Ximen Fuxue walked in quietly, a little different from usual, with a trace of sorrow on his cold and frosty face.

Who is he?

He is a sword god, seven years old to learn swords, seven years of success, so far has not met an opponent, swordsmanship is superb, the sword path is sharp and sharp, can make the immortals, Buddhas and ghosts moved, he has approached the realm of God, because he has been ruthless.

But what could grieve him?

"Tonight, I will fight with Ye Gucheng, if I lose, I will exchange everything I have for the happiness of one person, the shopkeeper doesn't know if it is possible?" Simon Blowing Snow with a frosty face, there was a trace of tenderness in his eyes, the god was no longer a god, because he was emotional, this was a sword god who had fallen into the mortal dust.

"Who?" Zhou Yang asked, although he already had a guess in his heart, because there were only a few people who could really care about Ximen Blowing Snow.

"My wife."

Ximen Chuixue said coldly, he was afraid, Ximen Chuixue never thought that he would worry about the emotions one day, but on the eve of the decisive battle with Ye Gucheng, he realized that his love for his wife was beyond his imagination, and he was worried that if he died in battle, there would be no one to take care of his pregnant wife.

Zhou Yang nodded lightly, and said with some doubts, "Why do you still have to compete with swords?" ”。

Ye Gucheng looked down on others, and once sighed as a lonely master.

Therefore, he participated in the conspiracy of the prince of Nanwang to usurp power and seize the throne, and prepared to take advantage of the decisive battle between the top of the Forbidden City and Ximen Fuxue to transfer all the guards of the inner palace and let the prince of Nanwang seize the throne.

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 to achieve greater ambitions, it could also be said to pass the rest of his boring life.

Does the current Ye Gucheng think that other worlds have no opponents?

"Because he is Ye Gucheng." Ximen Fuxue said lightly, a real swordsman, once a matter is decided, there must be a beginning and an end, not to mention, there will always be a battle between them.

After saying that, Simon Fuxue turned around and left, without a trace of procrastination.

This is Simon Blowing Snow!

Pale garments like snow.

A sword as pale as snow.

Pale side face like snow.

Loneliness as pale as snow.

If there is dirt in the heart, its sword will be weak!

Now the dirt in Ye Gucheng's heart may have been removed, and Zhou Yang can't be sure what the final victory will be.

月圆之夜，紫禁之巅，一剑西来，天外飞仙。

Zhou Yang couldn't help but say to himself, this is a duel between two peerless swordsmen, but unfortunately, Zhou Yang can't go, this world needs more than a thousand value points.

After Zhou Yang exchanged Maoshan Dao, there were not many value points left on his body.

"By the way, you can sell tickets." Zhou Yang's eyes rolled slightly, and he couldn't help but think that in the duel between these two peerless swordsmen, there would definitely be many peerless swordsmen, hoping to take a look.

"On the night of the full moon, the top of the Forbidden City, a sword comes from the west, and immortals fly outside the sky. Ye Gucheng and Ximen Blowing Snow will face off in the Forbidden City tonight, and anyone who wants to watch it only needs to pay a hundred value points. After Zhou Yang issued the announcement, he quietly waited for the arrival of the others in the Wanjie Tower.

Smiling proud of the world.

Yue Buqun had already taken the sword in his hand and secretly measured it and weighed it.

"The sword is cast from a thousand years of cold iron, blowing hair and breaking hair, the blade of the sword is three feet four, and the net weight is seven catties and three taels." Yue Buqun would run to the top of the mountain in the dead of night every day to secretly practice this line, posing in various poses.

Because it is getting closer and closer to the time of Wuyue's sword discussion, if you don't hurry up the practice, how can you compare to the pressure of Shangye Gucheng.

recalled again in his mind, Ye Gucheng's expression and movements at that time, Yue Buqun changed his posture again.

"On the night of the full moon, the top of the Forbidden City, a sword comes from the west, and the immortals fly outside the sky・・・・・・" Yue Buqun's face twitched slightly, how long has it been, I thought that the dialogue I had just practiced was already very high, but now, I actually competed on the top of the Forbidden City, on the palace.

With this unique ring, this force far surpassed everyone else, how could they have thought of this place?

Originally, I heard that the people who broadcast the world of the Condor Heroes, in Huashan, they all feel that they are very high, but now they only feel that they are like that, there are too many mountains in the world, but there is only one emperor, and the palace is just that, this is the real place for master competition.

Shouldn't the five mountains discuss the sword in a different place, where is it?

Yue Buqun frowned a little, in the palace, their group of people, I am afraid that it will be difficult to touch even a corner of the palace, and they will be directly wiped out by the army.

"Let's go find Uncle Feng first." Yue Buqun was a little helpless, 100 value points was already a very large number for him, far beyond his ability to pay.

Yue Buqun walked towards the back mountain, since Feng Qingyang was defeated in the hands of Ye Gucheng, he retreated in the back mountain of Huashan, wanting to break free from the shackles of Dugu Nine Swords.

However, how can it be so easy, Dugu Nine Swords is one of the top swordsmanship in the world, these years, Feng Qingyang has already indulged himself in Dugu Nine Swords, and now if there is no big opportunity, he may not be able to get rid of Dugu Nine Swords for the rest of his life.

"Is Uncle Feng here?" Yue Buqun had just run to the back mountain, and he shouted loudly.

He didn't know where Feng Qingyang was in retreat.

"What's the matter?" The wind cleared and walked out of a cave, his voice tinged with a hint of exhaustion.

Yue Buqun was a little stunned and looked at the wind in front of him, his white hair was messy, his white clothes were already stained, and his eyes were a little dull, is this still the fairy wind and Dao bones before, the peerless and indifferent uncle?

Now, it looks like a beggar on the side of the road.

"Uncle Feng, Ye Gucheng and Ximen Fuxue will compete in the Forbidden City, I wonder if you will go to watch?" Yue Buqun asked cautiously, now it is completely a thigh, whether it can be reported or not depends entirely on the will of the thigh.

"Ye Gucheng and Ximen blowing snow?" Feng Qingyang's face was a little bitter, it was those two young people, one of them had already defeated him, and the other was probably no less than him.

"However, I don't have any money, does the head of the house want to invite me to go?" Feng Qingyang's face suddenly turned and asked.

Yue Buqun's face couldn't help but twitch a little, "Uncle Feng, if you want a hundred taels of silver, I have it, but I don't have any value points." ”

"Uncle Feng, you still hurry up and trade the Dugu Nine Swords, you also saw it last time, the heirs of Dugu who seek defeat have appeared, who knows if they have a deal, if you don't trade it now, the Dugu Nine Swords may become invalid, there is no certain value point, how can you go to other worlds." Yue Buqun said demagogically on the side.

"Okay, I'll go now." The wind was clear and his face trembled slightly, and he disappeared into the back mountain of Huashan with Yue Buqun.

The world of the Condor Heroes.

"The sword is cast from the alien stone, the hair is blown and the hair is broken, the sword edge is three feet five, and the net weight is five catties and three taels." Guo Xiang held a cyan sword in his hand and said to Guo Fu who was standing opposite, the two were just engaged in the usual martial arts competition.

When Guo Fu heard this, he also said with a serious face, "The sword is made of thousands of irons, sharpened iron like mud, the blade of the sword is three feet seven, and the net weight is six catties and three taels."

Before the competition, self-reporting the quality of weapons has become a trend in the world of Condor Heroes.

"Well, wait a minute." Guo Xiang looked at Guo Fu, who was about to rush over with his sword drawn, and shouted loudly.

"On the night of the full moon, the top of the Forbidden City, a sword comes from the west, and immortals fly outside the sky・・・・・・" Guo Xiang's big eyes couldn't help but shine, "Sister, let's go to the roof to compete." ”

Guo Fu, "・・・・・・".

Amorous swordsman ruthless sword world.

In a small tavern.

A man dressed in white sat in a corner, slowly drinking as if no one was around.

He was tall and handsome, but his expression was haggard, his face was sickly, and he bent over and coughed from time to time, as if he would fall at any moment, but as if he would never fall

The corners of his eyes were full of wrinkles, and every wrinkle seemed to be filled with the sorrows and misfortunes of his life, but his eyes were young.

These are strange eyes, as if they are turquoise, like willow branches blown by the spring breeze, gentle and flexible, like the sea water in the summer sun, full of pleasant vitality.

"On the night of the full moon, the top of the Forbidden City, a sword comes from the west, and the immortals fly outside the sky・・・・・・" The man in white smiled slightly, his eyes full of interest.

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