Comprehensive martial arts: Inherit the weak chicken sword god at the beginning

Chapter 112 A sword comes to the west, flying immortals from the sky.

Under the full moon, above the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

Two pale figures holding two pale swords.

The four eyes met, without the slightest emotion.

Unlike before, this is the swan song of old swordsmen and the beginning of new swordsmen.

"You learn sword?" Ximen Chuuxue asked indifferently.

"I am the sword." Ye Gucheng was very firm.

"Since you learn swords, you should understand the essence of swords."

"please say."

"The essence of the sword lies in—sincerity."

Ye Gucheng had already discussed this topic with Han Fei before.

But even if he said it again, he still answered:

"If you learn swords, you should understand that you only need to be honest with the sword, not with others."

Ximen Chuuxue did not continue this topic, and this kind of discussion will never come to fruition.

"A lonely person like you should not do this kind of thing."

He really couldn't figure it out, why did Ye Gucheng participate in this conspiracy?

Ye Gucheng didn't answer, maybe even he himself didn't have a very accurate answer.

I'm afraid that Qionglou Yuyu will be too cold in the heights.

Standing too high, he could no longer see clearly or understand many things.

"please."

Ye Gucheng said to Ximen Chuuxue.

Ximen Chuuxue nodded, he never took advantage of others, but today he had to make an exception.

Although Ye Gucheng was injured by Zhuge Zhengwo, he still insisted on competing this time.

For himself and for Ye Gucheng.

The next moment, there were two crisp sounds of unsheathing.

The two swords came out like dragons and collided with each other at an extremely fast speed.

The sword energy shot straight into the sky, and neither side showed any mercy.

Every sword is done with all your strength, and every sword is a killer move.

If we say, what we compared before was sword energy, sword momentum, and sword intent.

Now, the comparison is the "God", the "God" of the sword, and the "God" of one's own will.

The swords of the two became faster and faster, streaks of white light cut through the night.

The scattered sword energy is frightening.

Ye Gucheng has a relatively high level of cultivation, but he has already been injured.

However, Ximen Chuuxue's cultivation level is low, but he has comprehended the sentient sword and walked out of his own way.

For a while, the two sides were evenly matched, and it was hard to distinguish.

Han Fei below was greatly shocked. Their swordsmanship was at the textbook level.

The strength, angle, and timing of each sword are all perfect.

To reach this step, decades of hard training is essential.

Sure enough, only those who can endure loneliness can set foot on a higher realm.

At this time, Ye Gucheng's eyes flashed sharply, and then he shot as fast as lightning.

He could already feel a dull pain in his body, and the injury was about to recur.

If he doesn't work hard, his swordsmanship will never bloom again.

Ximen Chuuxue felt his determination, and his moves became more ferocious.

The chance to win has arrived!

Suddenly, Ye Gucheng became indifferent, and there was no emotion in his eyes.

At this moment, he once again became the Lord of Baiyun, who is like a flying fairy with a sword.

The long sword in his hand stabs straight forward, seemingly ordinary, but in fact there is a universe inside.

Without distractions, he used the strongest flying fairy in his life.

This sword, more ethereal, more lonely, poured all his will.

Like the breeze in the mountains and the white clouds in the sky, it is unpredictable and there is no trace to be found.

Feihong arrived as scheduled, like a sword from heaven.

Ximen Chuuxue's eyes were lost, and he was so intoxicated that he couldn't extricate himself.

Before, he was defeated by this sword.

But now, this sword is stronger and more beautiful, making people unable to take their eyes off it.

The sword has arrived, but the person has not woken up.

The outcome seems to be divided again.

Suddenly, Ximen Chuuxue's eyes showed a strange light.

Facing this move of Flying Immortal Beyond the Sky, he didn't retreat but advanced, and directly went up with his sword.

"One sword—Xilai!!!"

This is an indescribable sword, and any words will appear vulgar in front of this sword.

At this moment, Ximen Chuuxue is no longer a person, but a sword, a sword with love.

This move includes all the emotions in his life, not only joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, but also the longing for his lover and the pursuit of swordsmanship.

Perhaps, only this kind of mortal swordsmanship full of human emotions can break Ye Gucheng's fairy-like sword.

The original white sword energy of Ximen Chuuxue has become extremely gorgeous and dazzling at this moment.

The two sword lights collided, and Ye Gucheng's Heavenly Flying Immortal quickly dissipated until it disappeared completely.

people!Defeat the fairy!

Looking at the wound in his heart, Ye Gucheng smiled freely, then fell to the ground and died.

In the end, he died on the opponent he respected and the way of swords he loved.

Instead of being escorted to the execution ground to be beheaded like a bereaved dog.

that's enough.

The expression on Ximen Chuuxue's face was a bit complicated, including sighs and reluctance.

He could have spared Ye Gucheng, but he knew that death by his sword was Ye Gucheng's best destination.

After that, Ximen Chuuxue picked up Ye Gucheng's body and was about to bury it outside the city.

And everyone did not stop them, which is the greatest respect for the two.

Death is like a lamp going out, and the past is like smoke, it should all be gone.

Ximen Chuuxue walked slowly outside the palace, leaving only a lonely figure behind.

Today, he lost his most important opponent and his best "friend".

Han Fei stood where he was, thoughtful.

In that battle just now, he saw a lot of things.

A lot has been gained, but there is still something missing.

Just as he was about to leave, a man who looked like a eunuch stopped him.

"Hero Han, Your Majesty's honor."

"Why are you looking for me?"

Han Fei asked bluntly, he still had important things to do.

The eunuch said in a sharp voice: "It's like this..."

It turned out that the Emperor Long Yan was very happy because the matter of treason was successfully resolved.

Many meritorious people were entertained in the palace, and they planned to reward them together.

And Han Fei, who broke the case and killed the mastermind, was of course the most important person.

Han Fei didn't want to go because he still had a few very important things to do.

But among the crowd, a familiar figure blinked at him.

This also made him change his mind and planned to take a look.

Han Fei went with everyone in the Shenhou Mansion to meet the controversial Emperor Wanli.

On the way, everyone was relieved and breathed a sigh of relief.

Right now, apart from repairing the damaged palace, there is nothing left to do.

Everything seems to be complete.

But only Han Fei knew that the matter was not over yet.

The real behind-the-scenes black hand is still hidden behind...

Came to a palace, where the lights were brightly lit, and the banquet was lavishly placed.

If it wasn't for the Ninth Five-Year Supreme, there were countless delicacies from mountains and seas on the table, and even the tableware was expensive jade.

Just such a banquet is enough for those wealthy families to last ten lifetimes.

Emperor Wanli sits on the throne, although he is a little old, but the majesty of the emperor still exists.

Just as everyone was about to kneel down, he interrupted cheerfully: "You don't need to be too polite, just sit down first."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Afterwards, everyone sat down one after another, and so did Han Fei.

With a glance, he found that the "black hand behind the scenes" was also at the banquet.

Suddenly, the emperor asked, "Which one is Han Fei?"

(End of this chapter)