Although the bright moon has begun to sink in the west, it looks rounder. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

―The full moon seems to be hanging under the cornices of the Taihe Palace, and there are many people under the cornices, but there are no voices.

The pressure is already being felt by all. Suddenly, a dragon roared, and the sword qi rushed into the sky.

Ye Gucheng's sword was already unsheathed, and the bright long sword seemed to be pale in the moonlight. Pale moon, pale sword, pale face.

Ye Gucheng stared at Jian Feng and said, "Please." ”

He didn't go to see Simon Blowing Snow, he didn't even look at it, he didn't look at the sword in Simon Blowing Snow's hand, and he didn't look at Simon Blowing Snow's eyes. This is a taboo in swordsmanship.

Masters compete with each other, just like a decisive battle of a large army, you must know the other in order to win a hundred battles. Therefore, every slight movement of the other party should also be carefully observed, and even a little bit should not be missed. Because every point can be the decisive factor in this victory.

Ye Gucheng has experienced a hundred battles and is known as invincible, how could he not understand this truth. This kind of mistake would never have been made by him.

Simon Blowing Snow's eyes were as sharp as a sword, and he not only saw his hands, but also his face, as if he also saw his heart.

Ye Gucheng said again: "Please." ”

Simon Blowing Snow said: "Not now, because your heart is not yet still." ”

Ye Gucheng was silent. Simon Blowing Snow said: "If a person's heart is chaotic, his swordsmanship will be chaotic, and if his swordsmanship is chaotic, he will definitely die." ”

What Ximen Blowing Snow wants to defeat is Ye Gucheng in his fate, not a Ye Gucheng who is in a mess of mood. Therefore, he would rather wait and wait for Ye Gucheng to calm down.

Ye Gucheng suddenly looked at Jiang Feng, the treetops were hidden in the gloom of the night, and they seemed to be empty. The bright moon hung behind him, hanging on his head, and it looked like the circle of light behind the heads of the gods and Buddhas.

"Why are you helping me?"

"I'm just covering up a sword trick for you, and it's there, not increasing, not subtracting, not changing. Whatever the outcome, it's your sword that ultimately counts!"

Speaking of this, Jiang Feng suddenly asked, "Why is the sword?"

"Sword, the king of a hundred soldiers, and a murder weapon!"

Ye Gucheng said lightly.

Jiang Feng asked again, "What is a sword?"

Ye Gucheng said: "My body is a sword!"

Jiang Feng said lightly: "Since you are a sword, you can know, you only need to be sincere to the sword! Listen to your sword, what is it talking about?"

Ye Gucheng closed his eyes, for a long time, maybe extremely long, maybe very short, and suddenly said: "The sword qi is heavy, if you don't win, you will die!"

"The night of the full moon, the top of the Forbidden City. Jiang Feng groaned.

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

Ye Gucheng's instinctive echo had just fallen, and he had already walked out step by step and walked towards the west gate to blow snow. At this moment, everyone suddenly felt that the autumn wind was as cold as winter......

At this time, the moon has faded, as light as starlight, starlight as a dream, a lover's dream.

Lovers are always the cutest. Sometimes, there are people who are more lovely than lovers, but this kind of thing is rare after all.

Hate and love are very complex relationships, and many times, they are like the relationship between lovers. It's elusive, it's hard to imagine, and you're tormented by him while enjoying him.

Can you say that Simon Blowing Snow hates Ye Gucheng? Can you say that Ye Gucheng loves Simon Blowing Snow? The love and hate between them are nothing more than a kind of innate and indispensable, wonderful and stupid, stupid and wonderful love and hate.

Perhaps, what Ye Gucheng hates is that since he gave birth to Ye Gucheng, why did he give birth to Ximen Blowing Snow. Perhaps, Simon Blowing Snow hated the same. Why is the distance between hate and love always so hard to measure. Now, the time has come for a decisive battle.

When it really came to the decisive battle, no one or anything in heaven or on earth could stop this decisive battle.

Whether it is the Jade Rakshasa of the Western Demon Sect or the mysterious Mirror Lord Jiang Feng, they can't be organized.

This moment, perhaps, may be short, but there are many people who have given everything they have to wait for this moment.

Although both of them have the conditions for victory, they also have reasons for defeat. Who will win and who will lose this battle?

At this time, the starlight and moonlight were even lighter, and all the brilliance between heaven and earth had been concentrated on the two swords.

Two immortal swords.

The sword has been stabbed out, and the sword that has been stabbed out, the sword momentum is not fast, and there is still a long distance between Ximen Fuxue and Ye Gucheng.

Before the blades of their swords touched, they began to change constantly, and the movement of people was slow, but the movement of their swords was very fast, because they had already moved as they wished.

In the eyes of those ordinary guards, this battle was neither fierce nor exciting, but Wei Ziyun, Ding Ao, Duan Xian, and Tu Wan had already shed cold sweat.

These four people are all first-class swordsmen of the contemporary era, and they can see that this kind of change in swordsmanship has actually reached the realm of doing whatever they want, which is the supreme realm of martial arts.

If Ye Gucheng's opponent was not Ximen Fuxue, every change in the sword in his hand would be a sword that would kill and win.

Their swords are already issued by the heart, not by the move, the supreme sword realm of the unity of human swords, which is the realm of the two at this time.

Ye Gucheng's sword was like a gust of wind outside the white clouds. Simon blows the snow's sword, but it seems to be tied to an invisible thread His wife, his home, his feelings, is this invisible thread.

He never really forgot Sun Xiuqing, he thought he had forgotten before, but he suddenly found out at this moment. Because, the heart will deceive itself, but the sword will not!

The Jade Rakshasa has also seen that in the twenty changes below, Ye Gucheng's sword will definitely pierce the throat of Ximen Fuxue.

Twenty changes were supposed to be a moment of time, but suddenly, the dense fog that the Jade Rakshasa had incarnated had begun to roll uneasily. It felt like white gas coming out of a pot of boiling water.

If Ximen blows the snow in danger, the Jade Rakshasa will definitely take action, and if he is alive, there is still hope, and the Jade Rakshasa naturally understands this!

Bright red, bright red blood spilled out, and in the distance, a thin figure suddenly appeared. She was laughing, even though the dagger in her hand had already touched her throat, and the blood of her helplessness would never flow backwards.

Sun Xiuqing, she dared to come at the last moment, and ended her life in front of the West Gate Blowing Snow. She doesn't regret it, because she is still smiling when the last ray of life stays on her body!

The distance between the two people is close at hand. Both swords had been stabbed with all their might. This is the last sword, the sword that determines the outcome of the battle.

Simon's expression suddenly changed, cold, ruthless, the last strand of nostalgia in the world disappeared, and he finally became a god, this is one of the swords of the gods.

"Kendo sincerity!"

"Flying Immortals!"

The bright moon has disappeared, the starlight has also disappeared, and at this moment, apart from these two unparalleled sword lights, there is no room for any other light between heaven and earth! )