Daming I am Jin Yiwei

It is also to cut off the last thought!

"allow!"

The emperor opened his mouth and granted Lu Xuan's request.

The emperor opened his mouth, and the imperial guards outside the South Study room gave way one after another.

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Do you have to fight decisively?"

Ximen Chuixue said, "En."

Ye Gucheng laughed suddenly, he didn't know why he laughed, and he didn't know what he thought of.

He didn't answer Lu Xiaofeng's question, strode out the door, turned his head and said:

"No matter what, Lu Xiaofeng, you are my friend..."

Ye Gucheng walked towards Ximen Chuuxue.

Resolute sword intent.

Make autumn wind cold like winter...

Sword God Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng climbed to the top of the Hall of Supreme Harmony!

As the moon sinks westward, it looks rounder.

A round of bright moon seems to be hanging under the eaves of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, but people are already on the eaves.

Everyone held their breath, feeling an extremely terrifying pressure.

This kind of pressure is even more terrifying than when Lu Xuan faced Ye Gucheng's sword!

With a dragon roar, the sword energy surged into the sky!

Ye Gucheng's sword has been unsheathed.

Under the moonlight, the sword seemed pale.

Pale moon, pale sword, pale face.

Ye Gucheng stared at Jianfeng and said, "Please!"

Ximen Chuuxue drew out his sword and said, "Please!"

In an instant, the starlight dimmed and the moonlight dimmed.

It seems that all the brilliance in the world is concentrated on the two immortal swords!

The sword has been pierced!

……

The masters watching the battle could not help but break out in cold sweat.

Even Lu Xuan, who had learned Ye Gucheng's [One Sword Flying Immortal], discovered the gap between himself and the two at this time!

After all, he is just a beginner, and the future is very long!

……

The sword thrust was not fast, and the distance between Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng was still far away.

Their blades have not even touched, but they have already started to move continuously. The movement of people is very slow, but the movement of the blades is very fast.

Because they have changed as they wish before even using a single move.

In an instant, I don't know how many changes occurred!

……

Lu Xuan pressed the handle of the knife.

Lu Xiaofeng's fingertips were already cold.

Lian Xing's palm seems to have turned into jade.

……

The distance between Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuuxue is very close!

Both swords have thrust out with all their strength!

This is the last sword, the sword that decides the outcome.

It wasn't until this moment that Ximen Chuuxue realized that his sword was a step slower.

When his sword pierced Ye Gucheng's chest, Ye Gucheng's sword was bound to pierce his throat.

He couldn't help but accept this fate.

Ye Gucheng saw Ximen Chuuxue's slowness, and also saw his own victory, and even saw himself who went further in the way of swordsmanship!

In such a moment, Ye Gucheng had a clear understanding in his heart, and he took a step towards the future!

A bad thought, a dream, nothing more than this.

This is enough!

The sword deflected slightly, no more, no less, just over an inch.

This sword will turn him from life to death, and Ximen Chuuxue will turn from death to life!

He has seen the future sword realm.

In the future of swordsmanship, Ximen Chuuxue needs to continue on his behalf!

——This mistake, how could it be?

Ximen Chuuxue was puzzled, he didn't understand how Ye Gucheng's mistake in changing the sword's posture just now came about.

Jianfeng, icy cold!

The cold edge of the sword had pierced Ye Gucheng's chest, and he could even feel the tip of the sword touching his heart.

He felt a strange tingling pain, just like the stinging pain he felt when he saw his first lover die on the sick bed.

It was not only pain, but fear, hopeless fear!