There are still two months, the plum blossoms in Wanmei Villa have not yet bloomed, the autumn wind is bleak, and the red maple is like fire all over the mountain. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

At the entrance of the villa, a person stood upright, white as snow, but the sword at his waist was pitch black, narrow, and ancient, and the corners of his eyes were lowered.

Three zhang away, a person was also standing upright, white as snow, but the sword at his waist was gorgeous, broad, and domineering, his shining eyes were looking at each other, his voice was trembling, and his tone was full of excitement:

"You're not him. ”

The other party didn't say a word.

"Draw your sword. ”

The other party didn't even look at him, and said coldly: "As soon as my sword is out of the sheath, it will hurt people's lives, and you will force me to draw my sword?"

"I've been waiting for your sword for twenty-one years. Ye Gucheng was already suspicious, wondering if Ximen Blowing Snow had also found someone to disguise himself?

But the sword will not deceive people, the mistake of Ximen Blowing Snow's sword back then was not a mistake at all, he had already swung an invincible sword, but unfortunately his heart stopped beating at that moment.

It is not the invincibility of the immortals flying outside the sky, but the impermanence of fate.

Ximen Fuxue's heart actually had a sudden arrest, which Ye Gucheng did not expect.

Ye Gucheng's victory back then was disgraceful, and he was helpless to lose in the end, which was completely a trick of fate.

The cool autumn breeze seemed to be urging the two swordsmen in front of him.

Twenty-one years ago, on August 15, the fight between Ximen Fuxue and Ye Gucheng was postponed due to the existence of a stand-in.

Twenty-one years ago, on September 15, the battle between the two came to an abrupt end because of the sudden death of the emperor and the sudden death of Ximen Blowing Snow.

Ye Gucheng hated, hated himself, and hated Simon blowing snow even more.

After the battle at the top of the Forbidden City, Ye Gucheng could no longer use the Flying Immortals outside the sky, but after the battle at the top of the Forbidden City, the Flying Immortals outside the sky were also full of regrets.

Ye Gucheng thought that he would die at the hands of the other party, but God seemed to be mocking himself and letting himself survive, and let King Pingnan's plan succeed.

Ye Gucheng hated himself and hated himself for betraying the way of the sword.

Ye Gucheng hated Ximen for blowing snow, and he couldn't fight with his own strength!

Therefore, as soon as he heard the news of "Ximen blowing snow", he rushed to Wanmei Villa, and today, September 15, twenty-one years after the battle at the top of the Forbidden City.

The West Gate blowing snow in front of me is too similar, too much like the West Gate blowing snow.

Except for being a few years younger, it is no different from Ximen Blowing Snow.

Ye Gucheng has almost determined that the person in front of him is "twenty-one-year-old Ximen Blowing Snow".

Ye Gucheng abandoned the false friendship, abandoned the friendship that Lu Xiaofeng once gave, and picked up the hatred for Ximen Blowing Snow.

This is an innate hatred that cannot be without, which is both wonderfully righteous and stupid, stupid and wonderful.

What I hate is that since I gave birth to Ye Gucheng, why did I give birth to Ximen Blowing Snow.

Ye Gucheng believed that the Ximen Blowing Snow in front of him was also hating himself.

The distance between hate and love, why is it always so personal is difficult to measure.

Now, the time has come for a decisive battle.

Right now, right here.

This is a real decisive battle, Ye Gucheng can't wait any longer, he wants to go back to Ye Gucheng, he wants to go back to the master of the flying immortals outside the sky.

In heaven and on earth, no one or anything can stop this decisive battle.

Ye Gucheng didn't ask where did the "Ximen Blowing Snow" in front of him find the black sheath sword, was it from Sun Xiuqing's hand, or was it in Lu Xiaofeng's hand?

Even if this sword once belonged to Yan Nantian, what if the other party's sword path had already surpassed the weapon in his hand.

"Me too!" Ye Gucheng told himself.

Victory is rebirth, and defeat is complete death.

The former Ye Gucheng abandoned all human love and feelings, and chose to fight with the sword.

Ye Gucheng's life is a sword, and the sword is Ye Gucheng's life. It's just that life itself is a war, big and small, all kinds of wars.

It is a pity that in the last war, he chose a conspiracy instead of his own sword.

God played jokes on him again and again, and now he has another chance to choose again.

Give him another Simon blow snow, and let him pick up his sword.

He had no choice.

He believed that so did the "Simon Blowing Snow".

The other party never drew his sword, but Ye Gucheng said slowly: "I believe now that you are him." ”

When the words fell, the mountains of red maples were darkened!

The light between heaven and earth has faded, and all the brilliance seems to be concentrated on the two swords.

Two immortal swords.

The sword has been pierced!

The sword that stabbed out, the sword momentum was not fast, and there was still a long distance between the two of them "Ximen Blowing Snow" and Ye Gucheng.

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

This is a competition of pure sword intent, in the spiritual world of the two, every move has been issued, but it has been broken by the other party.

In the world of swords, they have done as they pleased.

The so-called unity of man and sword is nothing more than that.

Ye Gucheng abandoned his family, power and friendship, and left the sword in his hand alone, like a white cloud in the wind, floating between heaven and earth.

Wanmei Villa Sun Xiuqing's mother and son have been away many years ago, and "Ximen Blowing Snow" has long been unconcerned.

The clouds are impermanent, condescending.

The wind blows the snow, and the sky is full of pear blossoms.

Both understood that there was no point in testing each other.

When any move can be seen through by the other party, the move has lost its meaning.

All the two of them could do was show their strongest and most invincible sword intent.

Ye Gucheng's figure rose to the sky, striking from a height, the momentum of a sword attack was brilliant and fast, there was only a sword qi between heaven and earth that was cold to the bone marrow, and the edge of the sword was so terrifying that it could not be resisted!

A sword light flew obliquely, like a shocking lightning, like a long rainbow passing through the sky, like a blue sky and white clouds flawless and unblemished-

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

"Ximen Blowing Snow" at the moment when Ye Gucheng flew into the sky, the long sword was like the wind, and the sword momentum was ethereal.

The wind is blowing.

The moment "Ximen Blowing Snow" drew his sword, a breeze rose.

The moment the long sword of "Ximen Blowing Snow" was unsheathed, the wind was raging!

The maple forest leaves roll, like a fire in the sky.

Outside the body of "Ximen Blowing Snow", it seems like a storm tornado.

And "West Gate Blowing Snow" is the eye of the storm, standing still.

Flying immortals outside the sky, exhaustive of thousands of changes, all-encompassing.

The west gate blows snow, like ten thick earth, eternal and unmoving.

The distance between the two people is close at hand.

Both swords had been stabbed with all their might.

The collision of white clouds with the storm.

Central rainstorm.

Will the clouds dissipate, or will the storm cease?

Ye Gucheng smiled, his sword was about to pierce the other party's throat the next moment, and the other party's sword was clearly still facing his chest.

But at this moment, Ye Gucheng's eyes suddenly widened!

Ye Gucheng's sword momentum was unbiased, and it was even faster than the other party's line.

But this quick line made his long sword shatter into starry light!

The blade is cold.

The cold blade of the sword had pierced into Ye Gucheng's chest, and he could even feel that the tip of the sword had touched his beating heart.

The sword was inserted an inch away from his heart.

I don't know if it was an accident, or was it deliberate?

If it was an accident, Fang Cai's duel was not the defeat of the flying immortals outside the sky, but luck, and the other party won the bet.

If it was deliberate, Ye Gucheng didn't dare to imagine it. He felt a strange tingling pain at this moment, and although the heart was deviating, it pierced the lobes of the lungs, and blood penetrated through the chest cavity.

The other party did not draw the sword, obviously wanted him to speak, if he wanted him to die, the other party only had to rotate the sword a little bit, and the blood gushing out of his chest would also make him unable to make a sound.

"Thank you. The first thing Ye Gucheng said was actually this sentence.

The fear, pain, and despair of death are not so terrible.

Because he knew that not only all the joys and good things in his life would end in the next moment, but also the emptiness, sorrow and helplessness that he had been fooled by fate for twenty-one years.

With the end of his life, it ended together under the sword of "Ximen Blowing Snow".

"My experience tells me that you are him, but you are never him, whether you are him or not, the Flying Immortals, I want you to help me pass it on. ”

"Simon Blowing Snow" nodded.

Ye Gucheng smiled, he had no regrets.

At the end, Ye Gucheng suddenly said: "The goods from the thirty-two dart bureaus are not sent to Baiyun City, but to the Taiping Palace. ”

After all, he still admitted that the person in front of him was not Simon Blowing Snow.

He fell. (To be continued.) )