"Guess who's going to win today?" Ye Gucheng said suddenly.

Ximen Fuxue pursed his lips vigorously and said, "Don't guess, it must be me." ”

"Why?" Ye Gucheng looked at Ximen Blowing Snow with a confident face, and didn't know where he got his confidence.

"It's just because there are still people waiting for me to go back."

Simon Fuxue smiled, and a touch of tenderness appeared on his cold face, That is the swordsman who has never shown himself in front of the world.

His man is always cold, as his sword.

However, now this cold sword god has feelings.

A trace of apprehension suddenly rose in Ye Gucheng's heart.

From this smile, he sensed the change in Simon blowing snow, and this change made him feel that things were beyond his control.

Ye Gucheng felt that it would be himself who would win.

He hadn't fought Simon Blowing Snow.

However, he had seen Simon's sword blowing snow.

It was still many years ago, when Ximen Blowing Snow had just broken into the rivers and lakes, at that time, the Lord of Baiyun City was already a hero.

At dusk, at sunset, a young man in white holds a long sword and challenges the world's famous swordsman at the head of the city.

His sword was as cold as his people.

Ten swords, with only ten swords, he killed his opponent, and at that time, Ximen Blowing Snow was still a nobody.

But after that battle, Ye Gucheng faintly felt that this young man in white was destined to be his fateful opponent.

So he treated him to a meal.

At the feast, Simon blew snow and was as cold as a piece of ice.

A clever swordsman needs to be cold, only when he is cold, he will be absolutely sane and sober, then his sword will not deviate from the slightest.

Coincidentally, Ye Gucheng is also a very cold person.

But he created a flying immortal outside the sky.

The immortals are high up, naturally they have no feelings, and Ye Gucheng is very confident in this sword.

He felt that this was the highest attainment of swordsmanship in the world, and no one would be able to follow, at least before Mo Li appeared, he felt that no one in the world could follow.

But don't leave the next step.

If his sword intent is that the immortals are on it, then Mo Li's sword intent is a heaven and earth, the general trend is vast, majestic and majestic, and the immortals no longer eat the fireworks of the world, after all, they live between heaven and earth.

But Ye Gucheng was not disappointed, because the person who defeated him was Mo Li, the number one swordsman in the world, and the four great masters were all defeated under his sword.

He was still confident, at least, in front of the top of the Forbidden City.

However, after he saw the change in Simon's blowing snow, his heart was finally shaken.

A cold swordsman has feelings, so what should his sword look like?

Ye Gucheng hadn't seen it, so he didn't know.

Because of the unknown, his heart was a little confused.

Still, he was convinced that he could win.

Because he is Ye Gucheng, he is the lord of Baiyun City, and he is invincible under the Flying Immortal Sword outside the sky.

Even if the other party is another peerless swordsman in the world, Ximen Blowing Snow!

"The person waiting for him is Sun Xiuqing."

When Lu Xiaofeng appeared in Ye Gucheng, he stood beside Mo Li again.

At this moment, he said the answer to Mo Li's previous question.

"Sun Xiuqing is already pregnant with Ximen Blowing Snow's child, and his wife and children are waiting for him to come home, so he must not die here." Lu Xiaofeng said.

At this moment, he is no longer half cynical, but his face is dignified.

As a good friend of Simon Blowing Snow, how could he watch the other party's wife and children lose their father?

"So, is that the real reason you're looking for me?"

Mo Li looked at Lu Xiaofeng with a smile and said, "What about Ye Gucheng, why do you want to save his life?" ”

"Because he is the Lord of Baiyun City, his life is not only his alone, but also related to the entire Baiyun City." Lu Xiaofeng replied.

Baiyun City is far away in the northwest, the people live a hard life, and there are many wars in the border areas.

However, out of a Ye Gucheng, his own swordsmanship was superb, and he also sheltered the people of a city.

If he dies, Baiyun City is afraid that it will return to its original appearance.

Of course, Lu Xiaofeng and Ye Gucheng are friends, but he and Ximen are friends of life and death.

In his heart, if there was a person who was going to die, it must not be Simon blowing snow.

However, Ye Gucheng also has his responsibilities and concerns.

Mo Li looked at the two swordsmen above the top of the Forbidden City, and his mood was very strange for a while.

These two people are extremely pure swordsmen, born for the sword and died for the sword.

But the two of them are not so pure, one is carrying Sun Xiuqing, and the other is carrying Baiyun City.

Of course Mo Li knows that Sun Xiuqing, the Emei faction Sixiu Sanying, Sun Xiuqing is Sixiu, in the original book, she is Ximen Blowing Snow's wife, but I didn't expect that in this world, in Ximen Blowing Snow, she was defeated by him, Dulone investigated the whereabouts of the Badao and was killed, and the Jinpeng Dynasty did not happen, she is still Ximen Blowing Snow's wife.

Perhaps, this is the marriage of heaven.

What he didn't know was that it was he who defeated Ximen Fuxue, and in his frustration, on the way back to Wanmei Villa, he met Sun Xiuqing.

There are many people who are lonely, but they have not met the right person, and when they do, no one can break them apart.

When Ximen Blowing Snow returned to the villa, there was an extra woman beside him, and the servants of Wanmei Villa also found that the owner of the farm, who had been cold, seemed to have some ordinary feelings.

Today's decisive battle is pure, but it is not pure, and they all have reasons to win.

And in the battle of the top swordsmen, the only way to win or lose is life and death.

"I also have people waiting for me to go back."

Ye Gucheng said in a deep voice, his tone full of firmness.

At this moment, he thought of the people of Baiyun City who were living a difficult life.

He was an immortal, but those people let him fall to the earth, which was a concern that he had to bear since he was born.

"What do you want?" Ye Gucheng asked.

Simon Blowing Snow knew what he meant.

If he loses, he will help fulfill his unfulfilled wish, and Ye Gucheng has the determination to win!

But what about Simon blowing snow?

It must be me who wins!

He said, "What do you want?" ”

Ye Gucheng smiled, he had already seen the other party's pride and confidence.

He didn't answer, because he was an equally proud and confident person, so he raised the long sword in his hand and said, "This sword is an overseas cold sword elite, with hair and broken hair, a sword blade of three feet and three, and a net weight of six catties and four taels. ”

Ximen Fuxue also raised the sword in his hand and said coldly: "This sword is a sharp weapon in the world, the blade of the sword is three feet and seven inches, and the net weight is seven catties and thirteen taels." ”

These are undoubtedly two good swords.

is a peerless swordsman, and he should be a rare divine soldier in the world.

The two did not speak again.

For the words have been spoken, and at the end of the words is the sword!

The starlight and moonlight faded in an instant, and all the brilliance between heaven and earth was concentrated on the two swords.

These are two dazzling swords!

The sword has been pierced!

The sword that stabbed out, the sword momentum was not fast, and the distance between Ximen Fuxue and Ye Gucheng was still very far.

Before the blades of their swords touched, they began to change constantly, and the movement of people was slow, but the movement of their swords was very fast, because they had changed at will before they could use a single move.

To others, the battle was neither fierce nor exciting.

But in Mo Li's eyes, he already saw the mystery in it.

These two people are worthy of being the top swordsmen in the world, and their swordsmanship has reached the realm of doing whatever they want, and it is also the supreme realm of martial arts!

If their opponents were not each other, every change in the sword in their hands would be a sword that would kill and win, and it was also a sword that few people in the world could take.

Their sword is one with man, if it goes one step further, it is the unity of heaven and man, it is the innate realm!

They had all already touched the threshold of innate sword intent!

Lu Xiaofeng suddenly exclaimed.

Just because he found that in the changes in the swordsmanship of the two, Ye Gucheng's was more light and agile, like a gust of breeze blowing, free and easy, but Ximen Blowing Snow's sword lost a bit of lightness, as if it was pulled by an invisible thread.

Lu Xiaofeng knows that that thread is a concern and a family's concern.

When a ruthless swordsman has emotions in his heart, his sword will certainly not be as ruthless as it used to be.

But this kind of change, if it falls on the duel with Ye Gucheng, you will die!

While!

A crisp metal crash.

In the midst of the sparks, the two swords had already collided together.

Countless sword qi suddenly escaped from the two of them.

Woohoo......

In the sound of cutting, the glazed tiles on the top of the Forbidden City were immediately cut out one deep ravine after another.

It's a start.

Dangdangdang......

The sound of the collision of the two swords was endless, and the two sword lights were as stunning as dragons under the moonlight, dazzling and extraordinary!

Fast, extremely fast, so fast that the people present, except for a few people, no one can see them clearly!

Anyone who can see clearly can see that among the two white-clothed figures, it is Ximen Blowing Snow that has fallen slightly.

His sword slowed a little.

A trace is not terrible, at least every sword of Ye Gucheng, he can block it, and he can effectively fight back.

However, the two fought more than one sword.

In the blink of an eye, a hundred swords and a thousand swords have passed!

In the whistling sound of sword qi, there was a slight gap, and finally accumulated a general trend, and Ye Gucheng was able to have one more sword!

The white-clothed figure retreated suddenly, and the people of Ye Gucheng floated up like a breeze and white clouds, blowing snow towards the west gate. The sword flashed. A sword is like a clear light, like a flowing cloud, like a shocking flood, and the lightning shoots down, and it is shrouded in a torrential wind.

A sword, flying immortals outside the sky!

This move has transcended the mundane swordsmanship, without half a point of fireworks, but it is incredible, just like a fairy descending to earth, in the moonlight, making everyone fascinated.

That kind of sword intent that is like a fairy in the dust, Rao is Mo Li has already seen it, and he can't help but feel a little lost.

Simon Blowing Snow is about to be defeated.

Even if he hastily took out his sword, how could he resist the Flying Immortals outside the sky that Ye Gucheng had been gathering momentum for a long time!

The confrontation between two peerless swordsmen, of course, can decide between life and death, and divide the victory and defeat, but the duel between two swordsmen of equal strength is like a game between two chess players, each sword is a chess piece, accumulating small momentum for the big trend, winning with small wins, and seeking big victories!

Ye Gucheng has been planning for a long time, and the flying immortals outside the sky who go all out are the last sword in this duel!

The sword light reflected Ximen Blowing Snow's face white.

Lu Xiaofeng suddenly became nervous!

He knows that it is this sword, whether the two of them can survive or not, it depends on this sword!

However, the person in front of him still did not move.

Is it in time?

He didn't know.

Although he himself was too late, he knew that Mo Li must be in time!

Simon blew the snow and moved.

He struck a sword.

The sword light is neither as fast as thunder, nor has it been weatherful, but it is just an ordinary sword, like a woman's gentle caressing, full of tenderness and sweetness.

This is no longer the swordsmanship of Ximen Blowing Snow in the past, those swords are full of killing intent, but this sword has no killing intent.

Ruthless to affectionate, Ximen Chuixue comprehended his own affectionate swordsmanship.

Mo Li nodded, his face was full of approval, and he was teachable.

With this sword alone, with another ten years of polishing, Ximen Blowing Snow will be able to comprehend the innate sword intent!

This hastily cut out, in fact, it was the sentient sword that Ximen Blowing Snow had been hiding for a long time and used to deal with the flying immortals outside the sky, and as soon as it was cut out, it made Ye Gucheng feel cold.

The battle of masters is naturally only a fraction of a second.

But in addition to swordsmanship and sword speed, there is also sword intent.

He accumulated the momentum and finally unleashed the killing move of the Flying Immortals outside the sky, but the other party's sentient sword intent, which was completely different from the ruthless sword dao, affected his sword intent.

That day, the Outer Flying Immortal's cold and incomparably ruthless killing intent was shaken under this sentient sword path.

Ye Gucheng saw a lot of things, there was the sun, there was light, there was laughter, and there was vitality.

He suddenly didn't want to draw his sword.

A swordsman, if he doesn't have the belief of killing, his sword will naturally no longer be able to be ruthlessly fast.

At this moment, no one knows who will stab each other first.

All the people were intoxicated with these two sword intents, and their eyesight was not enough to see the victory or defeat of the two.

But it doesn't matter, since it's a duel, there will always be a sword that pierces the opponent.

As long as one person falls, there is an answer.

However, in today's duel, no one is destined to fall.

Just when the two sword intents were extremely close, and the two long swords almost collided together, another sword intent appeared.

It was a fierce sword intent that was difficult to describe in words, rushing into the sky, as if it was about to pierce the sky!

In this heaven and earth, the silver full moon suddenly dimmed, and the stars in the sky were even more obscured!

The sword intent rises, and the wind and clouds change color!

That kind of vast sword intent, inside is the self-confidence that destroys everything, it is an invincible faith, and the sword intent is invincible in the world!

This is Mo Li's innate sword intent!

Buzz Buzz...... Buzz Buzz......

One after another sword sounds sounded, and the blades of everyone present all buzzed under Mo Li's sword intent, which was to worship the sword intent.

Whether it is Ye Gucheng's Flying Immortals outside the sky, or Ximen Blowing Snow's sentient sword dao, under the innate sword intent, they are not worth mentioning.

Perhaps, in the future, they will grow to this point, but for now, they can only surrender.

The swords in their hands were also buzzing.

Two swords that are not controlled by their masters, even if they are rare divine weapons in the world, naturally they can't kill people.

The difference between a line is a world of difference, and the difference between two trembling swords is more than a line from the original goal?

Besides, the sword intent of the two of them has been suppressed, how can they talk about murderous intent, and how can they talk about winning or losing?

Ximen Fuxue and Ye Gucheng stood in place, their eyes looking at the source of the sword intent, and at the young figure standing beside Lu Xiaofeng.

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