Si Nian looked at Ye Gucheng in the Taihe Palace, he suddenly had an illusion, the summer breeze was blowing, as if it was a remnant of winter......

The night was thicker, the full moon was fading, and she seemed to want to dodge, to avoid the sweetness and bitterness at this time, and her heart was sad. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info dodge the life-and-death duel between the two in front of her eyes......

The two sympathized with each other, and the peerless swordsman still had to draw the sword in his hand after all. Because in their lives, only the sword is eternal, and only when the sword is drawn is the heart beating. Their swords are cold, and their blood is colder than swords......

Si Nian stared at the indifferent expressions of the two, and at this moment he understood, why Qingfeng, Demon Wuji, and Little Beggar were enemies, but they were always reluctant to really attack each other. Why can the bloodthirsty demon god Blood Bodhisattva get together with a sad monk who never kills? Why did Shui Qingbo, with one hand, and his heart stay outside the desert, and when he received the news that the Supreme Order was shattered, he left, instead of killing the injured Qingfeng and others. Why was Qin Guyue able to indulge Fengyue to grow step by step, waiting for him to challenge himself. These people, no matter how the people below fight to the death, they have never hated each other and killed each other. It's just because, in the rivers and lakes, there will be only them one day. One less person, there will be more infinite loneliness, loneliness......

No matter how strong Ximen Blowing Snow is, no matter how peerless Ye Gucheng's sword is, even if Lu Xiaofeng's two fingers can clamp the sword of the deceased person, the Sword Demon Dugu, they are NPCs after all, and they will be surpassed by players one day. is like Liu Dieyi, who is known as invincible in swordsmanship, after all, he was seriously injured by the three of Qingfeng and died in the hands of Si Nian, who had just stepped into the way of the sword......

The cold wind blew through the two of them, raising their white snow robes and stirring their long hair. Si Nian and Feng Yue couldn't help but feel a trace of sadness in their hearts. Although they are NPCs, they are the ones who help them become super-first-class masters in the rivers and lakes after all. Either way, they both knew that someone would have to close their eyes here today.

The heart that stepped into the way of the sword was cold, and the blood was also very cold, and there was no emotion in the eyes of Si Nian and Feng Yue. They just watched, watched......

Si Nian heard Hua Manlou say that Ximen Chuixue once fell in love with a woman, got married, and had a son. Therefore, Si Nian knew in his heart that maybe today would be the last night of Ximen blowing snow......

The starry sky of the night sky vanished, and the full moon dimmed as two peerless swords were drawn.

Two immortal swords. The sword has been pierced! The sword that stabbed out, the sword momentum was not fast, and the distance between Ximen Fuxue and Ye Gucheng was still very far. Before the blades of their swords touched, they began to change constantly, and the movement of the people was slow, but the movement of the blades was very fast, because they had not even used a single move, they had already changed at will.

To others, the battle was neither fierce nor exciting. But Si Nian, Fengyue, Yeqi, and Qin Guyue had already oozed cold sweat.

They are all super-first-class masters in the world, but they are only masters who have just entered the way of the sword, they are not as good as Qingfeng, not as good as Demon Wuji, not as good as Little Beggar, not as good as Blood Bodhisattva and others...... is not as good as Lu Xiaofeng, the wind is clear, and the man in black next to Qingfeng. Therefore, they were forced by the sword intent of the two of them, and they couldn't help but tremble.

If Ye Gucheng's opponent wasn't Ximen Blowing Snow, every change in the sword in his hand would be a sword that would kill and win.

Their sword is one with man, and this is already the sword of the heart.

Lu Xiaofeng's hands suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and he suddenly noticed that although the sword momentum of Ximen Blowing Snow was flexible, it was actually sluggish, at least not as light and flowing as Ye Gucheng's sword.

Ye Gucheng's sword was like a gust of wind outside the white clouds, and there was nothing outside of him......

Simon Blowing Snow's sword seems to be tied to an invisible thread - his former home, his former lover, and his feelings are this invisible thread.

Lu Xiaofeng's fingertips were cold.

Now, no one can change the fate of Simon Blowing Snow.

Lu Xiaofeng can't, and neither can Ximen Blowing Snow himself.

The distance between the two of them is close!

Both swords have been stabbed with all their might!

This is the last sword, the decisive sword.

It was only now that Ximen Fuxue realized that his sword was a step slower, and when his sword pierced Ye Gucheng's chest, Ye Gucheng's sword was bound to pierce his throat.

He could no longer accept this fate.

But at this time, Ye Gucheng's sword momentum actually deviated, but it was only a deviation of one or two inches, and the distance of these two inches was already the distance between life and death.

The cold blade of the sword had pierced into Ye Gucheng's chest. In the entire empty Forbidden City, the masters of the rivers and lakes who watched the duel between the two seemed to be heartbroken when they heard the moment when the cold sword tip collided with the cold heart......

Ye Gucheng's cheeks, which were as cold as a thousand years, wiped a trace of pain and joy. Because he knew that all the joys and good things in his life would end in an instant. However, not only joy and beauty, but also the loneliness and loneliness that accompanied his life will also disappear. Now, he will be like an ordinary person, close his eyes, throw away everything in his life, and release the loneliness of his life......

I'm only afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the height is not cold...... Peerless masters, they have no friends, but they have been searching for them all their lives, the enemy who can become friends, the enemy who deserves to draw their hearts and dedicate their hearts. Ye Gucheng is dead, but he is happy. At least he is happier than Dugu seeking defeat, he is not lonely and old, and no one is worthy of him to draw his sword......

Ye Gucheng stopped when he saw the sword stabbed by Ximen Blowing Snow, but in the end it still didn't enter his heart. He was grateful, grateful that Simon Blowing Snow had finally pierced the sword into his heart and freed him......

At the last moment when he closed his eyes, the eyes of the two people made contact, and Ye Gucheng let out a long breath from the depths of his heart.

"Thank you."

When a person dies, will all the glory and brilliance of life disappear? All that is left is the memory of those who witnessed his existence? The others were all returned to the loess with the corpses......

Ye Gucheng closed his eyes that were as cold as a sword, and there was a faint smile on his frosty face, but that smile was vague and hazy in Ximen Blowing Snow's eyes......

Ximen Fuxue hid his sword and picked up Ye Gucheng's corpse, the sword was cold, and the corpse was even colder. The coldest is still Simon's heart blowing snow. His heart, his blood no longer flows, and his opponent, who is more worthy of respect than his friends, has died by his own sword. What did you win? What did you gain? Yes, just colder loneliness, colder loneliness......

Has Simon Blowing Snow been determined to hide his sword forever and bury the love in his heart forever? No one was clear, and everyone present bowed their heads......

A trace of loneliness crossed the eyes of the black-clothed man standing beside Qing Feng, and the sword held in his left hand sounded with a mournful dragon groan, as if he was sad for the departure of this peerless swordsman...... After a long time, the man in black muttered: "At the top of the Forbidden City, a sword comes from the west, and immortals fly outside the sky." Ximen blows snow and Ye Gucheng, Ye Gucheng dies ......" Then he slowly raised his head again, staring at the rising dawn in the east: "Xie Xiaofeng, when should our fate end......" After speaking, he left, stepped over the city tower, and flew to the land of dawn rising in the east. Seeing this, Qing Feng instantly shouted: "Master......" But no one responded to him.

Feng Qingyang sighed softly, he hadn't used a sword for a long time, so he didn't have a sword on him. He turned his head sideways: "Night, give me Chunjun." ”

Ye Yan didn't ask why, and handed Chunjun over with his left hand.

Feng Qingyang pulled out his pure jun with his right hand, and the white light in the sky accompanied the rising sun, and it was actually snowing in the entire Forbidden City!

Putting away the sword, Feng Qingyang looked at the white face with his eyes closed, and said gloomily: "Farewell, old friend, ......" The words fell, and he turned around and flew away. Nightshade followed at the same time.

Everyone else left one after another with a sigh. Only Si Nian, Feng Yue, and Lu Xiaofeng were still on the spot. Of course, there were also thousands of masters in the house, as well as hundreds of thousands of forbidden troops.

Ximen Fuxue hugged Ye Gucheng's corpse and walked out slowly, and the snowflakes falling from the sky were even more lonely. Lu Xiaofeng raised his head slightly, looked at the direction that Feng Qingyang left, and said quietly: "Thank you, Lao Feng, Ye Gucheng will like your gift......"

The commander of the forbidden army suddenly rushed over, waved his sword to block Ximen Blowing Snow's way, and said, "You can't take this man away, whether he is dead or alive, you can't take him away." ”

Ximen Fuxue didn't even look at him.

The commander said: "Now that Ye Gucheng is dead, do you still want to break out of the imperial city alone!" ”

A figure suddenly flashed and kicked him in the lower abdomen, kicking him to his knees. Feng Yue, who was dressed in white and snow, looked at him coldly: "Ye Gucheng is dead, but his disciple is still there." ”

The commander was about to reluctantly get up, and one foot had stepped on his back: "Lu Xiaofeng's friend has died, I don't want people to come to the funeral ......" Lu Xiaofeng looked up at the sky. Maybe he is the most lonely and lost his soul, if he doesn't stop Ye Gucheng, Ye Gucheng may not have to die......