The bright moon has sunk in the west, standing on the Taihe Palace, the full moon seems to fall beside you, it looks rounder, brighter, and more beautiful!

There were a lot of people, but there was no voice, everyone was waiting, waiting for Ye Gucheng's physical strength to recover to its peak, waiting for the bleeding from his wounds to stop.

The medicine is amazing, the blood from the wound has stopped, lying on the glazed tiles at will, looking at the full moon, very leisurely!

Ye Gucheng stared at him, he had been staring at him for a long time, and he suddenly said a very strange word: "You are not a god, nor a demon. ”

Arbitrarily said: "No! ”

Ye Gucheng said: "But now, no one in the world does not regard you as a god and a demon. ”

Arbitrarily said lightly: "Maybe." ”

Ye Gucheng said calmly: "You once said that you have no enemies and no opponents, you only hope to have a few friends...... I can understand that feeling now. ”

Laughing arbitrarily: "You will kill him?" ”

Ye Gucheng didn't answer, just was silent.

Arbitrarily whispered: "If you still hesitate, you may be the one who dies." ”

Ye Gucheng sighed: "You're right, he has that ability, he's a good opponent." ”

"But you feel guilty, you feel like you've taken advantage of him, you've taken advantage of this pure duel between you. ”

Ye Gucheng did not speak.

A breeze blew, a figure fell, Lu Xiaofeng came, he stood beside the two of them, watching the two of them...... There was still horror on his face, and there was still palpitations in his heart.

"That'...... That person, that person is not the emperor? ”

Both of them laughed and replied casually: "I'll tell you, you dare to listen?" ”

He didn't dare, he didn't, because he had already guessed the answer.

Lu Xiaofeng already saw cold sweat on his forehead, but he still asked, "Why?" Why? ”

Ye Gucheng said lightly: "You won't understand this kind of thing." ”

Lu Xiaofeng laughed sadly and said, "Yes, I really don't understand, why did you do this, the Lord of Baiyun City is far away in the sky, and people are like flying immortals, why would he do such a thing?" Is it really for glory and wealth? Or ......"

Ye Gucheng glanced at him from the corner of his eye and said with a smile: "No why, just to pass the rest of your boring life." ”

Lu Xiaofeng opened his mouth and couldn't say anything.

Lu Xiaofeng understood again...... The reason why he did this was only because his swordsmanship had been perfected and he had nothing to ask for, and he felt that the height was unbearable and lonely, so he did this kind of thing.

This kind of thing seems ridiculous and incomprehensible, but Lu Xiaofeng can only find this explanation.

At this time, Ye Gucheng suddenly turned around.

It's time!

……

Everyone looked at the two of them, although the sword was not unsheathed, but the sword intent had already been struck...... Kill people's skin, freeze people's bones!

They didn't say anything, they didn't have anything to say, all they had to say was the sword!

The sword was unsheathed, almost simultaneously unsheathed, and when it was unsheathed, the swords converged. There was a clang, followed by a flash of sword light, sparks shot wildly, and the sword light was dazzling and amazing!

On a moonlit night in the sky, the two swords intersect and separate, each standing at one end, and the two are both mutually exclusive and mutually pulling.

Ye Gucheng flew diagonally with a sword, seemingly without the slightest change, but it had exhausted the magic of change.

Although the sword has not changed, the sword intent has changed first, or bending, or folding, or cutting, or horizontal, he is just an oblique stab, but there is no change, and it is the best change.

With such a sword, Ximen Blowing Snow can neither be kept, but can only shoot with all his strength!

Bite!

The twin swords rang out again, and everyone was shocked by the swordsmanship of the two in a cold sweat.

Between the sword and the sword, there is no room for others, and their people are also fully integrated into the sword, the sword light is cold, cold, and the sword light is bright and dazzling!

Ye Gucheng's swordsmanship is elegant and smart, like a natural one, interspersed with each other, like a whimsical, any change, any sword move, all at will, move at will.

And Ximen Fuxue obviously failed to do it, although his sword responded one by one, his moves seemed to have slowed down.

The air was like a torn cloth, torn to pieces by the blade of the sword.

Lu Xiaofeng's whole body was already cold, and he suddenly found that the changes in Ximen's blowing snow swordsmanship had gradually become unable to keep up. Although it seems to be mysterious now, it is actually a little sluggish.

On the contrary, Ye Gucheng's sword seemed to be more magical...... Every sword he used seemed to have no flaws, and every move was impossible to resist.

Flawless sword moves come out in a steady stream, and no one is allowed to have a chance to fight back, even if it is Ximen Blowing Snow, and now Ximen Blowing Snow can only see the moves.

Twenty swords, thirty swords, forty swords......

No one thinks it's wonderful, everyone just feels terrible, and this horror permeates everyone's heart.

After the two swords clashed again, the two of them swung each other's sword blades at the same time, and Ye Gucheng's sword technique suddenly changed, and six swords were stabbed out in a row...... There is no coexistence of virtual and real, and there is no extremely complex sword style.

It's not weird, it's not weird, it's only fast, it's only absolute!

"Ding" the first sword, the west gate blowing snow separates the sword, the second sword, pick open; the third sword, split; When the fourth sword arrived, Ximen Fuxue could only retreat......

As soon as he retreated, the sword light chased after him, and Lu Xiaofeng almost lost his voice.

The sword light flashed, the figure flickered, and when Ximen blew the snow on his waist and abdomen, a hole had been cracked.

He immediately returned the sword, the sword light flashed, the clothes fluttered, and the sword was like a shock!

This sword is endless, and there is no gap to take advantage of, but when Ye Gucheng's fifth sword came, the tip of the sword was on the edge of the sword, and the move was steep...... Ximen blows snow and can only retreat.

But when the sixth sword came, Ye Gucheng's swordsmanship spat out and stabbed straight at him. This thorn is wonderful, like a spring flower and a colorful butterfly.

If a man's heart is dirty, how can he win!

The swordsman, after the sword, should forget about life and death, he seems to have always had concerns, he seems to have been afraid of death, and now when life and death are born, he has forgotten his fear.

He had no tricks to use, he had a sword but couldn't use it, but the sword still came out, and the move was suddenly formed!

The sword light broke through the sky and soared into the sky.

No one knew how he did it, and no one knew how he swung his sword, the two swords twisted together, the sword light flickered, and the shadows were suddenly separated and separated.

Ye Gucheng looked at him in surprise, and the surprise was more pleasant.

As soon as the six swords passed, this was the seventh sword and the last sword, flying immortals outside the sky...... The sword blade went straight down, the sword light was like a flying rainbow, the sword light rose with a fierce and gorgeous killing intent, and the sword light had been nailed to the throat of the snow blowing at the west gate.

The sword aura was urgent, the sword light was dazzling, and Ximen Blowing Snow swung out the last sword!

Gorgeous and gorgeous, brilliant and peerless.

Like a touch of silver light sprinkled by the moonlight.

Like a flash of lightning from the sky.

In fact, it's just a sword, two swords, peerless swordsmanship, and a ruthless sword edge.

The blade of the sword is cold, but the blood is not, the cold blade of the sword has pierced into the chest of Ximen Fuxue, and a sword has also stopped at Ye Gucheng's throat.

At the last moment, his sword was still slow......

The sword was drawn and the sword fell, and Simon Fuxue looked at him with a complication in his eyes that no one could understand.

"Why?"

Ye Gucheng said: "This battle shouldn't have happened like this, I was wrong first." ”

The person fell, and the person who fell was hugged by Lu Xiaofeng.

Ye Gucheng put his sword back into the sheath, looked up at it, the breeze and the moon, he suddenly felt an indescribable loneliness, until he thought of someone. Looking around, the man was gone.