The black shadow in the sky moved to the top of the Forbidden City, lingering for a while, as if hesitating, and finally slowly leaving.

Ziqin almost didn't laugh out loud when he ran, these guys in red shoes are not really bold, at least they don't dare to drop bombs on the top of the Forbidden City.

Blowing up a building in the palace and blowing up the Forbidden Hall are completely different concepts.

But fortunately, these guys don't have the guts, otherwise Ye Gucheng may not be able to escape death, and even if the young son of heaven is big, he probably won't be able to tolerate the insult of being blown up in the Forbidden Palace, you must know that this is almost equivalent to a declaration of war.

Speeding up his pace, a few flickering Ziqin had already reached the top of the Forbidden City.

A slight sigh sounded at the same time.

"I thought you kid was going somewhere, but I didn't want to go around the inner courtyard of the palace."

Lu Xiaofeng's figure appeared beside Ziqin, with a faint smile in his eyes, and a hint of meaning, Ziqin knew that this guy must have seen something, but the current situation was not the best situation.

Lu Xiaofeng is a smart person, he has cracked many conspiracies, but fortunately he is not a person like Conan, so there is no truth in his dictionary, only such words.

Sometimes the bad is not necessarily really bad, and the good is not necessarily really good.

Immediately behind Lu Xiaofeng came back Ye Gucheng, followed by Ximen Blowing Snow and Sikong Picking Stars, and then Mu Daoren and others.

This alone can see the level of today's martial arts personal light skills, naturally, you can also see the size of your guts, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of Ziqin's mouth.

"You say that my swordsmanship is rare, it is rare in the world."

Ziqin's voice was indifferent, and he didn't know who he was saying this, but Lu Xiaofeng's face had changed slightly when he said this.

Simon Blowing Snow's gaze looked at him lightly.

The sword god didn't know the meaning of Ziqin's words, but he could feel the strong provocation in it.

Ye Gucheng's brows locked, and his voice cooled.

"You don't know anything about swords."

Cold and blunt words, but Ziqin had no anger, he looked at Ye Gucheng with a smile.

"Baiyun is leisurely, the South China Sea is unhindered, just now I chatted with the emperor for a while, well, our Shengming Son of Heaven seems to want you to Yongzhen South China Sea, you can now say that you are no longer a person in the rivers and lakes."

Ziqin's smile was extremely leisurely, but Ye Gucheng's face changed suddenly, and he looked at Ziqin with an unbelievable look in his eyes, but the latter nodded lightly.

"It's a pity that you can only stay in the South China Sea forever in the future, and the border pass general can't leave your fiefdom without an edict."

Ziqin laughed, laughed, all around, some people in the martial arts looked at Ziqin with pity, in the eyes of these people in the martial arts, Ziqin was undoubtedly the one who offended Ye Gucheng ruthlessly, no one in the rivers and lakes likes to be restrained, even if it is the four masters of the inner world, although they are far away from the rivers and lakes, they are by no means bound and free.

They can also enter and leave the palace freely, but Ye Gucheng seems to be bound to the South China Sea for the rest of his life.

In this case, Ye Gucheng is estimated to draw his sword and kill Ziqin.

In the silence, a laugh suddenly sounded, and everyone looked at it strangely, but it was Lu Xiaofeng laughing, laughing, laughing and holding his stomach, anyone could hear the joy in Lu Xiaofeng's laughter.

The people on the top of the Forbidden City frowned, they didn't understand why Lu Xiaofeng was smiling like this, could it be that they were so happy to see a peerless swordsman being bound.

"I'm afraid the big guys will have to break up tonight."

Wei Ziyun's voice suddenly sounded indifferently, and everyone was slightly stunned.

"Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng are peerless swordsmen, and the victory or defeat between them must be life and death, but Ye Gucheng is now an official of the imperial court and a feudal official, no matter who makes a move on such a person, it is a crime, how can I and other internal guards see such a scene."

Wei Ziyun's face is not very good-looking, no matter who presses down the heavy bet but finds that the one he pressed is invalid, I am afraid that he will not have a good face, but his duty is to protect the opponent on the opposite side who was originally pressed by himself.

Ximen Fuxue's brows were locked, he had already decided to duel, he had already made countless responses, and he was ready to do what Sun Xiuqing would do if he died, but when he came to the end, he suddenly found that everything was in vain.

It's a really awkward feeling.

"It seems that this battle is indeed no longer fought."

Ye Gucheng nodded, his voice was still low, he had already turned around when he spoke, and it seemed that he was ready to leave, however, Ziqin's voice sounded at this time.

"But it may not be, everyone is here, how can they disperse, although Ye Gucheng can't fight, but there are still people who can fight."

Ziqin's voice was extremely indifferent, and when he spoke, his eyes had already looked at Ximen Blowing Snow, and at this moment, the feeling of sickness on his body suddenly disappeared cleanly, and his whole person was like an unsheathed sword under the moonlight.

"What are you kidding, tonight is not your stage, right?"

Lu Xiaofeng's laughter has stopped, although there is still a smile on the corner of his mouth, but it has stiffened, it looks even more ugly than crying, at the top of the Forbidden City, countless people showed a sneering look, but these people did not believe that Ziqin could challenge Ximen to blow the snow, but the eyes of the Mudao people lit up.

"This battle was mine."

Ye Gucheng's voice was displeased, and when he spoke, he was already standing in front of Ziqin, his expression and voice were equally displeased.

"You don't know swords at all, what qualifications do you have to face Ximen Blowing Snow."

This sentence is quite polite, anyone can see that Ye Gucheng almost wants to draw his sword to teach Ziqin a lesson, but Ziqin is still smiling, smiling extremely indifferently, it looks like a cold sword flashing faintly in the moonlight.

"I have a sword heart, when I once abandoned the long sword, I found the sword heart, I don't understand the sword, but I have a heart, a heart that belongs to the sword."

Ziqin's voice was low, he slowly bypassed Ye Gucheng, trying to face Ximen Blowing Snow, but one hand grabbed him, this is Ye Gucheng's hand.

"As I said, this battle was mine, even if you know the sword, this battle is mine."

Ye Gucheng's expression was extremely firm, this was a person who was cold on the outside and hot on the inside, he was proud, but he was by no means nobody, he could sacrifice himself for Baiyun City, he could also sacrifice himself for his friends, as long as you became his friend, then you already had his life.

"I heard that Baiyun City is between the water and clouds, I heard that you like to sail overseas, I heard that you will feel like flying when you perform light skills between the sea and the sky, after this battle, I want to go to Baiyun City to see, take a look at the sea and sky, the scene of the handover of water and clouds, and feel the taste of becoming an immortal."

Ziqin smiled, and he took Ye Gucheng's hand away.

"The heart of the sword is not about being committed to the sword, not about the body being the sword, the heart of the sword is about why the sword is used, you think."

Ziqin looked at Ximen Blowing Snow, he understood that the sword god at this moment was inferior to Ye Gucheng, who had already found his sword heart, in Baiyun City, between the sea and the sky, Ye Gucheng's sword heart was the sky and the sea, and it was the living beings of Baiyun City.

Ziqin doesn't want Ximen to blow snow to become the sword god of the queen, ruthless Fang is a god, and the god of Ximen blowing snow hurts others and hurts himself.

Although countless people are drunk with Ximen Blowing Snow in that state, why should they hurt themselves and others because of other people's intoxication, Ximen Blowing Snow's success hurt himself, hurt Sun Xiuqing, hurt his son, and hurt Lu Xiaofeng.

Ziqin is not a good person, but Ziqin admits that both Ximen Fuxue and Lu Xiaofeng are his favorite characters, so he doesn't want to see these people get hurt.

"I don't understand what you're saying, my sword is just sincerity, sincerity to the sword, sincerity to the heart."

Ximen Fuxue opened his mouth lightly, his eyes had lit up, he naturally didn't understand Ziqin's words, but he already had his own sword heart, and once he had it, it was difficult to change it.

He also vaguely guessed his future path, and he was also sad, but he didn't have the slightest way, if his swordsmanship went one level further, he would inevitably enter that road.

There was no way back for him.

Taoism has too much forgetfulness, and the road he wants to enter, although it is not Taoist, but there is not much difference, and his next realm is forgetfulness.

Forget all emotions and truly be honest with the sword.

"Get out of your sword."

Ziqin sighed slightly, Ximen Fuxue's words made him understand that everything was unchangeable, although he was prophetic, but he was not a god, and he couldn't change everything.

The Xuangang sword has been unsheathed, and Ziqin's whole person has returned from the sword to the human.

People are swords, swords are swords, but what controls the sword is not the sword, but the killing breath, which belongs to the killing breath of Qifeng swordsmanship, this is a set of magic skills, filled with this endless killing intent magic sword.

Ximen blows a long sword in white clothes, like a fairy god under the moonlight, while Ziqin is a green shirt and iron sword, but he looks like a devil under the moonlight.

Black and white blended, everyone had the feeling of gods and demons fighting, Ye Gucheng's brows were deeply locked, and his hands were clenched unnaturally, but he didn't touch his sword handle after all.

He didn't dare to do that, because he knew that once he touched the hilt of the sword, once Ziqin was threatened, he was afraid that his body would think first and rush to save Ziqin.

When the two peerless masters duel, they will never allow a third party to intervene, and Ye Gucheng does not want to destroy Ziqin's reputation.

People like them already value their reputation over their lives.

"Old."

The two fought only three times, and Mu Dao Man had already smiled bitterly and sighed.

By the time of the fifth move, Wei Ziyun and the others' faces had turned pale, and they really couldn't believe that there were such swordsmanship in the world.

Ziqin and Ximen Fuxue's swordsmanship is actually very similar, there is no defensive position in the sword moves of the two, but each move is a killing move, many times the two of them hit a move, and the strength has not yet been developed and they have already changed their moves, because they have already found that if this move continues, the opponent's sword will pierce their necks first.

After ten moves, life and death are about to be separated, and even Lu Xiaofeng, who doesn't know how to swords, can see that Ziqin's iron sword can definitely pierce Ximen Fuxue's neck without a few moves.

At this moment, Ziqin's iron sword is no longer limited to swordsmanship, and even has no moves, at this moment, even the eyes of the Mu Dao people have been frightened.

"There are no tricks to win, but unfortunately, it's still not swordsmanship."

Ye Gucheng opened his mouth indifferently, his face had calmed down, but a faint trace of regret slowly flashed in his eyes, Lu Xiaofeng could see it, and he naturally wouldn't fail to see that Ximen Blowing Snow was definitely dead.

Two swords, one white and one black, crossed each other, and Ximen Fuxue's sword stabbed Ziqin's left chest, while Ziqin's sword stabbed Ximen Fuxue's neck.

Ximen Blowing Snow's eyes have dimmed, and his sword is still calm, but anyone can see that Ziqin's sword is one step faster, and when Ximen Blowing Snow's sword touches Ziqin's chest, his neck must have been pierced.

(To be continued)