[Lu Xiaofeng + Sword Three] Great battle!former love

No one knew what Mei Qingqian said to the emperor, but in the end both Ximen Chuuxue and Ye Gucheng stood on the ridge of the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

It's too cold at the top - it's a duel of fate.

Ximen Chuuxue's eyes fixed on Ye Gucheng, and after a long time, he said slowly: "Tonight is the night of the full moon."

Ye Gucheng's voice was flat: "Yes."

Ximen blowing acupoint asked again: "Are you Ye Gucheng?"

"Yes."

"You have a sword in your hand, and so do I."

"Yes."

Ximen Chuuxue's voice was very soothing, as if carrying memories: "I learned swordsmanship when I was seven years old."

"My young man knows the sword." Ye Gucheng finally said a complete sentence, he stood there, but did not look at Ximen Chuuxue.

The two of them are so similar, like two peerless swords, one is sharp and bloody when it comes out of the scabbard, like an ice field thousands of miles away, you will know its coldness and strength when you see it, and the other is lofty and proud, like white clouds in the South China Sea Only when you look at it from a distance can you know its glory and its benefits.

Ye Gucheng continued: "This sword has killed 170 eight swordsmen, but since you, I no longer need to draw the sword, but I want to fight."

Ximen Chuuxue sighed, as if regretting: "What joy is there in life, what is there to fear in death, if you get a confidant, you will have no regrets in death, and if you can get an opponent like Baiyun City Lord, you will have no regrets in death."

"Please."

"Please."

As soon as the words fell, the two of them flew close, and the force of the people watching the battle was not weak. It can be seen that the two of them have reached the state of doing whatever they want and uniting their swords and swords. This is the sword of the heart.

Although the change of Ximen Chuuxue's sword posture still looks flexible, it is more sluggish than before, while Ye Gucheng is still light and flowing.

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

Ximen Chuuxue's sword is a kite tied by a rope.

The distance between the two of them was already very close, and both swords had thrust out with all their strength. This was the last move, the one that would determine the outcome.

Qingqian's hands, which had been clenched tightly, loosened slightly, and a gust of wind blew by, Qingqian felt the coolness in her hands, it turned out that her hands were already sweating coldly.She is no longer worried, Ye Gucheng has no other distractions, and now it seems that when Ximen Chuuxue's sword pierced Ye Gucheng's chest, Ye Gucheng's sword had already pierced his throat.

But at this moment, Ye Gucheng suddenly looked at her, and with just one look, his sword had deviated.

Ximen Chuuxue's sword pierced Ye Gucheng's chest.

At this moment, Ximen Chuuxue felt the pain of everyone being cold, lonely and unspoken—the person he could talk to had already fallen down.However, he also felt an unexpected surge of enthusiasm, which he had never experienced in his life. Only those who have truly experienced meeting their opponents will understand that Ye Gucheng's death seemed to have cut off the kite's string, and Ximen Chuuxue firmly held it once again. sword in hand.

Mei Qingqian, who was watching the battle, closed her eyes, she was afraid that she would suddenly cry at this moment——

Is this an unchangeable fate?Obviously she could stop this duel, but she gave up the moment she saw Ye Gucheng. She suddenly understood that as long as these two people are either, they will definitely have a duel, or in other words, without this duel, They will not rest in peace.

There is a kind of person in the world who can only die but not be defeated.

There are reasons to win in the world, and there are excuses to lose.

Now Ye Gucheng wins and dies, and loses and dies.

Mei Qingqian didn't know whether Ye Gucheng was trying to not embarrass her, a person who can't even be called a friend, or to use his mortal death to achieve Ximen Chuuxue's sword—the sword of God.

She was mentally prepared that Ye Gucheng would definitely not be able to leave the Forbidden City today, but when she actually saw the scene of his death, she still couldn't help feeling sad for such a man.

Ximen Chuuxue had put away his sword, he first picked up Ye Gucheng's sword, put it away, and then hugged Ye Gucheng.

As far as he is concerned, these two things are absolutely not allowed to be violated by anyone.

Ding Ao rushed over, blocked his way, and yelled: "You can't take this man away."

Ximen Chuuxue didn't even look at him, now he only has one person in his arms in his heart.

Wei Ziyun also came over and said: "This man is a repeat offender of the imperial court. Collecting his body is a crime of even sitting."

Ximen Chuuxue raised his head and looked at Wei Ziyun: "You want to keep me?"

Wei Ziyun's voice was steady: "There are three thousand guards here, even if Ye Gucheng and your swords are combined, they may not be able to get out, not to mention, Ye Gucheng is dead."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Xiaofeng came out from behind with a smile: "Although Ye Gucheng is dead, Lu Xiaofeng is not dead yet."

Wei Ziyun sneered: "Don't tell me you want to cover up the imperial court's serious offender?"

Before he finished his sentence, he saw Mei Qingqian stepping forward, she probed Ye Gucheng's breath, and then felt his pulse, Ximen Chuuxue didn't stop, maybe it was because Ye Gucheng gave her the last look for the sake.

"Let them go." Mei Qingqian finally said this sentence.

"Master Xifang!" Wei Ziyun's voice was very severe this time, even a little anxious.

"Ye Gucheng is dead, I checked it with my own hands, Wanzai...I will go and say it myself," Mei Qingqian paused for a while, "Nanhai Baiyun City, I will go."

Wei Ziyun didn't know how to speak.

At this moment, the imperial decree came.

"Following heaven's fortune, the emperor ordered that people of all colors should leave the palace immediately and not disobey the order."

All kinds of people, including Ye Gucheng naturally.

Mei Qingqian didn't step into the hall, so she was stopped. The one who stopped her was the emperor's real confidant, and he said with a smile: "Long live, let the lady go and receive the punishment herself."

Mei Qingqian nodded: "Thank you, father-in-law."

In a secret room in the palace, only the whipping of whips could be heard.

Qingqian is being hung up, and her meridians have been sealed in advance. This is to prevent people with advanced internal skills from using internal energy to protect the body, and the whip is also special. Even through thick clothes, it still feels piercing. pain.Mei Qingqian bit her lip and didn't say a word. She felt that Ye Gucheng's glimmer of life was worth it in exchange for the 99 lashes and future blood all over her body.

When Mei Qingqian was put down, she directly collapsed on the ground, and then she was helped up by a group of eunuchs. Those people didn't know how to be compassionate, and the wound on Mei Qingqian's body was painfully worn.

"Long live loves my lady, this is the medicine that Wan live personally gave."

The sound of the eunuch's beating almost pierced the eardrums of her ears, but she just drank it without saying a word.

The eunuch sneered, pinched his lotus fingers, and said coyly: "Long live, let me tell you something. If you hear the name Ye Gucheng again in the future, my lady will know what to do. Also, since my lady wants to go to Baiyun City It will be a complete wife."

Mei Qingqian didn't nod or shake her head, she knew that this time, she had run into the emperor's bottom line.