The full moon has set in the west, and the lights in the distance have dimmed.

Lu Xiaofeng had already come to the eaves of the Taihe Palace.

Even Ximen Fuxue and Ye Gucheng have stood on both sides of the roof of the Taihe Palace.

Both of them are dressed in white, and they are spotless.

The two of them were as cold and sharp as their swords, and they had not yet been unsheathed, but they were already swordsmanlike.

It's just that Ye Gucheng doesn't seem to be in a very good state, he looks extremely pale, and even coughs from time to time.

Ximen Blowing Snow was still expressionless, as if he was ignoring this.

The two looked at each other for a long time.

Ye Gucheng raised the sword in his hand and said: "This sword is an overseas cold sword elite, blowing hair and breaking hair, the blade of the sword is three feet three, and the net weight is six catties and four taels." ”

Ximen blows the snow and says, "Good sword." ”

Ye Gucheng said: "It is indeed a good sword." ”

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 seven inches, and the net weight is seven catties and thirteen taels." ”

Ye Gucheng said: "Good sword." ”

Ximen blows the snow and says: "It's a good sword." ”

Although their swords had been raised, they were in the most comfortable and suitable position to draw their swords, but neither of them had yet been unsheathed.

This is because drawing a sword is the most basic and important means of swordsmanship, and the two of them obviously have to compete once, and from here on, they will be separated.

Seeing that the situation is about to erupt, the competition is about to begin.

Wei Ziyun suddenly said: "Both of them are masters of swordsmanship in the world, and they are deeply expected by the world. Naturally, it doesn't, and it doesn't have to be quenched on the sword, or hidden agency information.

It's just that this battle will inevitably be passed down to future generations. I wonder if the two of them can exchange swords to show fairness and trustworthiness. ”

Zhao Mingyuan felt that he was rubbing off on the heat and wanted to be a notary for the two of them.

In the future, as long as someone mentions this once-in-a-century competition, it is inevitable that they will have to mention him a few words.

Then he Wei Ziyun can be regarded as a disguised name for future generations.

Who in the rivers and lakes will not give him some face when he mentions this matter?

Ye Gucheng immediately replied: "Obey Taiwan's orders." ”

Simon Fuxue was silent, and after a long time, he nodded slowly.

In fact, if he had been a month ago, he would never have said yes.

How can a swordsman's sword leave his hand?

own sword, only death can separate it from itself.

Besides, before the decisive battle of life and death.

It's just that today's Ximen blowing snow is not the Ximen blowing snow a month ago.

He has changed, no longer a cold and merciless sword of killing, but has the temperature of a human.

Simon Fuxue said slowly: "My sword can only be handed over to one person. ”

Everyone can guess this person.

Wei Ziyun said: "Is it Lu Daxia?" ”

Simon Blowing Snow said, "It's him." ”

"Where's Ye Daxia's sword?" Wei Ziyun asked Ye Gucheng.

Ye Gucheng said: "If you don't bother the two masters, you will also bother Lu Daxia." ”

Even if Lu Xiaofeng was reluctant in his heart, he had to step forward at this time and take over the swords of Ximen Fuxue and Ye Gucheng in turn.

According to the rules, now Lu Xiaofeng should exchange the swords of the two of them, and hand over the sword of Ximen Blowing Snow to Ye Gucheng for careful inspection, and Ye Gucheng's sword should be checked by Ximen Blowing Snow, so that it is fair.

Lu Xiaofeng put the two swords under his armpits, turned his hands over, and all of them pulled out their swords, and suddenly the sword qi rushed into the sky, shining in all directions, and even the bright moon in the sky seemed to lose its color.

Lu Xiaofeng said lightly: "I don't think there is anything wrong with these two swords. ”

As he spoke, he directly threw one sword to Ximen Fuxue, and the other sword to Ye Gucheng.

Then, he walked straight away, walked to the edge of the eaves, and made way for the middle of the competition.

Everyone was stunned.

Sikong Xingxing couldn't help but ask, "What do you mean by this?" ”

Lu Xiaofeng looked at him and said, "I'm just telling them that next time there is such a thing, don't come to me." I've had enough trouble and don't want to bother with this kind of boring stuff anymore. ”

Sikong Xingqi said: "This is a boring thing? ”

Lu Xiaofeng said: "These two people are innocent and hateless, but they want to fight to the death for inexplicable things." If none of this is boring, then what's boring. ”

Everyone understood what he meant, and he asked the two of them to be merciful, and the competition was best to the end. It's enough to decide the winner, but you don't have to fight to the death.

Everyone can hear what he means, but they all understand that it is so easy to keep hands in such a competition.

Unless the gap between the two is too large, one side can easily defeat the other.

Otherwise, if you hesitate and distract yourself, you will immediately be caught by the other party, and the winner will be decided.

Therefore, what Lu Xiaofeng said was just his extravagant hope.

Everyone understands this.

Wei Ziyun snorted twice and said, "Now that the time has passed, there will be an early dynasty in the Taihe Hall tomorrow."

I hope that the battle between the two can be limited to half an hour, and after half an hour, it will be regarded as a draw, regardless of victory or defeat.

The master competition is between one and a half moves, and it is more than enough to think about it for half an hour. ”

But he never mentioned the matter of changing the sword.

This can be regarded as an answer to what Lu Xiaofeng said, if this battle really lasts more than half an hour, then even if it is a draw, neither of them will have to die.

It's just that everyone knows that this is impossible, and the competition between kendo masters can't be too long. Even if one move decides the winner, everyone will not be surprised.

At this point, the decisive battle has finally begun. Everyone has been holding their breath and waiting to see.

Ximen Fuxue stood with his sword pressed, as if what had just happened had no effect on him, and he was ready to strike at all times.

But Ye Gucheng's face was even more ugly, even his movements seemed to be a little sluggish, and he was still coughing.

Compared with Ximen Blowing Snow, Ye Gucheng really looked much older and weaker.

In fact, Ye Gucheng is only in his thirties now, and he is in the prime of life.

Ximen is also twenty and four, and there is not much difference between the two.

Many people's eyes have shown sympathy, this battle has not yet begun, but the victory or defeat is no longer known.

Simon blows snow but is still expressionless.

He's a ruthless man.

His sword is even more ruthless!

Ye Gucheng gasped for a while, and finally relented, and said to Ximen Blowing Snow: "When I was a teenager, I started to learn swords, and it has been more than thirty years now. There are countless people who have fought each other, and they are ready to die under the sword in every battle. ”

Ximen Fuxue quietly listened to what might have been Ye Gucheng's last words.

Ye Gucheng took a breath and continued: "So in today's battle, you and I don't have to show mercy. If a person who learns a sword can die under the sword of a master, won't he also die without regrets. ”

Simon replied, "Of course." ”

Many people watching the battle breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts.

If they are really competing with the idea of self-determination and no distinction between life and death, and they cringe between shots, then what else is there to see in this competition?

I saw Ye Gucheng take a deep breath, clench the long sword in his right hand, and said, "Please!" ”

I'm ready to make a move.

Unexpectedly, Simon Fuxue suddenly said, "Wait a minute." ”

Ye Gucheng said: "Wait a minute? How long do I have to wait? ”

Simon Blowing Snow said: "Wait until the wound is no longer bleeding." ”

Ye Gucheng asked, "Whose wound is bleeding?" ”

Simon Blowing Snow replied, "Yours." ”

When everyone looked at it, sure enough, the wound on Ye Gucheng's chest was oozing a little blood, and his white clothes had already been dyed red.

Simon Blowing Snow said: "If you wait for me for a month, I will wait for you for a month." ”

As he spoke, he flew straight down the Taihe Palace.

(End of chapter)