The wind was strong, blowing the corners of the two of their clothes.

The fog seemed to be thick, and the thick Lu Xiaofeng could only open his eyes to see the figures of the two.

The two of them remained motionless, as if they had been pointed.

They looked at each other, not sparing even the slightest.

One black and one white, two extremes of opposites.

Lu Xiaofeng seemed to have an illusion, going back in time, except for the different positions of the two, there was no difference in the others.

No, the peach blossoms are still falling all over the ground, and the azaleas seem to have withered quite a bit.

"Who won?" Who lost?

Hua Manlou couldn't help but ask.

Originally, he only needed hearing and smell, and he was a first-class master of martial arts, and few people in the world could surpass him in terms of timing.

But with the previous blow of the storm and clouds, it was as if his ears were covered, his nose was blocked, and he couldn't hear or feel anything.

The only feeling may be that the blow was earth-shattering, and the sun and the moon were eclipsed.

"I don't know."

At this time, Lu Xiaofeng's answer, he could only answer like this.

The two people who were standing were still motionless.

But at this time, Lu Xiaofeng suddenly found that Ximen Blowing Snow's hand was shaking, and the hand holding the sword was shaking.

Then not only did he tremble, but he was bleeding, and there seemed to be a crack in the tiger's mouth.

His body also shook, as if he was about to fall down at any time, only his eyes were still looking at Xia Yunmo.

In those indifferent eyes, a different kind of emotion appeared.

An unspeakable fear, an unspeakable pain, faintly, there seems to be a glimmer of relief and relief.

Eventually, Simon fell to the ground with snow.

In this duel, he couldn't blow his opponent's blood anymore, and he couldn't even blow his own blood.

Wins and losses, divided.

The corners of Xia Yunmo's mouth rose, revealing a relieved smile.

Then he also fell to the ground.

His hand was still clutching the flute sword, clenched tightly.

This duel, he won.

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Ximen Blowing Snow hasn't dreamed for a long time, but today he has a rare dream.

This dream is bizarre, but it seems to recall the first half of his life.

He dreamed of holding the sword for the first time, and he felt a strange strength and warmth from this cold weapon.

From then on, he knew that he was born for the sword and served it all his life.

He dreamed of killing for the first time and plunged his sword into the throat of the other man, who clutched his throat and his eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe that he had died under the sword of a small child.

He dreamed again of many people, who died by his sword.

Simon's sword blowing snow is really fast.

Most of them are human, and he can only use a single sword to pierce his opponent's throat.

When the sword was pulled out, there was still blood on the sword, and with a gentle blow, the blood dripped from the tip of the sword.

There will always be inexhaustible treacherous people in this world, when a sword pierces their throats, and they see blood blooming from the sword, the brilliant splendor of that moment, such a beauty, nothing can compare.

Killing was a sacred thing, and before each killing, he would bathe in incense and fast for three days.

Then, Ximen Fuxue dreamed of Xia Yunmo's sword again.

In his dreams, he seemed to be in the middle of a white expanse. Xia Yunmo came with a sword, extremely bright, he actually stood there stunned, motionless, letting Xia Yunmo's flute sword pass through his chest.

He saw strings of blood flowers again, still so beautiful, still so bright, but it seemed to have a more desolate feeling.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and woke up.

He clenched the sword in his hand for the first time, and even though he was unconscious, he still held the sword and never let go.

As long as you hold the sword, your heart is no longer empty.

It seemed to be nighttime, candles were still lit on the table, and it was pitch black outside the window.

"You guy, you've finally woken up, you've been asleep for three whole days."

Then, Ximen Fuxue saw Lu Xiaofeng, Lu Xiaofeng with two eyebrows.

A hint of warmth flashed in Simon Fuxue's eyes, no matter who it is, when he is injured, he always feels warm when he has a friend by his side.

This warm color flashed, and Simon Fuxue asked, "What about him?" ”

Ximen Fuxue didn't say his name, but Lu Xiaofeng knew that he was asking Xia Yunmo's whereabouts.

"He's also wounded, but it's much lighter than yours. Already left a day ago. ”

"By the way, he left you a note." Lu Xiaofeng took out a ball of paper from his arms and handed it to Ximen Blowing Snow.

"This guy left quietly and left a note for all three of us."

"The note for Hua Manlou read, "Beware of women", and the note for me read, "Beware of friends". I don't know what kind of fame it is. ”

"The winner is powerful, and the self-winner is strong."

The note was spread out, and in the ball of paper was a sentence like this.

Ximen Fuxue's eyes flickered, and he suddenly held the sword in his left hand and stabbed it fiercely towards the palm of his right hand.

Lu Xiaofeng was shocked, but he was holding a medicine bowl in his hand, and Ximen Blowing Snow's left-handed sword was also not slow, even if his two fingers were unparalleled in the world, it was already too late.

Suddenly, the sword penetrated Ximen Fuxue's palm, and the blood dripped on the bed, like a poignant plum blossom.

At this moment, Simon Fuxue's pale face turned with a strange red.

"Since my debut, I have never been defeated. The sword has not washed the blood of my opponent, so wash it with my own blood. ”

Simon Fuxue was still expressionless, he once thought that if he failed, he would have no choice but to die.

A swordsman can fail, he can't fail.

Just like his white clothes, stained with a little blood, he will change them.

If he was killed by Xia Yunmo, he would not complain at all, and it would be the honor of a swordsman to die under the sword with his sword.

But he didn't die, but he saw the note left by Xia Yunmo.

He knew that he must not die.

"Why are you doing this?"

Lu Xiaofeng sighed, for a swordsman, the hand is extremely important, especially for these peerless swordsmen.

Even the slightest mistake would cause their sword to deviate.

Ximen Blowing Snow's love for his own hands is not comparable to even Lu Xiaofeng.

Now, Simon blowing snow is clearly forcing himself to a dead end.

If his swordsmanship can't go further, and he can't use more clever swordsmanship to cover up the flaws on his hands, then he can only retreat.

And for the current Ximen Blowing Snow, he has already lost once, if he takes another step back, Lu Xiaofeng doesn't know what kind of things a proud person like Ximen Blowing Snow will do.

"Tomorrow, I'll set off with you. Simon blew snow and said.

Lu Xiaofeng nodded helplessly, although Ximen Fuxue was injured now, he was still the top swordsman in the world.

Moreover, Lu Xiaofeng could see that Ximen Blowing Snow's heart was not calm, he needed to fight, he needed to kill, to calm himself.

"Xia Yunmo, this bastard boy, ran away by himself and threw a bunch of messes to me, don't let me meet him again, otherwise I will feed earthworms to his mouth."

Where is Xia Yunmo, this bastard boy? What are you doing?

He was on a dimly lit street, ready to eat two fried chestnuts with sugar.