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Between the clouds and mist, half of the light between heaven and earth has been obscured.

Ye Gucheng had been waiting for nearly an hour, but he was not in a hurry, when he killed six of the seven swords of the South China Sea in the past, he had waited for a day and a night. Patience is something that is well worth investing in because it often brings you unimaginable returns.

"Interesting!"

A soft sound sounded, but in a forest where the branches didn't shake a bit, it was already a loud sound.

The flowers fell to the ground, and those were the freshest petals, which slowly fell in the hands of the eight maidens at this time, as if they had been covered with a thick blanket by the earth.

Ye Gucheng walked out slowly, every step he took seemed to be afraid that the dust would contaminate him.

Jiang Feng stood quietly on top of a very thin treetop, how thin is the treetop? I think that if a bird is willing to come up and rest, then the treetop will definitely break because it cannot be supported.

Ye Gucheng stepped on the flowers and walked up slowly. His face was white, neither pale nor miserable, but a white jade-like sparkling color.

His eyes weren't pitch black, but they were terrifyingly bright, like two cold stars.

He wore a crown of beads on a sandalwood seat in his dark hair, and his clothes were as white as snow.

He walked very slowly, and when he came up, it was like a king entering his court, and like a flying immortal in the sky, descending to the earth.

"Actually, I didn't want to do anything with you when I came today!"

Jiang Feng's voice came out slowly, but Ye Gucheng knew that the other party was not afraid of it. Because there are really too few people in the world who can make the mirror master fear, too few.

With a quaint black sheath long sword in his hand, the next moment, Ye Gucheng was already ready to perform his peerless swordsmanship at any time.

"Why?"

Ye Gucheng did not make a direct move, there is no doubt that he is a person with unique self-confidence. There is no sufficient reason to influence him easily.

Jiang Feng just looked at him lightly, and then said, "Because I don't know if you still have the courage to start over again after you fail!"

"Ye Gucheng has never lacked courage, let's take out the sword!"

The cold light splashed, and the next moment, Ye Gucheng was already with a sword in his hand.

"My heart is a sword, make a move!"

"The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, a lonely city and ten thousand mountains......"

Ye Gucheng moved, as if it really turned into the Yellow River that went straight up to the white clouds, rushing and turbulent.

Between the grandeur and grandeur of the waves, there is endless speed and power.

The brilliance of countless brilliance is everywhere, but it is dazzling, and those who shine cannot open their eyes. Therefore, the people who died under Ye Gucheng's sword never saw Ye Gucheng's sword clearly, because when the sword came out, they were already dead!

The more people who live in darkness, the more they yearn for and fear the light. But this by no means includes Jiang Feng, because he is the king in the dark.

In the eyes of others, it was so fast that I didn't know if Ye Gucheng had the terrible speed of the sword, but in Jiang Feng's eyes, from the time Ye Gucheng started, every change in his movements, every trace of swordsmanship, had been deeply imprinted in his heart. Even, even the slightest artistic conception emanating from Ye Gucheng's body was accurately grasped by Jiang Feng!

If Jiang Feng is given a sword at this time, then Jiang Feng will make this move, even if it is Ye Gucheng, he will not be able to pick out the slightest flaw and difference.

"Ding......

There was a crisp sound, like the sound of an iron falling on a thin iron plate.

One flash, another flash.

No one can describe the splendor and splendor of this sword, and no one can describe the speed and power of this sword, which is not just a sword, but the wrath of Thor, a blow of lightning.

But the next moment, when Ye Gucheng stood back on the flowers all over the ground as if he hadn't moved, the long sword in his hand was already unsheathed. But it's clean, it's too clean, it's clean without a trace of blood.

His hand was firmly gripping the sword in his hand, but only Jiang Feng could see that he could no longer make any movements. Otherwise, the trembling in his hands will be involuntarily exposed.

One finger, just one finger, at the last moment, the same move flew out of the sky, but Jiang Feng used a finger, and Ye Gucheng used a sword. As a result, the river breeze was still standing firmly on the thin and amazing treetops.

"I've seen Simon Blowing Snow's swordsmanship, and the first time you fought me, he was by no means your opponent. But on the fifteenth day of September, you will die!"

For Ye Gucheng and Ximen Blowing Snow, September 15 is a day of life and death. Because whoever loses is a dead end.

Ye Gucheng stared at Jiang Feng at this time, this mysterious mirror master only fought for a moment, which made him understand that the skills of the two were not at the same level at all. That feeling was as if Ye Gucheng was facing his former opponent, but the weak person was replaced by himself.

"Who wins and who loses, only the comparison will know!"

No matter what the result is, Ye Gucheng will never lack the courage to draw a sword. After all, these rivers and lakes are people's rivers and lakes, and no one knows what will happen until the next moment.

"I'm actually curious why you agreed to a duel with Simon Blowing Snow. You know, there are so many top swordsmen in the world, he should be the only one!"

"Because I've seen him, and he's seen me!"

This time, Jiang Feng was really surprised, is it just this reason? Until today, there is news that Ye Gucheng was injured in the rivers and lakes, and perhaps, everything is really different.

"If I could know what was going on, I could make another sword. Even though Ximen Blowing Snow has greatly improved his skills, I think his sword should still be this sword!"

"Because we are both destined to go further with only one of them. From the moment I saw him, I knew that only when there was only one person left between the two of us, would we step into a higher realm of kendo.

I think Simon Chuixue must have felt this when he saw me!"

"I see, it seems that you came to me, in fact, you also want to see what kind of skill Ximen has reached in blowing snow!"

After speaking, without waiting for Ye Gucheng to react, Jiang Feng suddenly stretched out two fingers gently. Let go, fall, and the next moment, Jiang Feng's index finger suddenly flicked out like lightning.

One leaf is divided into two, the texture and color are still exactly the same, and the thickness of these two leaves is only half of the original. The moment he slowly fell, Ye Gucheng's eyes suddenly blinked, fast, accurate, ruthless, these are Ximen Blowing Snow's swords, but they are not his real swords.

The ruthless, ruthless sword is the sword of Simon blowing snow.

"Go, September 15, I'll go too!" (To be continued.) )