Douluo Continent

Perhaps, what Ye Gucheng hates is just--since he gave birth to Ye Gucheng, why should he give birth to Ximen Chuixue.

Perhaps, what Ximen Chuixue hates is the same.

Why is the distance between hate and love always so difficult to measure?

Now, it's time for the decisive battle.

When it comes to the decisive battle, no one or anything in heaven or on earth can stop this decisive battle.

This moment may be short, but many people have given everything they have to wait for this moment!

Thinking of those people, Lu Xiaofeng suddenly felt an indescribable sadness.

Is this fight worth it?

Is it worth the wait for those people?

No one can answer, no one can explain, no one can judge.

Not even Lu Xiaofeng.

However, he also felt the overwhelming evil spirit and sword energy, and the pressure he felt was perhaps much greater than anyone else.

Because Ximen Chuixue is his friend, and so is Ye Gucheng.

- If you have ever considered a person to be your friend, that person will always be your friend.

Therefore, Lu Xiaofeng has been staring at Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng's swords, paying attention to their every slight movement, every look, every expression, and even the beating of every muscle.

He is worried about Ximen Chuixue——

Ximen Chuixue's sword was originally the sword of God, the god of swords.

But now, he is no longer a god, but a human being.

Because he already has human love and human emotions.

People are always weak, always have weaknesses, and because of this, people are human.

Has Ye Gucheng caught Ximen Chuixue's weakness?

Lu Xiaofeng was very worried. He knew that no matter how small a weakness was, it was fatal.

He knew that even if Ye Gucheng could let Ximen Chuixue go, Ximen Chuixue could not let him go.

Victory is life, defeat is death. For people like Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng, there is absolutely no choice between them.

The strangest thing is that he is also worried about Ye Gucheng!

He never realized that Ye Gucheng had human love and affection!

Ye Gucheng's life is the sword, and the sword is Ye Gucheng's life.It’s just that life itself is a war, all kinds of wars, big and small.

No matter what kind of war it is, there is usually only one goal - victory.

The meaning of victory is glory and honor.

But now for Ye Gucheng, victory has lost its meaning, because his defeat is death, and victory is also death.

Because no matter he wins or loses, he cannot restore the lost honor, not to mention everyone knows that he will not be able to leave the Forbidden City alive tonight.

Therefore, although both of them have the conditions to win, they also have reasons to lose.

Who will lose this battle?Who wins?

At this time, the light of the stars and the moon became fainter, and all the brilliance of the heaven and the earth had concentrated on the two swords.

Two immortal swords.

The sword is out!

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

Their blades have not touched, but they have already started to change continuously. People move very slowly, but the blades change very quickly, because they have changed according to their hearts before they have even used a move.

From the eyes of others, this battle was neither fierce nor exciting.

Wei Ziyun, Ding Ao, Yin Xian, Tu Fang, and even Yuan Fuyu were already sweating.

Wei Ziyun is a contemporary first-class swordsman. They see that this change in swordsmanship has reached a state where they can do whatever they want, which is also the supreme state of martial arts!

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

Their swords and people are one, this is the heart sword.

Lu Xiaofeng's hands also broke out in cold sweat suddenly, he suddenly noticed the change of Ximen Chuixue's sword, although it looked flexible, it was actually sluggish, at least not as light and flowing as Ye Gucheng's sword.

Ye Gucheng's sword is like a gust of wind outside the white clouds.

Ximen Chuuxue's sword seemed to be tied with an invisible thread—his wife, his family, and his feelings were all this invisible thread.

Lu Xiaofeng has also noticed that within the next twenty changes, Ye Gucheng's sword will surely pierce Ximen Chuuxue's throat.

Twenty changes passed in an instant.

Lu Xiaofeng's fingertips were already cold.

Now, no one can change the fate of Ximen Fuxue.

Lu Xiaofeng couldn't, and Ximen Chuuxue couldn't either.

The distance between the two people is very close!

Both swords have been thrust out with full force!

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

Only now did Ximen Chuuxue realize that his sword was one 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.

But at this moment, he suddenly found that Ye Gucheng's sword was deviated, maybe it was only a deviation of one or two inches, but the distance of one or two inches was already the distance between life and death.

How did this error happen?

Is it because Ye Gucheng knows that there is no distance between his life and death?

The blade is 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.

Then, 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 also fear, hopeless fear!

Because he knows that all the joy and good things in his life will end in an instant.

Now his life has come to an end, ended by Ximen Chuixue's sword!

However, he has no resentment towards Ximen Chuuxue, only a kind of gratitude that no one will ever understand.

At this last moment, Ximen Chuuxue's sword also slowed down, and was about to withdraw this deadly move.

Ye Gucheng could see it.

He could see that Ximen Chuuxue really didn't want to kill him, but he still killed him because Ximen Chuuxue knew that he would rather die by this sword.

——Since you are going to die, why not die by Ximen Chuixue’s sword?

——To die by Ximen Chuixue’s sword is at least more glorious than any other way of death!

Ximen Chuixue understands his feelings, so she helps him!

So he is grateful!

This kind of understanding and sympathy can only be produced between peerless heroes and heroes.

At this moment, the two people made eye contact, and Ye Gucheng let out a long breath from the bottom of his heart!

"Thank you."

Although he didn't say these three words, they were already revealed in his eyes! He knew that Ximen Chuixue would also understand!

He fell down!

The bright moon has disappeared, and the starlight has also disappeared, disappearing into the newly revealed dawn in the east!

This peerless swordsman finally fell.Will his reputation also disappear from now on?

A white cloud flew over from the sky, maybe it wanted to bring his sad news back to the sky?Or did he come here specially to pay his last respects to this peerless swordsman?

Dawn has come, but the world seems to be colder and darker.

Ye Gucheng's face looked like the dawn, cold, hazy, and mysterious!

There is still the last drop of blood on the sword!

Ximen Chuuxue fell gently, looked up and looked around, the sky and the earth were leisurely, he suddenly felt an indescribable loneliness.

Ximen Chuixue hid his sword and picked up Ye Gucheng's body. The sword was cold and the body was even colder.

The coldest one was Ximen Chuuxue's heart.

The decisive battle that shocked the world has passed, and the enemy who is more worthy of respect than his friends has died under his sword.What else in the world could make his heart warm again?Does the blood heat up again?

Has he decided to hide his sword forever?Like burying Ye Gucheng's body forever?No matter what, these two things are not allowed to be violated by anyone.He respected them all equally.