ye Gucheng.

Now, the two swords meet!

"Why not fight?" Simon Blowing Snow's hand was already on his sword. He has a sword, and Ye Gucheng also has a sword, in his opinion, why not fight at this moment?

Ye Gucheng was silent, and his slender hands slowly stretched out to the long sword at his waist.

The rights and wrongs of this place have not been broken, Ximen has been fighting hard all night, and Ye Gucheng has also been running around. But so what?

Without further speech, the two of them jumped up together and stood still on the roof of the Jeweled Pavilion. The two black sheaths were left on the ground, and the two swords were already unsheathed.

The two looked at each other from a distance, until Simon blew the snow and said, "If I am defeated, please take my sword." My sword is your sword. [1] "At this moment, life and death are irrelevant, Ximen Fuxue will stand here and will draw a sword, just for the sake of the sword.

Ye Gucheng nodded, but he looked at Xiao Dao Gu who was looking up at them, and there seemed to be a moment of tenderness in his eyes. He said to Simon, "If I am defeated, please give my sword to my junior sister." My sword will be hers. ”

Hearing this, Ximen Fuxue was stunned for a moment, and then frowned: "How can you be affectionate in the pursuit of swordsmanship?" ”

Ye Gucheng frowned when he saw Ximen Fuxue, but he didn't see it. Once, the two of them walked the same path, but now, the way between them is different. There are no advantages or disadvantages to kendo, it's just that everyone's choices are different.

These Ye Gucheng didn't have to bother to explain to Ximen Chuixue, but he still opened his mouth: "I was originally a ruthless swordsman, and my swordsmanship used to be a murderous swordsmanship. "It's just, it's just now, but it's not anymore.

Ye Gucheng understands the truth, how can Ximen Blowing Snow not understand? But he was silent for a moment, and still said, "I can wait." "Wait for Ye Gucheng to calm down. The opponent is rare, and he does not want to leave the slightest regret.

Ye Gucheng suddenly smiled, and he raised the sword in his hand: "You don't have to wait any longer. At this moment, his heart was unprecedentedly clear and unprecedentedly peaceful. Therefore, there is no need to wait for Ximen to blow snow.

The clouds torn by the glow, the morning light finally sprinkled the world again. But there were two swords that shone brighter than the glow.

The two swords stabbed out together, the speed was extremely fast, and the two people who were still a few meters away soon approached, and the sword light was staggered, and they were separated by a touch.

There was no sound of the two swords striking each other, but the two white shadows had already changed a full thirty moves. Because they are all immortal swordsmen, they have already been seen through by the other party before they stab a move. Since you can see through it, you need to change your moves. Changing tactics is a taboo for people who practice martial arts, but Ximen Blowing Snow and Ye Gucheng are as if nothing happened.

The competition between these two people is not fierce and exciting. It didn't even have the dazzling brilliance that Ye Gucheng came to when he fed Jun Xuan, but it made Jun Xuan clench the sword in his hand tightly.

No one looks forward to this battle more than Jun Xuan, because no one knows better than Jun Xuan how many years this battle has been in her senior brother's heart.

However, the person who should fight is Ye Gucheng after all! Even if Jun Xuan has cultivated the Tao for ten years, she has always been a natural and indisputable person of the Dao, but she is still a person, not an immortal sitting in the clouds. Jun Xuan, who is a swordsman, will yearn for this battle, but Jun Xuan, who is a person, can't be calm.

She has seen Ximen Blowing Snow's sword, and she has also seen Ye Gucheng's sword. So she understands that for such two swords, defeat is death.

Ye Gucheng is not like a father or brother to Jun Xuan, she doesn't know what a father and brother are, she only knows Ye Gucheng. Her life can be filled with many things, such as Baiyun City, such as Pure Yang, such as that unshirkable responsibility. But her life can easily be divided into two parts - Jian and Ye Gucheng, this is all of her life.

In an instant, Jun Xuan's usually shallow breathing suddenly became heavy. Her eyes were wide open, and she didn't dare to blink a blink. Because, the two white shadows on the roof ridge have already stabbed out the last sword together!

#叶孤城的台词和说好的不一样!!! #

#比个剑也要被秀一脸, Simon Blowing Snow wanted to raise the torch#