Chapter Fifty-Six: The Mighty Enemy Is Dead

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The confrontation between Ye Gucheng and Ximen Fuxue did not produce a dazzling and breathtaking sword light like the confrontation between Xue Yiren and Bai Xiaolou, there were only two swords, two people holding the swords.

The sword has been pierced.

The two swords stabbed out almost simultaneously.

The sword that stabbed out, the sword momentum was not fast, and the distance between Ximen Fuxue and Ye Gucheng was still very far.

Before their blades touched, they were already in flux. People move very slowly, but the sword blade changes very quickly, because they have not yet used a move, they have already changed at will, and there is no doubt that the understanding and realm of the two of them have reached an extremely advanced level.

There is no vertical and horizontal sword qi, no breathtaking sword light, only two swords, two people. In the eyes of others, this battle is not fierce, not exciting, and can even be regarded as mediocre. If there are many high-rollers watching the battle here, they may even think that the so-called Ye Gucheng and Ximen Blowing Snow are just vain names of the three major swordsmen of the martial arts.

But there were no other viewers here, only four viewers, the nearest Xue Yiren, Bai Xiaolou, and the two extremely old, but not old, old people standing on a small hill, their eyes were already shocked, cold sweat was flowing on their foreheads, and their hearts were even more solemn.

They are all the top masters in the world today, so their knowledge is naturally much higher than that of ordinary martial arts masters, they see that there is no fancy duel between Ximen Blowing Snow and Ye Gucheng, and they see that this kind of swordsmanship change of Ximen Blowing Snow and Ye Gucheng has reached the realm of doing whatever they want, which is also the supreme realm in martial arts.

Throughout the ages, there are very few people who can practice martial arts to such a level. If Ye Gucheng's opponent was not Ximen Fuxue, any change in his sword would be a sword that would be a must-kill. And the same is true of Simon blowing snow.

This can definitely be regarded as a rare peak duel in the past and present, and with Bai Xiaolou and Xue Yiren's martial arts attainments, it is still impossible to judge who will win and who will lose, who will live and who will die.

No one knows, even Ximen Fuxue and Ye Gucheng themselves don't know, the sword blades of the two are still changing, and the two of them are still slowly approaching each other, although the speed is not fast, but this is enough to give birth to an unprecedented thrilling daring.

Ye Gucheng has no desire and no desire, he only has a sword in his heart, he can only take out a sword in his heart at this moment, stabbing out the most pinnacle and most wonderful sword in his life, his sword is not only dedicated to himself, but also to Ximen Chuixue, a worthy opponent, and it is also dedicated to the sword path that he has always been loyal to.

His people are like white clouds in the sky, lonely boats overseas, he has no desires, he no longer has the slightest desire for everything in the world, he pierced this sword, and his heart has entered the realm of God.

Fanchen's love, hatred, parting, and even life and death are no longer important to him, and he only has this sword in his eyes.

And what about Simon blowing snow?

Simon's sword is also ethereal.

His sword was originally a born sword, and others were also born people, but he stepped into the red dust again and again, and even married the disciple of the swordsman Dugu Yihe, but he was Ximen Blowing Snow after all, and his wife Shi Xiuqing was also the bravest and calmest woman in Emei Sanying and Sixiu after all, she let Ximen Blowing Snow choose the sword and give up on them.

In her opinion, Ximen Blowing Snow originally belonged to the sword, not to anyone in the world, so Ximen Blowing Snow returned to the world of swords.

Birth, accession, birth.

Simon Blowing Snow's sword has reached a realm that is difficult for him to predict, he only has a sword in his heart now, and there is no desire in his heart for this sword he stabbed, he only thinks about the sword, he stabs this sword, even if it is life or death, he doesn't care.

The two men are so similar that their man and the sword have become one, and this sword is not only the clash of their swords, but also the clash of people, because the sword that is pierced is the sword of the heart.

Mo Qingchi was in a hurry, he was not far from the top of the Cangshan Mountain, so he sped up his pace, although he already knew that Ye Gucheng and Ximen Blowing Snow would definitely not be verbose, the temperament of the two of them was to like to be simple and direct, even for the sword and even for their own lives.

Their sword will definitely be very solemn, but their duel will definitely be very short, so they are Ximen Fuxue and Ye Gucheng, and they will definitely not do anything that insults the way of the sword and insults themselves. Therefore, their swords will definitely come out quickly, and they will definitely come out without any hesitation, and he will definitely not be able to catch up with this duel.

- When he felt the magnificent momentum emerging from Ximen Fuxue and Ye Gucheng, he knew that he couldn't catch up with this duel, but he was still running desperately.

The top of the mountain, people have reached the top of the mountain.

There was no vertical and horizontal sword intent or sword qi in the air, only two people who had already stood with two swords that had already clashed.

Mo Qingchi clenched his fists, he couldn't catch up after all, even if he went up the mountain as fast as he could, he still didn't catch up, he only saw the last moment, Ye Gucheng's sword stabbed at the West Gate to blow snow, and the sword from the West Gate to blow snow stabbed at Ye Gucheng.

The two swords pierced into the opponent's chest almost at the same time, to be precise, Ye Gucheng's sword pierced into Ximen Fuxue's chest a few milliseconds faster, a little faster.

Ximen Blowing Snow also noticed this scene, so when the sword was about to pierce Ye Gucheng's chest, Ximen Blowing Snow was already ready to put away the sword.

He thought that he had been defeated, and he thought that he would die if he was defeated, so although he had the opportunity to die with Ye Gucheng, he was already ready to withdraw the sword.

It is impossible to exist in the world at the same time as Ximen Blowing Snow and Ye Gucheng, but it is also impossible to live without Ximen Blowing Snow and Ye Gucheng at the same time.

But at this time, there was a slight change, Ye Gucheng's sword blade that was originally going to pierce Ximen Blowing Snow suddenly changed again, although it was a slight change, but at the same time as this little change, his speed also slowed down, so Ximen Blowing Snow's sword pierced Ye Gucheng's skin first, and finally pierced Ye Gucheng's chest.

Ximen Fuxue's hands were cold, and his heart was also cold, he looked at Ye Gucheng, looked at the enemy in front of him who was more respected than his friends, and didn't speak for a long, long time.

Ye Gucheng held the sword in his hand, holding the sword stained with the blood on his body, he didn't say anything, he just took a deep look at Ximen Fuxue, and then slowly fell, and then closed his eyes forever.

Ximen Fuxue looked at Ye Gucheng, looked at Ye Gucheng who was slowly falling, and after a long, long time, he slowly squatted down, he understood what Ye Gucheng meant, so he picked up Ye Gucheng's sword and hugged Ye Gucheng.

Before the duel, Ye Gucheng had told Ximen Fuxue that if he was defeated, please take his sword away, and don't let the sword sink into the dust with him. Ye Gucheng glanced at him one last time, although it was only a glance, but he understood what Ye Gucheng meant, so he picked up the cold sword and picked up Ye Gucheng's cold corpse.

Now that the decisive battle that shook the world has passed, and the enemy, whom he respects more than his friends, has died by his sword, what else in this world can make his heart warm again?

He hugged Ye Gucheng and slowly looked down the mountain, he didn't look at Bai Xiaolou, Xue Yiren, or Mo Qingchi, in his eyes, it seemed that all the people in the world were no longer worthy of his attention, he was now an outsider.

Mo Qingchi looked at the back of Ximen Blowing Snow, and after a long, long time, he spoke: "The current Ximen Blowing Snow is the most peak and lonely Ximen Blowing Snow, his sword has reached his peak, but unfortunately I will never be able to see his peak sword path." He sighed deeply, and then walked towards Bai Xiaolou and Xue Yiren.

He nodded at the two of them, and then spoke, "In the Moqing Pool." ”

When Bai Xiaolou and Xue Yiren saw Mo Qingchi's figure, he already knew that this person was Mo Qingchi. Therefore, their expressions were very calm, and they didn't even look at Mo Qingchi more.

Now they are thinking about a question in their minds: Ye Gucheng could have killed Ximen Fuxue first with that sword just now, why did Ye Gucheng change the blade of the sword at the end, is it because Ye Gucheng's judgment was wrong? This is absolutely impossible, it is absolutely impossible for top swordsmen to happen, but now this kind of thing has happened, they really don't know much about it.

Mo Qingchi glanced at the two of them, he already knew the doubts in the hearts of the two, and he didn't understand it at first, but he already understood when he saw Ye Gucheng looking at Ximen Blowing Snow.

Ye Gucheng has no desires in this world, the glory of victory and defeat in the world, and even life and death are no longer important, there is no one in this world that he cares about or is worth cherishing, so he can choose to die.

Simon Blowing Snow is the same as him on the surface, but unfortunately Simon Blowing Snow is not like this, Simon Blowing Snow still has responsibilities, he still has a wife, and a son.

So when he saw that his sword could pierce Simon Blowing Snow's chest, and that Simon Blowing Snow's sword could take his life, he gave up.

He hoped that Simon Fuxue would survive instead of his sword, and at the same time shoulder the obligations and responsibilities of a father and wife.

Therefore, Ye Gucheng chose to die, he did not tell Ximen the reason for blowing snow, but Ximen Blowing Snow must be able to understand this reason, he and Ye Gucheng are the same kind of people, otherwise Ximen Blowing Snow would not be ready to put away the sword when he knew that his sword was a little slower than Ye Gucheng.

He also didn't want Ye Gucheng to die. ，

Ximen Fuxue picked up Ye Gucheng's body, after his sword killed Ye Gucheng, his sword path reached a new realm, but others were already in a high place.

Who else in the heavens and on earth is worthy of him to draw out the sword, and with him to pull out the sword that killed Ye Gucheng? ?

Ximen Blowing Snow is gone, Ye Gucheng is also gone, but Mo Qingchi is here, Mo Qingchi is coming to the top of Cangshan, he has no sword in his hand, but he has a sword at his waist, and his whole person is a sword.

A sword like no other.

His gaze paused on the stunning Demon Sect Leader Bai Xiaolou and Xue Yiren, and immediately his gaze was already looking into the distance, and he looked at the two people and two swords who were silently watching the battle on the hills in the distance.

He shook his head at the two men, and then said the same thing: "Mo Qingchi." After saying this, he slowly took off the hat on his head, revealing a calm and somewhat pale face.

Randomly, one black and one gray, two figures were like goshawks leaping, their bodies were extremely strong and strong, like a strong wind, and they had already appeared in front of Mo Qingchi in the blink of an eye.

The two spoke.

"Wu Ming. ”

"Dugu seeks defeat. ”

The words landed, even if they were arrogant and conceited like Bai Xiaolou, even if their eyes were empty like Xue Yiren, the two of them couldn't help but change color, looking at these two people who had not appeared on the rivers and lakes for a long time.

Two people who have only existed in legends. (To be continued.) )