Chapter 85 A sword coming from the west

The full moon has set in the west, and the lights in the distance have dimmed.

Lu Xiaofeng had already arrived on the eaves of the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

Even Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng were already standing on both ends of the roof of the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

Both of them were dressed in white, spotless.

The two of them are also like their swords, cold and sharp. They have not yet been unsheathed, but they are already powerful.

However, Ye Gucheng didn't seem to be in a good condition. He looked extremely pale and even coughed from time to time.

Ximen Chuixue still had no expression on her face, seeming to turn a blind eye to this.

The two looked at each other for a long time.

Ye Gucheng raised the sword in his hand and said: "This sword belongs to the overseas cold sword elite. It has broken hair, a blade of three feet and three feet, and a net weight of six kilograms and four taels."

The decisive battle has finally begun. Everyone is holding their breath and waiting to see what happens.

This is because drawing a sword is the most basic but also the most important method in swordsmanship. It is obvious that the two of them will compete once, and they will start to compete from here on out.

Lu Xiaofeng looked at him and said, "I'm just telling them, if this happens again next time, don't come to me. I've already had enough trouble and I don't want to deal with such boring things anymore."

Everyone understands this truth.

But he never mentioned the matter of changing swords.

Then Wei Ziyun can be considered a disguised form of leaving his name for future generations.

Wei Ziyun snorted twice and said: "Now that the time has passed, there will be an early morning court meeting in the Hall of Supreme Harmony tomorrow.

Lu Xiaofeng said calmly: "I don't think there is anything wrong with these two swords."

Ready to take action.

However, the Ximen Chuixue of today is no longer the Ximen Chuixue of a month ago.

Unexpectedly, Ximen Chuixue suddenly said: "Wait a minute."

Everyone could hear what he meant, but they all understood that it was not so easy to hold back in such a competition.

This can be regarded as an answer to what Lu Xiaofeng said. If the battle really lasted more than half an hour, then it would be a draw and neither of them would have to die.

Many people have already shown sympathy in their eyes. This battle has not yet begun, but the outcome is already unknown.

His sword is more ruthless!

Ye Gucheng took a breath for a while, then finally recovered, and said to Ximen Chuixue: "I started learning swordsmanship when I was a boy, and it has been more than thirty years. I have fought countless people, and I am prepared to die in every battle.

Preparation for the sword."

Seeing that the situation is on the verge of breaking out, the competition is about to begin.

Who in the world would not give him some face if he mentioned this?

Ye Gucheng immediately replied: "I will obey the order."

Ximen Chuixue said slowly: "My sword can only be given to one person."

Everyone was stunned.

According to the rules, Lu Xiaofeng should now exchange their swords and hand Ximen Chuixue's sword to Ye Gucheng for closer inspection, while letting Ximen Chuixue inspect Ye Gucheng's sword. This is only fair.

Ximen Chuixue said: "It is a good sword."

How can a swordsman leave his sword?

In the future, whenever someone mentions this once-in-a-century competition, they will inevitably mention him a few words.

Many people watching the battle breathed a sigh of relief.

Ye Gucheng said: "Wait a minute? How long do you need to wait?"

I hope that the battle between the two of you can be limited to half an hour. After half an hour, it will be regarded as a draw, with no winner or loser.

Although the swords of both of them have been raised and are in the most comfortable and suitable position for drawing the sword, they have not yet been unsheathed.

He is a ruthless person.

Besides, it was before a life and death battle.

Compared with Ximen Chuixue, Ye Gucheng really looks much older and frailer.

Ximen Chuixue listened quietly to what might be Ye Gucheng's last words.

However, Zhao Mingyuan felt that he was just trying to gain popularity and wanted to be a notary in a sword duel between two people.

Everyone can guess this person.

Unless the gap between the two is too large, one can easily defeat the other.

Ximen Chuixue remained expressionless.

Ximen Chuixue responded with silence. After a long time, she nodded slowly.

Therefore, what Lu Xiaofeng said was just his extravagant hope.

It’s just that this battle will definitely be remembered in the past and passed down to future generations. I wonder if the two of you can exchange your swords to show fairness and trust."

Sikong Zhaixing couldn't help but ask: "What do you mean?"

Then, he walked away directly, walked to the edge of the eaves, and made way for the competition area in the middle.

Ye Gucheng asked: "Whose wound is bleeding?"

Ximen Chuixue said: "It's him."

If they were really competing for self-determination, regardless of life or death, and were timid before taking action, then what else would be worth seeing in this competition?

Ye Gucheng took a deep breath, clenched the sword with his right hand, and said: "Please!"

Ximen Chuixue replied: "Of course."

Ximen Chuixue also raised his sword and said coldly: "This sword is the most powerful weapon in the world. Its blade is three feet and seven inches tall, and its net weight is seven kilograms and thirteen taels."

Ye Gucheng said: "It is indeed a good sword."

Even though Lu Xiaofeng was deeply reluctant, she had no choice but to step forward and take the swords from Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng one by one.

"Where's Ye Daxia's sword?" Wei Ziyun asked Ye Gucheng.

With that said, he directly threw one sword to Ximen Chuixue and the other sword to Ye Gucheng.

However, everyone knows that this is impossible. A competition between swordsman masters cannot last too long. Even if the winner is determined by one move, no one will be surprised.

Ximen Chuixue said: "What a good sword."

In fact, Ye Gucheng is only over thirty now and is in the prime of life.

Ximen Chuixue stood with his sword in hand, as if what just happened had no impact on him at all, and he was always ready to take action.

In fact, if it were a month ago, he would never have agreed.

Only death can separate your own sword from yourself.

Ye Gucheng said: "If you don't bother the two masters, you'll also bother Daxia Lu."

However, Lu Xiaofeng put both swords in their sheaths under her arm, flipped her hands, and unsheathed both swords. Suddenly the sword energy soared into the sky, shining brightly in all directions, and even the bright moon in the sky seemed to have lost its color.

Ximen Chuixue said: "Wait until the wound stops bleeding."

He has changed. He is no longer a cold and ruthless killing sword, but has the warmth of a human being.

Ximen Chuixue is also twenty-four, so there is not much difference between them.

Wei Ziyun suddenly said: "Both of you are masters of swordsmanship in the world, and are highly regarded by the world. Of course you won't, and there is no need to quench poison on the sword, or hide information from the agency.

Everyone understood what he meant, which was to ask the two to be merciful and compete to the best point. The winner can be determined, but it does not have to be a life-and-death battle.

Otherwise, if you hesitate for a moment and get distracted, your opponent will immediately catch the flaw and win or lose.

Ye Gucheng took a breath and continued: "So in today's battle, you and I don't have to show mercy. If a swordsman can die under the sword of a master, then he will die without regrets."

Wei Ziyun said: "Is it Daxia Lu?"

But Ye Gucheng's face turned even uglier, his movements seemed a little slow, and he kept coughing.

Sikong Zhaixing asked curiously: "Is this a boring thing?"

Lu Xiaofeng said: "These two people have no grievances, but they have to fight to the death for inexplicable things. If this kind of thing is not boring, then what else can be boring."

Ye Gucheng said: "Good sword."

The master's competition only lasts for one and a half moves, but if you think about it, half an hour is more than enough."

Ximen Chuixue replied: "Yours."

When everyone took a look, sure enough, a little blood oozed from the wound on Ye Gucheng's chest, which had already dyed his white clothes red.

Ximen Chuixue said: "You have waited for me for a month, and I will wait for you for a month."

After saying that, he flew straight down from the Hall of Supreme Harmony.
Chapter completed!