Little by little, time is ticking.

Gu Yuean still couldn't do anything, and he couldn't talk to this person who was possessed by him at all.

Because he knows very well that all this is false, it is all in the past, everything is just a repetition of the past.

But is all this true?

Gu Yuean didn't know.

He really didn't know, he was now in a mood of eagerness to see the story behind, and he didn't dare to read it at all

Because he was afraid that the story behind it would be completely different from what he thought.

I'm afraid, it's exactly the same.

An absolutely contradictory mood is brewing and fermenting in my heart.

Finally, the time has come.

It seems that at this time, the woman who was possessed by Gu Yue'an also raised her head, she walked to the window, opened the window, and a bright moon hung high outside the window, which could be seen clearly by the window.

She looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and there were osmanthus petals dancing in the autumn breeze outside the window, and the moonlight fell, printing sparse shadows.

"It's time. She whispered, then gently curled the hair around her ear, turned to pick up the long sword placed on the table, and opened the door.

The moment the door was opened, the night wind suddenly became stronger, and the petals that were already dancing with the wind danced at this time, and at this time, there was a very mysterious rhythm.

The woman walked to the atrium, stopped, and quietly looked at the palace gate.

Slowly, silently, the gate at the gate of the palace opened on its own.

One step at a time, a man walked in.

Obviously, he walked very loudly, and every step was clearly heard, but it was just as if every step was actually drifting to the extreme, as if, just listening to the pace, he felt that the person, at any time, in the next step, was about to fly away.

But at the same time, it seems that the man's steps are down-to-earth, corresponding to the rhythm of the heaven and earth, and the rhythm of those flying flowers, which are exactly the same.

Master, very strong master.

Moreover, it is a master that Gu Yue'an knows.

Chen Xiaoju.

can only be Chen Xiaoju.

Gu Yuean looked at the man holding the sword who appeared at the door, without the slightest surprise.

Only Chen Xiaoju can step on that step.

Gu Yue'an once heard of the Chunfeng Lou critics, talking about the generations of masters before and after the Little Orange Sword, among which Chen Xiaoju was compared with the owner of the first generation of the Little Orange Sword.

The master of the first generation, naturally is the founding emperor of Dachen Chen Yin, Chunfeng Lou said that Emperor Taizu is a dragon, a wild dragon, is the night moon Qingqiu out of the wild dragon, Taizu holding a small orange, is a weight, is a domineering royal heart, is a king's demeanor.

And Chen Xiaoju is a small orange, the sunset ancient road gives birth to a small orange, Chen Xiaoju holds a small orange, it is free, it is the heart of heaven and the heart of heaven, and it is a match made in heaven.

So in the early years, Chen Xiaoju also had a nickname, called the Immortal.

At this moment, the bright moon is in the sky, the moonlight is like water, someone comes by stepping on flowers, standing under the moonlight, like the nine heavens of immortals descending to the earth.

Immortals are blocking the way, where to go?

"Sixth brother, are you going to stop me?" There is no need to say more, but when she saw Chen Xiaoju fall like a fairy, the woman already understood the meaning of this, without too much emotion, just word by word.

"It's not that the sixth brother wants to stop you, it's just that the palace is dangerous tonight, and it's safer for the little sister to stay in the Laurel Palace. Chen Xiaoju responded, and he was also extremely calm.

Although the words were calm, the atmosphere in the entire court was already stagnant.

The flower stopped at the moment of flying.

The wind stopped moving.

The moonlight seemed to be eternal at that moment, and no longer changed its angle.

Just because, the hand, has already grasped the sword.

"Little sister remembers, she once asked me, have you seen God?" Chen Xiaoju said suddenly.

"Yes. The woman nodded.

"Today, the sixth brother will let the little sister see God. Chen Xiaoju said this, and the hand holding the sword tightened an inch.

The wind, in vain, broke through the barrier of condensation, blowing Chen Xiaoju's wide robe wantonly, he was in the wind, under the moon, already in a trance.

God, the god of the gods.

A sword into the gods.

How Chen Xiaoju stabbed is beyond words.

Gu Yuean only knew that if he was the one who was on that night at that time, if he came to block this sword, he would definitely lose.

However, the woman blocked it, and she drew her sword at the moment when the wind stopped, blocking the immortals.

At that moment, Xiaoju and Xiaotong crossed the barrier of time and space, and resonated together again, but they were no longer comrades-in-arms side by side, but enemies.

"You have been in retreat for a year, it seems that the effect is very good, and you have already comprehended the true meaning of the Phoenix Sword of the Dragon Tower, right?" Chen Xiaoju looked at Chen Xiaotong and said softly.

"It's not. The woman shook her head, the long sword shook suddenly, and it actually made an iron-blooded sound similar to a battlefield charge, and a sword pointed directly at Chen Xiaoju's eyebrows.

"I've forgotten all about the Feng Sword, I will only be my Chen family's sword now!"

Overlord, horizontal bar also.

The woman stabbed out with a sword, without the slightest feminine charm, it was all a trick of opening and closing, and vowing not to give up until the goal was achieved.

The battle array charged, there was death and no life.

The hegemon bar can't stop it.

In an instant, the woman took out fourteen swords in a row, and the sword was an unreasonable move that had no room for maneuver, and was completely strong.

And as she continued to draw out her sword, the shadow of a person gradually pulled out behind her, it was an iron-blooded and invincible figure, corresponding to every sword of the woman, as if carrying thousands of troops.

Chen Xiaoju took fourteen steps back, and the wide robe on his body had been torn by the sword qi of the bully, but he himself was safe and sound, standing there steadily, against the woman's sword, like a small orange tree under the ancient road of the sunset, lazy, tired, but endless!

"Junior Chen Baxia, see King Wuwei, Ba Xiangong!" Chen Xiaoju looked at the majestic figure behind the woman and said respectfully.

"If you are really respectful, then give way, Sixth Brother!" the woman drew her sword again, and her words seemed to be infected by the breath behind her, domineering.

The so-called, women do not let the eyebrows.

"That's how it should be. Chen Xiaoju nodded, but shook his head again, "It's a pity ......"

Pity.

"The ancestor is above, even if the ancestor is in front of him, I can't let it, after all, ......" Chen Xiaoju suddenly roared, his sword momentum suddenly retracted, and in an instant, it seemed that between heaven and earth, the moon, wind, flowers, and shadows were all on his sword.

At the same time, behind him, a mighty phantom with twelve crowns appeared behind him, and as soon as he stood there, there were mountains and rivers.

It's not that he swallows mountains and rivers, it's he who is mountains and rivers.

The whole world is not the king's land, and the shore of the land is not the king's minister.

"I am a descendant of the Chen family, the royal family cannot be offended!

Exit the word, Chen Xiaoju has already come out of the sword, a sword out, it is Xiaoju horizontal oblique, endless.

It's the Qingqiu Crazy Dragon again, invincible in the world.

One sword, it's all.

Impeccable.

Even if it is a hegemonic horizontal bar, it will be broken.

The woman was pierced by this sword, and the phantom behind her dissipated, and the wind and snow came to her face.

Life seems to be falling like a flower.

That's what it is...... Did that night end?

Is this the truth?

Zeng Jingheng wanted to make a move, desperately, but he couldn't move.

He looked at the sword, which was so close, and then looked at the sky, at the full moon, and perhaps there was something else beyond the full moon.

Li Suixian, you asked me to watch this because you wanted to tell me that this is fate, and if you miss it, you miss it.

Nothing can be changed.

Just resigned yourself to fate.

Is that so?

So......

I don't accept such a fate.