Lu Xiaofeng's eyes suddenly opened to the maximum, what did he see! Simon Blowing Snow actually laughed!

Although the corners of his mouth were only slightly curled, his eyes were rarely filled with scorching temperature. How can this ice cube face have such a rich expression today!

However, Lu Xiaofeng soon didn't care about being surprised, but retreated dozens of meters in a row to make room for them.

He knew that Simon Fuxue was looking forward to a fair matchup. This is the pride of being a swordsman.

If others wanted to stop him, Simon Blowing Snow would not let him go in the first place. Even if Lu Xiaofeng dared to help secretly, the two of them were afraid that they wouldn't even have to be friends.

Ximen Fuxue and Ye Gucheng glanced at each other, and they all flew towards the roof of the palace.

Standing proudly on the top of the tallest building in the Forbidden City, the two swordsmen confronted each other. The air was filled with a sword-like aura, and just looking at it made people's hearts chill, like a man's back.

The two of them seemed to have turned into two statues, and they still didn't move for a few minutes from the beginning to the present!

No, although the footsteps did not move, the eyes of Ximen Blowing Snow and Ye Gucheng were like electricity, and they kept wandering and staring at each other.

Holding the sword in his left hand, his right hand is pointing at the sword as his gaze moves, and the sword is pointed directly at the opponent's vital point!

The Law of Sighting! This kind of competition similar to Wendou has nothing to do with skill, and it is the most test of people's kendo cultivation.

With the passage of time, the two of them gradually entered a better state of swordsmanship in the air, and the slow temptation from the beginning became faster and faster.

The last move was still "pointing the country", and the next move was changed to "Liuyun Flying Sleeve". Sometimes the sword move is just halfway out, and the enemy plane changes halfway to block the opponent's offensive.

If those swordsmen in the rivers and lakes saw it, they would be greatly surprised, almost since the beginning of the war, the sword moves used by the two of them are very similar to the widely spread basic sword duels.

However, there seems to be something different in the details, and it is these small changes that turn decay into magic. The attack is so fierce and the angle is so tricky that it's hard to believe that they are using the same kind of swordsmanship.

At this time, the eyes of Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng became brighter and brighter, which was the irrepressible excitement when they met a strong opponent and hit a rival.

With the sword cultivation of Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue, this kind of competition to see who has more extensive knowledge and stronger accumulation is not of much significance to them.

Even if you only have one set of swordsmanship, a little change in the subtleties is a thousand moves, and there is no end.

Then, almost at the same time, the sword moves of the two changed again.

"Qiang~!"

The sword was unsheathed, and the sound of the sword rang out. In terms of pure swordsmanship, the two are almost comparable, and Ye Gucheng takes advantage of his age, has rich experience, and his moves are more mellow than Ximen Blowing Snow. It's a small win and half a move.

And now, it's finally time to compete for real strength!

The sword is refined into steel, and it can be achieved after thousands of tempers to achieve a peerless sword.

A swordsman is like a sword, only life and death fight, perseverance in adversity, and then transcendence. This is the real swordsman.

Now, Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng are using each other as whetstones.

Only by surpassing the opponent and surpassing yourself in the battle can you become the winner and live to the end!

The battle officially began, and in just a few breaths, the two had already made dozens of moves. From the beginning to the end, the two long swords changed their moves halfway under the master's envoy, and there was no trace of sword clashing!

Suddenly, Ximen Blowing Snow's eyes lit up, and a flaw was discovered! Suddenly, he stabbed straight with his sword, and the long sword was as fast as a meteor and like a ghost. Almost gone!

The air shattered under the attack, and at the top of the blade, the glittering tip of the sword snorted in the moonlight. This is the sword that cuts gold and breaks jade!

In the face of such a fierce attack, even Ye Gucheng did not dare to ignore it. With a solemn expression, the sword in his hand was lifted from the bottom to the top.

This sword is not fast, no, it is slow to be exact. It's not so much swordsmanship as it's more like a child's play.

But this sword is in Ye Gucheng's hands, but it has turned decay into magic. With a sword in his hand, he is like the Son of Heaven who is in charge of all the people, pointing out the country. Before the king, all the people worshipped!

Ximen Fuxue, who was shrouded in it, only felt that the air around him suddenly became heavy, as if it had turned into a sealed mercury in an instant, and people were breathless. He wants to make a man collapse to the ground.

"Good!"

Even if he was in a difficult situation, Ximen Chuixue sincerely praised this swordsmanship.

Heavy will not be heavy, and the enemy will be suppressed with a strong sword momentum that suppresses the world. With this move, I am afraid that any swordsman who can't resist his heart will never dare to draw his sword in front of him again!

But apparently, Simon Blowing Snow is no longer among those people. With a flick of the wrist, silver-white plum blossoms suddenly appeared out of thin air in the cold moonlight.

Hanmei is proud of the snow, the backbone is strong, and the arrogance of the legacy and independence is what can make it succumb?

The fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold, and only by hard work and hard work can it bloom its unique fragrance.

The same is true of Simon's sword blowing snow.

At first, it was just a flower bone, and the heavier the sword, the more gorgeous and colorful the plum blossoms became. When it came to Hanmei Turui, the heavy sword momentum was gone, and all kinds of suffering were no longer added.

Then the plum blossoms suddenly exploded, and the petals condensed by the sword were sharper than the sword.

Plum blossoms are flying all over the sky, silently. The air was cut by it the moment it was touched, and there was no sound in the silence!

Ye Gucheng's eyes lit up: "What a trick for Hanmei." The sword is like its person, and it is indeed good. It's a pity that although the plum blossom is good, it is just a moment of beauty. Wait until the spring thunder explodes, and what awaits it is only to wither and die. ”

"Boom!"

Ye Gucheng's wrist flicked, and the sharp long sword turned into a 10,000-pound iron rod. The sound of swords thundered, and the rubble of the palace vibrate. The blade shook, setting off waves of white air in the air that were visible to the naked eye.

The air waves have already drowned the plum blossoms, and they have crushed the enemy with a loud voice!

If Yang Guo saw this scene, he would definitely be shocked, isn't this the profound realm of lightness!

In the face of this sword, even Ximen Chuixue did not dare to take it lightly. Because the price is too heavy for anyone to bear.

Ximen Fuxue was still indifferent, but at this moment, the long sword seemed to be alive.

It's like a grass that is alive in the spring rain. Although it is such a tiny existence, it has an incomparably vigorous vitality.

Let the sound overwhelm it again and again, and then re-establish its backbone again and again. As long as it cannot be recorded, every calamity will be turned into nutrients for it to grow.

Wildfires burn inexhaustibly, and spring breezes blow and regenerate. Indifference is not ruthlessness, this is another layer of understanding of kendo after Ximen Chuixue and Sun Xiuqing fell in love.

"Good! Good! Good! ”

Seeing that the move was broken and the sword momentum was pressed towards him, Ye Gucheng laughed loudly and said hello three times in a row.

The movements in the hands are a change, the momentum is like thunder, the invasion is like fire, a sword is faster than a sword, and in a blink of an eye, the "weeds" that fill the four fields are burned all by it!

Ximen Blowing Snow also coped with it skillfully, and the continuous sword moves turned into a dense sword net.

The sword momentum slowed suddenly, and the bits and pieces converged into a river. Let the flames burn, can you still burn the rivers and seas?

With such a change in moves, the two of them have been deadlocked for hundreds of moves in the blink of an eye! This is almost a rare occurrence in swordsman duels.

But any swordsman must have amazing eyesight. Insight into flaws and grasping the timing is their forte.

Moreover, the swordsman is the best master of death to defeat the strong with the weak, and as long as he is given a chance to breathe between life and death, the situation will be turned around.

With the strength of Ye Gucheng and Ximen Blowing Snow, their eyesight can be called the ultimate in the rivers and lakes.

Even so, there are hundreds of deadlocks without winning or losing, and the two can only blame their ability to deal with it too quickly and their strength is too close.

But it is precisely because of this that we can enjoy a grand battle. The palace guards around him were so fascinated that they forgot their duties.

Unfortunately, there is always an end to the battle.

Suddenly, white clouds appeared around the battlefield and wandered in the void, fluctuating. And in the center, Ye Gucheng, who seemed to be in the clouds, looked solemn and solemn, as if an immortal had descended into the world.

Ye Gucheng: "The next sword is my life's work, and it is also the strongest sword move. ”

Ximen Blowing Snow: "This is naturally the best, I also have a sword, please taste it." ”

After speaking, Ximen Fuxue stood with a horizontal sword, the sword intent rushed into the sky, and the whole body was actually getting stronger and stronger, and even the person who was stabbed more than 100 meters away was cold all over his body. Until it reaches a certain apex, the sword intent of Chongxiao suddenly disappears!

And at this moment, in the eyes of everyone watching the battle, Ximen Blowing Snow also disappeared abruptly in front of their eyes! But when I looked closely, I felt that there was no more dazzling existence in heaven and earth than him.

In a trance, countless plums fell from the sky, and pieces of petals fluttered in the wind, beautiful. The nose is stirring, and you can even feel the pleasant fragrance between breaths.

But in Ye Gucheng's feelings, it was indeed completely different, every petal in front of him was a condensation of sword qi, and it was extremely sharp!

And the most feared thing is the long sword in his hand. The attack without a move is already so powerful, what a scene it should be when it comes to the shot!

However, Ye Gucheng suddenly smiled. If not, how can I be the opponent of Ye Gucheng.

At this moment, Simon Fuxue seemed to feel something and cast his eyes. The two looked at each other from afar, and they both saw the excitement and expectation that could not be concealed in each other's indifferent eyes.

At this moment, the two of them slashed at the same time!

The moonlight is as cold as snow, and the petals in the sky absorb the aura of heaven and earth and gather together, forming an independent snow and cold plum under the condensation of its own divine will.

The autumn night is cold and cold, the auspicious clouds are open, and the otherworldly immortals ride the clouds to descend on the mortal dust. All living beings and all living beings bow down.

The two intersected, and in an instant the heavens and the earth lost all color. The hearts of the spectators were attracted by it, and the corners of their mouths smiled, and a strange feeling that was difficult to describe filled their hearts.

For a long time, I watched the battle and came back to my senses. When I thought about it carefully, I was shocked to find that I couldn't remember anything!

At that moment, it seemed that he saw something, but he couldn't say it. Only those two transcendent figures are deeply engraved in my mind.

Looking at the field again, Ye Gucheng and Ximen Fuxue stood opposite each other, and the white clothes on their bodies were embellished with blood flowers, and they were only an arm's length between each other.

Ye Gucheng's long sword was broken in two, and less than one-sixth of the broken blade was only half an inch away from Ximen Fuxue's chest.

And Ximen Fuxue only had the hilt of the sword left in his hand, and he was stunned to see the fragments of the sword blade scattered under his feet.

It's clear who wins and who loses. On the night of the full moon, the top of the Forbidden City, the final battle. Winner, Ye Gucheng! (To be continued.) )