The night of the full moon, the top of the Forbidden City. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

A sword comes from the west, and immortals fly outside the sky.

As the conspiracy of usurpation was uncovered and the culprits were ambushed, this belated divine war finally returned to the original point.

The moonlight is as cold as water.

The two white-clothed fluttering figures stood opposite each other, as if they were about to turn into flying immortals in the next moment.

At this moment, the heavens and the earth were all quiet, and even the wind stopped the noise, looking forward to the final battle between the two.

The friends in the live broadcast room were also boiling-

"Nima, it's finally right!"

"Ximen Blowing Snow in the decisive battle against Ye Gucheng, who will win or lose?"

"In the original book, Ye Gucheng is even better, because Ximen Blowing Snow's sword is a ruthless sword, but he has a wife and children, and when he is not ruthless, his swordsmanship will naturally have flaws."

"It's a pity that these two are amazing characters, but they can't coexist in the world after all."

"Will the anchor be able to save Ye Gucheng later? I always feel that it is a pity that such a person dies. ”

"Upstairs makes sense, agree."

“……”

On the Taihe Palace, all the heroes of the rivers and lakes stopped talking, and even their breathing was extremely slow, but their eyes all fell on these two people.

Ximen Blowing Snow and Ye Gucheng are finally going to face each other.

One is the invincible Sword Saint of Gao Ling Nine Heavens.

One is a sword god who was born for the sword and died holding the sword.

Regardless of the outcome or defeat, the duel between these two will be brilliant and dazzling.

After the battle tonight, there will be no prosperity in the rivers and lakes!

At this moment, the eyes of countless people are here, or looking up, or looking forward to it.

Ximen Fuxue's eyes were as sharp as a sword, looking directly at Ye Gucheng, and suddenly said, "I can't now." ”

Ye Gucheng said: "Why can't you?" ”

Simon blew the snow and said, "Because your heart is not yet still." ”

Ye Gucheng was silent.

Ximen Blowing Snow said: "If a person's heart is chaotic, his swordsmanship will be chaotic, and if a person's swordsmanship is chaotic, he will definitely die." ”

Ye Gucheng looked back at Xiao Yu, remembered the poem he had given, and suddenly smiled freely, and his whole body temperament suddenly became ethereal, like a cold moon, not stained with dust.

The wind blew, the black hair fluttered, and the clothes were rolled upside down.

He raised the sword in his hand and said loudly:

"This sword is cast by overseas cold iron, the sword can be blown and broken, the blade is three feet three, and the net weight is six catties and four taels."

"In this life, I walk with a sword, do not seek immortality, do not seek the next life, I only wish to defeat the swordsmen of the world, after the age of thirty, comprehend the 'flying immortals outside the sky', and there will be no rivals from now on. Tonight, please taste the edge of this sword! ”

"Please!"

Simon Blowing Snow spat out a word, and spoke no more, for the words had been spoken.

Just as the end of the road is the end of the world, the end of the words is the sword.

……

Ye Gucheng's sword was unsheathed, and the sword seemed to be pale in the moonlight.

"Boom!"

A crisp sword roar, as if coming from the nine heavens, like a crane, like a dragon's groan, the sound of the sword clear, resounding in the night sky.

As if an electric light slashed through the void, accompanied by an indescribable feeling, the sword seemed to come to life, from a cold dead thing to an inseparable part of the body.

Ye Gucheng's temperament changed again, becoming ethereal and dusty, like an immortal descending into the world, the moment he drew his sword, his whole person turned into a cloud of mist and surged out.

The peculiar thing is that this sword is as fast as a meteor, but it is slow enough to make people see every movement and every expression, it stands to reason that this kind of feeling will make people vomit blood, but Ye Gucheng's sword seems to be flawless and impeccable, and in the eyes of others, there is only indescribable beauty.

A sword broke through the sky, as if the Guanghan fairy descended from the middle of the moon, wrapped in boundless clouds, tore open the sky, and the immortal came into the world.

No one can describe the grace of this sword, just as no one can witness the true face of an immortal.

In the face of this sword, any flowery rhetoric loses its original color, and all language becomes pale.

A sword comes from the west, and immortals fly out of the sky!

At this moment, even time and space have lost the meaning of existence, heaven and earth, only this sword!

At the same time, a similar sword sound sounded at the same time.

"Boom!"

A flash of fanaticism flashed in Ximen Blowing Snow's eyes, drew his sword, stepped forward, and faced the battle.

The sword in his palm shook, the tip of the sword trembled, and a sword aura rushed into the sky, rolling his head full of black hair flying.

Many martial arts people present were strong or weak, and they only felt that there was a flower in front of them, and the strange-shaped ancient sword had already drawn a dazzling electric light, **** out.

The next moment.

Countless stars suddenly appeared around Ximen Blowing Snow, and the dots of stars were intertwined into a brilliant nebula, which fell surging with the momentum of the Milky Way.

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

Countless sword strikes were made in unison, almost deafening people's eardrums.

Almost instantaneously, the vision suddenly dissipated.

Zheng!

Only a cold and clear sword roar suddenly sounded, and everyone seemed to hear the dragon's groan, but the vague figure of the Nine Heavens Xuannu suddenly shattered and disappeared.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still.

Cloud elimination.

The rain dispersed.

Wind stationed.

Moon cold.

The starlight and moonlight also became more and more dim, and it seemed that all the light in the heavens and the earth had been concentrated on the two swords.

Two immortal swords that have also been immortalized through the ages.

And at this moment, the sword has been pierced, and the edge has entered the body.

A slender hand, holding an equally slender sword, was handed out straight like an eternal long night and cold winter.

The cold black sword blade silently pierced Ye Gucheng's chest.

Looking at Ye Gucheng, whose face was pale due to the dissipation of life, but who smiled freely, Ximen Fuxue moved his lips, and for the first time, complex fluctuations appeared on his indifferent face that had not changed for ten thousand years.

He knew very well that Ye Gucheng's sword was one point faster than his own.

When the sword god is no longer ruthless, there will be a flaw in the sword technique.

He should have been the one who was stabbed in the throat first.

But at the last moment, Ye Gucheng's sword momentum deviated, although it was only a deviation of one or two inches, but it became the distance between life and death.

In the live broadcast room, the friends sighed.

"It's a pity, Baiyun City Lord, flying immortals outside the sky, it's just terrifying."

"If Ye Gucheng is not merciful to his subordinates, he should be the final winner."

"So what, he has committed the crime of treason, can he still escape?"

"I'm going, it's too fast, isn't it? One move to divide the winner and loser? I lowered my head and teased the grumpy cat, and it was over when I looked up. ”

“……”

On the Taihe Palace.

Countless people's faces were complicated, and they only felt that a thousand words were choked in their throats, but in the end, they could only turn into an inaudible sigh.

Although he was looking forward to the victory between the Sword Master and the Sword God, when he really saw one of them fall, the complexity in his heart couldn't help but gush out.

Sword Saint Ye Gucheng, Sword God Ximen Blowing Snow, these two people represent the highest achievement of the sword path of the entire Jianghu martial arts.

Tonight's battle is not just as simple as missing a Ye Gucheng.

Instead, there is one less sword saint admired by 10,000 people, a sword trick floating in the clouds, and a flying immortal outside the sky.

After this battle, there was no prosperity in the rivers and lakes.

(PS: Well, if you can accept it, I'll try it in a short space?) For example, the death of Jiraiya...... (To be continued.) )