The moon is in the middle of the sky. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The ridge of a large hall on the side of the Taihe Hall was already full of people at this moment, and standing in this seat, they could better see the decisive battle between the two peerless swordsmen on the Taihe Palace.

Ye Gucheng and Ximen Fuxue had already arrived, and they were standing at both ends of the Taihe Palace.

Ye Gucheng suddenly said: "In today's battle, you and I must do our best!"

"Naturally!" Simon Fuxue nodded.

Ye Gucheng said: "Very good!"

Ximen Fuxue was expressionless, raised the long sword in his hand, 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 nodded and said, "Good sword!"

Ximen blows 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 been unsheathed, and the action of drawing the sword is also an indispensable part of the swordsmanship, and the two of them are obviously superior to each other.

On the spine of the palace, Wei Ziyun suddenly said: "Both of them are contemporary swordsmanship masters, and they are worthy of the world's great expectations. ”

There was silence all around, breathing audibly, all waiting for him to continue.

Wei Ziyun continued: "It's just that this battle is ancient and modern, and it will be passed on to future generations, I wonder if the two of them can exchange swords for inspection to show great faith?"

Ye Gucheng nodded and said, "There is no need." ”

Ximen Fuxue was silent, and after a long time, he finally nodded slowly, and said slowly: "My sword can only be handed over to one person." ”

Wei Ziyun asked, "Is it Lu Xiaofeng and Lu Daxia?"

Simon Blowing Snow said: "Yes." ”

Wei Ziyun looked at Ye Gucheng and said, "What about Ye City Lord's sword?"

Ye Gucheng said: "Don't bother the two masters, Lu Daxia is also the person I believe in." ”

Huang Qi said to Lu Xiaofeng, who was standing beside him: "Lu Xiaofeng, everyone is watching you." ”

Lu Xiaofeng smiled, flew up to the Taihe Palace, first walked to Ximen Fuxue, took his sword, turned around and left, and then went to take Ye Gucheng's sword, put the two swords in his hand, and muttered: "Sure enough, they are all good swords." ”

Wei Ziyun said: "Then ask Lu Daxia to exchange these two swords for the two of them, and take a look." ”

Lu Xiaofeng looked at him and said, "Do you want me to hand over Ximen Blowing Snow's sword to Ye Gucheng, and give Ye Gucheng's sword to Ximen Blowing Snow?"

Wei Ziyun nodded and said, "Not bad." ”

Lu Xiaofeng shook his head and said, "No." ”

Wei Ziyun was stunned and asked, "Why not?"

Lu Xiaofeng suddenly smiled and said, "Such a good two swords, when they are in my hands, how can I be willing to give them away again?"

Wei Ziyun was stunned when he heard this, but he didn't expect Lu Xiaofeng to say this.

Lu Xiaofeng clamped the scabbard under the flank, his wrist was reversed, and the two swords were all unsheathed, and the sword aura rushed into the sky, dazzling, and even the full moon in the sky seemed to have lost its color.

"Sharp weapons and artifacts are only inhabited by the virtuous, have you ever heard of this sentence?"

No one answered, Lu Xiaofeng continued: "I have heard this sentence, and I can also see that there are no patterns on these two swords. ”

After saying this, the sword was already in the sheath, he suddenly raised his hand, threw a sword to Ximen Fuxue, and a sword to Ye Gucheng, and went back with light skills. The two swords were not exchanged with each other, but Lu Xiaofeng returned them to their original owners.

Seeing this, Wei Ziyun couldn't help but say, "What are you doing here?"

Lu Xiaofeng said lightly: "I just let them understand that next time there is such a thing, don't look for me, I have enough trouble, and I don't want to care about this kind of boring thing anymore." ”

Wei Ziyun said: "This is boring?"

Lu Xiaofeng nodded and said: "Two people have no grievances, but they can't wait to pierce each other's throats with a sword, if this kind of thing is not boring, what else is boring?"

Wei Ziyun didn't ask anymore, and snorted dryly: "The time has passed, and there will be an early dynasty tomorrow, the battle between the two of them is only expected to be limited to half an hour, and when it is outdated, it is based on the theory of winning or losing, and the master competes in skills, and he is already fighting between one move, and half an hour must be enough." ”

Ye Gucheng and Ximen Fuxue neither spoke, and when the sword returned to the two of them, the two stared at each other without blinking their eyes.

The atmosphere was solemn, and the battle was about to break out, and the people who were watching the battle held their breath one by one, for fear that they would disturb the two of them by taking a breath.

Suddenly, without the slightest warning, Ye Gucheng and Ximen Fuxue took out their swords at the same time, turning into two rays of light under the moonlight, colliding together, and the sound of the two swords clashing endlessly.

Both of them were just standing on the Taihe Hall at the beginning, each with their own swords, comparing whose sword is faster, whose sword is accurate, whose moves are wonderful, regardless of victory or defeat, they no longer insist, but began to use their real skills.

These two are peerless contemporary swordsmen, with fast fighting, every move stabs at each other's vital points, without the slightest hand, for them, leaving hands is an insult to each other, an insult to each other, that is, an insult to themselves, they will never do that.

Among those who watched the battle from the sidelines, there were many masters, but there were very few who could clearly see the battle between Ye Gucheng and Ximen Blowing Snow.

Mu Daoren was one of the people who could see the sword competition clearly, he looked at the two people who were competing with the sword in the Taihe Palace, although he was shocked by the swordsmanship of the two, he still couldn't help but say to himself: "No!

Lu Xiaofeng stood not far from the wooden road man, and couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

Mu Daoren didn't turn his head, his eyes didn't blink, but he replied: "Ye Gucheng's swordsmanship is not right, a few months ago, I was compared with him." ”

Lu Xiaofeng didn't turn his head either, and said, "The two are comparable, what's wrong?"

"This is not like Ye Gucheng's swordsmanship. ”

This is the most direct feeling of the Mu Dao people, he and Ye Gucheng have competed with the sword, although he was defeated by Ye Gucheng in the end, but he fought with Ye Gucheng for hundreds of moves, and finally was defeated by the flying immortals outside the sky, so he clearly knew Ye Gucheng's swordsmanship. But today, although the swordsmanship used by Ye Gucheng is clever and not weak at all, the swordsmanship is not the same. It's just a few months, and Ye Gucheng's swordsmanship can't change, because he has been practicing swords for decades, and it can't be changed overnight.

"Isn't it Ye Gucheng's swordsmanship?"

Lu Xiaofeng's heart moved when he heard this, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, but unfortunately he couldn't think of what it was, and there was a membrane in the middle. He watched Ye Gucheng draw his sword, but he still didn't see anything, because he was different from Mu Daoren, he didn't compare with Ye Gucheng, he just took a move to fly immortals outside the sky, and he didn't know what Ye Gucheng's swordsmanship was. (To be continued.) )