September 15. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The night is as cool as water, and the moon is full of sky.

On the empty Taihe Palace, Ximen Fuxue was already holding a long sword and standing there quietly. He hasn't been here for long, but as long as he stands there, he feels like he's been immutable.

At this time, that Yin Xian suddenly appeared from under the cornice, and said to Wei Ziyun, who had already stopped aside: "The Baiyun City Lord has come. ”

Sure enough, a figure in white appeared in the moonlight, with a fluttering figure, like a wind, and his light skills were so high that he was not under the stars.

Sikong Xingxing sighed again, and said to Lu Xiaofeng: "I didn't expect Ye Gucheng to have such a high light skill. ”

Lu Xiaofeng exhaled and said with a smile: "If the light skill is not high, how can you make that flying immortal out of the sky?"

The moon is in the middle of the day. The front and back of the roof were almost full of people, in addition to those mysterious characters who were hidden in the corners and did not want to be discovered by others, there were also seven or eight people wearing the costumes of the guards with swords in front of the palace, obviously all of them were masters of the Great Interior, and they also wanted to see the demeanor of the two great contemporary swordsmen.

From the top of the roof, it is more clear to see. But for real masters, they look at sword intent, not sword.

In the moonlight, Ye Gucheng's face was really bloodless, and although Ximen Fuxue's face was also very pale, he was still a little angry.

The two men were all dressed in white as snow, spotless, and their faces were completely devoid of any pretense At this moment, their people had become like their swords, cold and sharp, and completely devoid of emotion.

The two men stared at each other, their eyes glowing. Everyone is far away from them. Although their swords were not yet unsheathed, their sword aura was already terrifying. This kind of fierce sword qi was originally emitted by themselves. It's also the people who are terrifying, not the sword in their hands.

Ximen Fuxue raised the long sword in his hand expressionlessly, 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." ”

Ye Gucheng said: "Good sword." ”

Ximen blows the snow and says: "It is indeed a good sword." ”

Ye Gucheng also 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's a good sword. ”

Although the swords of the two have been raised, they have not yet unsheathed and drawn their swords, which is naturally an indispensable part of swordsmanship, and the two of them are obviously superior to each other.

Simon Fuxue held the scabbard in his left hand and his right hand down to his knee, as if nothing could affect him in the slightest. His man still looked like an unsheathed sword, cold, sharp, and sharp.

Ye Gucheng didn't seem to be able to see this person clearly, he just saw a figure whiter than the fog and whiter than the moon. But he already knew who this man was, because this man had never left, had never changed.

He suddenly felt an indescribable sword aura, like an invisible mountain peak, pressing down on him. His pupils suddenly contracted, and his muscles tensed. He suddenly remembered the words of the Mirror Lord, if he hadn't met the Mirror Lord, the person who died today would definitely be him.

Simply, he has already seen the foundation of Ximen Blowing Snow's swordsmanship, even if the branches and leaves are different, but everything remains the same.

Ximen Fuxue has a sword in his palm, the sword is still in the sheath, and the sword qi does not come from this sword. His man is sharper and sharper than the sword.

When the eyes of the two of them met, it was like a sharp strike. They all have no work, but this kind of static pressure is stronger and more terrible than moving.

A fallen leaf floated over, between the two of them, and immediately fell, and even the wind could not blow. This pressure, though invisible, is by no means invisible.

"I've seen your swordsmanship!"

Ye Gucheng suddenly opened his mouth and said, he didn't need to say it, but deep in the internal force, there was an impulse that he had to say.

The swordsmanship that Ye Gucheng had ever seen was naturally the most terrifying swordsmanship in Ximen Blowing Snow. In the contest between masters of equal strength, once the most terrifying moves are used, it is the time of life and death. Otherwise, once such a move is remembered, the next time, there will be a flaw.

Ximen Blowing Snow said: "Only sincerity and justice can reach the peak of swordsmanship, and those who are not sincere are not enough to talk about swords." Please draw your sword!"

Honesty to people, honesty to the sword, Ximen Blowing Snow only has a sword in his eyes, and nothing else, if he can't defeat yesterday's self, for Ximen Blowing Snow, it is already defeated!

Ye Gucheng's brows suddenly moved, and unconsciously, his hand had tightly grasped the sword in his hand. Suddenly, he had discovered that Simon Blowing Snow was indeed a terrifying opponent, far more terrifying than he had imagined.

However, Ye Gucheng also has unparalleled confidence in himself, and he believes that it will definitely be himself who will finally challenge the mirror master with the glory of two people.

Simon Blowing Snow stopped talking, and the words were finished. The end of the land is the end of the world, and the end of the words is the sword. The sword is in hand, and it is about to be unsheathed.

At this moment, the sword light flew up, but it was not their sword.

Neither of them looked back, because although all sides were surrounded, they were almost stacked into a human wall, and dozens of swords shining with cold light were almost like a net.

There are not only sword nets, but also gun forests and knife mountains. Jin Ge reflects the bright moon, the cold light shines on the iron clothes, and the majesty and evil aura in the Forbidden City are by no means anything that can be imagined.

But at this time, the two of them have entered a wonderful realm that seems to be between heaven and earth, and there is nothing else besides the two of them. Except for the two of them, and the sword in their hands, there will be nothing to distract them.

Wei Ziyun, who has always been calm and calm, now has beads of sweat on the tip of his nose, waving a long sword in his hand, dispatching the whole army, in the shadow behind him, Jin Jiuling's figure is gradually revealed: "At this time, the mirror master must be here, we can't fall short no matter what!"

As soon as the words fell, suddenly, a person walked out of the mountain of guns and knives.

The silver mirror mask, the strange double pupils and eyes, and the silver-trimmed white robe hunted and moved. If there is still one person in this world who can treat the army as nothing in the palace at this time, this person must be Jiang Feng.

It was as if there was fog, but there was no fog. Although the bright moon has sunk in the west, the fog has not yet risen. Jiang Feng walked along the main road from the main gate of the imperial city, like a small boat dividing the water, forcing the surrounding guards to retreat slowly.

"Yes, yes, I didn't expect that this time the battle between Ximen Blowing Snow and Ye Gucheng would be so supportive of the imperial court. It's nice to have so many people here to keep the law and order!"

Walking to the front of the Taihe Palace, Jiang Feng glanced thoughtfully at the dense mist behind the hall, and then his body moved, and he had already swept to the peak of an ancient tree in the distance. Looking up from Wei Ziyun's angle, the figure of Lord Jiang Jing happened to be wrapped in the full moon in the sky.

"Is everything going to begin?" (To be continued.) )