[Lu Xiaofeng] Final Boss

Ye Gucheng likes the speed of flying.

[At sea, in Baiyun City, and at night when the moon is white and the wind is clear, he always likes to perform his lightness kung fu alone against the wind and fly under the moon. 】It not only made him feel free, exciting, and joyful, but also had peace of mind.

Now, he is fully displaying his lightness kung fu, flying among the golden towers and jade towers of the Forbidden City, flying under the silvery moonlight.

But he couldn't be calm.

Ximen Chuuxue also found the emperor, in order to fight him!This news is really exciting!It was even more exciting than him carefully arranging a game and finally pulling out the thorn in the flesh of the Nanwang Mansion that had been stuck in Baiyun City!

He didn't underestimate Gong Jiu, that's why Lu Xiaofeng arrived just in time, but he miscalculated Ximen Chuuxue, he paid too much attention to Nanwang and this situation, he didn't even notice what role Ximen Chuuxue played in this incident.He had a feeling that he must have overlooked something extremely important, something about Ximen Chuuxue.

But until now, he still doesn't know what it is.

Ye Gucheng has been the lord of Baiyun City for so many years, he has always been far-sighted and decisive in killing, and he has never been so miscalculated.

And that person is Ximen Fuxue!

So he can't be calm.

The wind in the middle of the night was cold and refreshing. He had already seen the Hall of Supreme Harmony, and also the snow-white figure on the top of the Forbidden City!This figure, once under a phoenix flower tree, played the lingering and sentimental flute sound for him, stared at him with eyes as pure as ice and snow, as soft and sincere as a child!But at this moment, this figure is standing in a dense fog in the night, but it is whiter than the fog and colder than the moon. The kind of pressure like Mount Tai's top.

In heaven and earth, only Ximen Chuuxue at this moment can give him this kind of pressure!

He slowly landed in front of him.

The four eyes met, as if the flames of the beacon had crossed the Ten Thousand Passes in an instant.

A fallen leaf with night dew suddenly floated over and fell leisurely. It fell between them, but it withered immediately as if it couldn't bear the pressure.

Although this pressure is invisible, it is by no means invisible.

Ximen Chuuxue's eyes are like obsidian in the ice and snow, cold, but like suppressing an invisible flame.

"Are you sincere with the sword?"

"I am the sword!"

Ye Gucheng's eyes are also colder and brighter than the autumn moon in the sky!

"Are you sincere?"

"Being sincere to people means being sincere to your heart."

"Whose heart?"

"My heart!"

have heart?

Ye Gucheng suddenly smiled, it turned out that no matter how sincere you are to others or the sword, you are only sincere to your own heart.

He knew his own heart, but he didn't know Ximen Chuuxue's heart.

With a sound of "dang", Ye Gucheng's sword has been unsheathed!

But he didn't look at Ximen Chuuxue, he no longer looked at Ximen Chuuxue's eyes, nor at Ximen Chuuxue's sword.

He stared at the edge of his sword, and said slowly: "Please!"

"Wait a minute." Ximen Chuuxue was still looking at him, the coldness and heat in his eyes were equally scorching, "Wait a second, wait for your peace of mind."

Ye Gucheng couldn't help raising his eyes: "Do you know that my heart is not calm?"

Ximen Chuuxue didn't know it at first, but now he walked through the blurred night and looked at Ye Gucheng's cold and deep eyes, he suddenly knew that Ye Gucheng couldn't be calm.

Ximen Chuuxue himself, if he hadn't met Ye Gucheng pretending to be Sikong Zhaixing just now, he wouldn't be as calm as he is now.

He had waited too long, but Ye Gucheng knew too hastily.

So he deserves a fair chance.

Ye Gucheng understood what he meant, but suddenly said: "Can I have a few words with Lu Xiaofeng?"

With the decisive battle imminent, he would actually want to land on Lu Xiaofeng?

Ximen Chuuxue's eyes were already fluctuating: "Talking to him, can you calm down?"

"You're wrong." Ye Gucheng smiled, that kind of smile looked like crystal clear but fleeting ice flowers under the moonlight, he turned his head to look at His Highness, Lu Xiaofeng was there. "Talking to him calms his mind."

With his gaze, Lu Xiaofeng, with an anxious and depressed face, had already flew up to the ridge of the hall.

His warm and bright eyes, like the sunshine in July, seemed to have soaked into the darkness and mist of the night fog: "Did you kill Datong Dazhi and Gongsun Da Niang?"

"That's right, and Ouyang Qing was also hurt by me." Of course Lu Xiaofeng already knew the truth, but Ye Gucheng simply confirmed it for him, and then asked, "Do you have anything else to ask?"

Lu Xiaofeng was silent for a while.

Ye Gucheng thought that he might ask Zhang Yingfeng, but Lu Xiaofeng didn't ask Zhang Yingfeng, he still looked at him, just like he was stubbornly looking at him last night in the ruined temple with bean lamps on.

He asked another question.

"Are we still friends?"

Ye Gucheng was slightly stunned, even if he wanted to ask this question, it seemed that he should ask Lu Xiaofeng.

But he quickly understood what Lu Xiaofeng meant, so he showed that smile that once surprised Lu Xiaofeng, "Of course." With this kind of smile, he continued, "Also, Datong Dazhi is not Know if I'm hurt."

Lu Xiaofeng blinked his eyes, what does this mean?

Datong Dazhi lied?

Why is he lying?Who are you lying for?

Lay Gu Song?Honest monk?

His eyebrows jumped suddenly, and he raised his eyebrows and said, "Why did you tell me?"

Ye Gucheng smiled and said: "Because you are my friend after all, and I don't want you to be cheated too badly!"

After saying this, he turned around and left.

At the end of the words, is the sword.

Ye Gucheng's sword has been shot!

His Flying Immortal has already made his move!

Ran Ran in white clothes, like a fairy in the depths of the white clouds who sucks the wind and eats the dew, comes by the wind, with the loneliness of a fairy Lingbo, holding a stream of condensed autumn water that flows through the years, gracefully passing by the moonlight The starry sky came slowly.Lu Xiaofeng had seen the Flying Immortal of Heaven more than once, Taoist Mu, Sikong Zaixing, and Gong Jiu had also seen the Flying Immortal of Heaven, but they suddenly felt that this was not the Flying Immortal of Heaven they had seen before!

Or the real Flying Immortal from Heaven was never what they had seen before!

Or maybe the real Flying Immortal has never had more than one appearance!

It's not brilliant and fast, it's not bright and gorgeous, but it's so sad and lonely.

Heartbreaking loneliness!

The sword in Ximen Chuuxue's hand has also been raised slowly, the sword light under the moonlight is like a ball of snow light, his white clothes is also like snow light under the moonlight!Just like the thousands of years of ice and snow condensed on the peak of a lofty mountain, he seems to have stood there since ancient times, without seeing the ebb and flow of the years, the ebb and flow of the tide, and the vicissitudes of the sea!

He could only see the twinkling but boundless loneliness in Ye Gucheng's cold star-like eyes.

He just wanted to make him no longer lonely!

The sword's edge was raised, but it was so soothing and slow, with a kind of absolute but resolute determination, and slowly greeted that touch of autumn water!

If you don't get together, you don't have to separate, if you don't get together, you can't get together again.

The sword light gathers and separates, with their own brilliance, falling to the fate established earlier.

Ximen Chuuxue's sword had already pierced Ye Gucheng's chest, but lost the strength in an instant.

Ye Gucheng's sword was already pointing at Ximen Chuuxue's throat, but like a lover's sudden eye wave, it slanted a little bit sideways.

The coldness of the sword's edge still remained in the chest, in the warm chest, as if a icy Yushu Qionghua suddenly bloomed there, those dark eyes like obsidian in the ice and snow still stared deeply at him , just like he once stood under the phoenix flower tree in July, staring at him deeply.

He watched the ice-like eyebrows gradually blur, slowly blending into the moonlight shared with each other in his memory, he suddenly smiled, and then fell into an embrace as light and soft as a white cloud.

Feixian has fallen.

A cloud came flying from the sky, but it had already flown away.

Does it take away the poignant beauty of a generation of sword immortals, or his boundless loneliness?

The full moon has fallen, and the moonlight has dimmed.

But the starlight is like a dream, like a lover's dream.

Ximen Chuuxue's long sword has been put into its sheath. From then on, there is no real opponent in this world who can draw his sword to face him, but his always stable hand has a slight tremor.A trembling like embracing a first love.

In this boundless and gentle starlight, he finally embraced Ye Gucheng.

Only when you can be extreme in love can you be extreme in sword.

He finally held his love in his arms.

From then on, the world is long, I only hope that you are by my side!