In the room, the atmosphere is no longer heavy.

Lu Xiaofeng touched the place where he used to grow a beard, and now it was smooth, as tender as a baby, which made him feel uncomfortable.

He took out a mirror from there, looked at himself in the mirror, and looked a little young, and a little unfamiliar, almost unrecognizable.

Now if he says that he is Lu Xiaofeng with four eyebrows, no one may believe it.

He is not Lu Xiaofeng with four eyebrows, he only has two eyebrows.

He felt the eyes in the room looking at him, which made him a little uncomfortable, probably because there was a smile in them.

And the three pairs of eyes in the room were indeed staring at Lu Xiaofeng, even if Hua Manlou was "staring" at Lu Xiaofeng.

As Xia Yunmo said, Lu Xiaofeng, who is used to seeing four eyebrows, everyone seems to want to see what Lu Xiaofeng with two eyebrows looks like.

Lu Xiaofeng only felt like sitting on pins and needles, and it was really uncomfortable to be looked at by a few big men.

Although he likes to be in the limelight, although he likes to be seen by others. But the guys' eyes, the way they look at him, are like looking at monkeys.

No matter who you are, you don't want to be looked at like a monkey.

So the guy flew out of the window, and flew very fast, as if he was afraid that others would see him.

"It's getting late today, there are a lot of guest rooms, you can find a room to rest in."

After Ximen finished blowing snow, he left, and before leaving, he looked at Xia Yunmo, his eyes were still cold and sharp.

Hua Manlou shook his head with a wry smile, he had hardly complained that he was blind, but at this time he hoped that he could see it, at least tonight and tomorrow.

He wanted to see what Lu Xiaofeng, whose skin was thicker than the city wall, would look like if he ran away, and he also wanted to see the demeanor of these two peerless swordsmen.

After saying goodbye to the same flowers, Xia Yunmo jumped and came to the roof.

The sky is dotted with stars, and a frown-like last quarter moon is hanging in the treetops.

With the scent of flowers in the wind, the night is mysterious and beautiful.

Tomorrow there will be a battle, a battle between two peerless swordsmen.

The four of them knew it by heart, although they didn't have any words, they all knew that tomorrow's battle was imperative.

Whether it is Xia Yunmo or Ximen Blowing Snow, they will not and are unwilling to let go of such an opportunity.

For Simon Fuxue, fighting and killing people are sacred things, and he may be bathing or meditating at the moment.

For Xia Yunmo, this duel is also extraordinary.

At this stage, Ximen Blowing Snow may not be the strongest swordsman, and may not be as good as Wudang Elder Mudaoren, White Cloud City Lord Ye Gucheng.

But no one is sure that he can win the sword god Ximen Blowing Snow.

In this world, there are few people who have reached the peak of light skills, internal skills, and swordsmanship, and Ximen Blowing Snow is one of them.

And now Ximen Blowing Snow has no emotional concern, and the swordsmanship is more pure.

Xia Yunmo raised the green flute in his hand and wiped it clean with fine silk, this flute was like a work of art, not a murderous weapon.

He put the flute to his lips, and the meandering sound of the flute resounded throughout the villa.

In the sound of the flute, there seems to be an endless aura of slaughter, which provokes the birds to fly in fright, and the insects do not speak.

In the moonlight, Xia Yunmo, who was dressed in black, seemed to blend in with the moonlight. From a distance, it is impossible to tell where there are people and where is night.

In the early morning, Wanmei Villa was shrouded in a layer of mist, the morning sun was rising, and the light of the morning light was still very faint.

Outside Wanmei Villa, there were already four people standing.

It's as if they've just appeared, and as if they've been standing for a long time.

The mist had soaked their clothes, and their countenances were grim.

Hua Manlou sighed: "In this world, people like them, one is enough. ”

Lu Xiaofeng also shook his head and said: "But there are three such people, and God even let them meet together." ”

Hua Manlou said: "People who learn swords, why are they all like this, they are all so sharp." ”

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Ximen Blowing Snow regards killing and dueling as sacred things, he has dedicated his whole body to the sword, only when he uses the sword, he is truly alive, and at other times, he is waiting, waiting for someone to let him draw the sword." ”

Hua Manlou said: "Xia Yunmo's sword is also extreme, the sword in the flute, there is no sword handle, one inch is short and one inch is dangerous, if you can't hurt others, you can only hurt yourself." None of them seem to have a way back. ”

Lu Xiaofeng said: "I hope they can all survive, if one of them is lost, the world will be one less color." ”

Hua Manlou sighed: "I hope so! ”

Two peerless divine weapons, two sharp swords, collide together, can it really end peacefully?

Perhaps, but the odds are too small.

Suddenly, a dragon roared, the sword qi soared into the sky, and the mist dissipated. Peach Blossom didn't seem to be able to stand this sword intent, and fell in a swoop.

Simon Blowing Snow has already drawn his sword.

Another flute sounded, but it was Xia Yunmo's sword in the flute turning, and the wind followed the flute hole, making a pleasant sound.

The sound of the flute is resentful, and I don't know how many peach blossoms are blown off.

Ximen Fuxue stood with a sword, white as snow, like an eternal sculpture, but exuding a sharp sword aura.

He learned swords at the age of seven, succeeded in seven years, and has never met an opponent so far, he must not fail, but he is eager to fail.

The edge of the pale sword, the pale hand, the pale face.

He looked at Xia Yunmo, and even his eyes didn't seem to blink.

The masters compete with each other, and they can't be sloppy at all.

Only by knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent can one not be defeated. He observed very carefully, and he could see any slight movement of Xia Yunmo clearly.

Xia Yunmo was also looking at Ximen Blowing Snow and looking at the sword in his hand.

Xia Yunmo was dressed in black, as dark as the night, but his eyes were darker than the night.

The turquoise flute, with a palpitating edge on the top.

He had only been learning martial arts for half a year, and at the beginning, he was still very embarrassed, and he was once homeless like a wild dog, struggling in the dirt.

And now, he is already the top master in the rivers and lakes.

No matter what the "martial arts world" is, as long as he is given a certain amount of time, he can compete with anyone.

The light of heaven and earth suddenly dimmed, and two swords had pierced out.

Two heart-palpitating sword lights, two sword qi, two peerless swordsmen.

Piercing the sword doesn't seem to be fast, and it doesn't seem to be slow.

Each other's swords, from the throat of the other, seem to be far away, and seem to be very close.

Their swords, before they even touched them, had already undergone countless changes. Whenever the opponent's sword changes, your own sword will also change.

The sword goes with your heart, and the sword is one.

At this time, the extremely high realm of using a sword, there are not many people in the rivers and lakes who can reach it.

In Lu Xiaofeng's opinion, the two of them had disappeared, and there were only these two incomparable sword lights between heaven and earth.

These two sword lights are the same dazzling, the same kind of brilliance.

In the blink of an eye, the sword light disappeared, and Xia Yunmo and Ximen Fuxue were already separated.

The two men had their backs to each other, each standing where the other of them had been standing.

It seems that Xia Yunmo has become Ximen blowing snow, and Ximen blowing snow has become Xia Yunmo.

"Boom."

At this time, Lu Xiaofeng swallowed his saliva, and his eyes widened.

Who won?

Who loses again?

The white-clothed sword god, the black-clothed swordsman.

Who wins?