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The two did not speak.

At least they won't say: "Good guy."

"Ximen Chuuxue said that there are countless strong people outside the world, but those like Mr. Fusu are very few."

"A lot, but not a lot."

Fusu knew what Ye Gucheng meant.

Many people believe that Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue possess peerless skills, which is why they can become gods of swords.

But they were wrong, the strength of the two was not due to any opportunities, but because of a kind of attachment, the attachment to the sword in their hands.

Some people pick up the sword because the sword can bring them prestige, fame and fortune, and beauty.

The sword is after desire, not really liking the sword.

So after becoming a giant, the swords of these people have been dusty, and they are no longer a sharp weapon for killing people.

Ximen Chuuxue invited Fusu to watch the battle because of Fusu's persistence.

They are the same kind of people.

"I want to know the Tao of Mr. Fu Su, and I want to know the Tao outside the world."

Ximen Fuxue raised a possibility, that is, there is no limit to the way of the sword.

The two thought that the high place was too cold, but it was just the short-sightedness of the frog in the bottom of the well.

Only by breaking the horizon, it must be a broad road.

A road that even he cannot complete.

"Please help Mr. Su to be successful!"

"It's just a discussion, what can you say to complete it?"

Fusu admired these two lonely swordsmen.

This kind of appreciation is far before crossing.

If you like something, you should simply like it.

If this kind of liking cannot bring benefits to oneself, deny this kind of liking, then it is not true liking.

Just as learning is a pleasure, so is writing a novel.

Even if you can't get anything in return, you can't stop liking in your heart.

When this liking reaches the extreme, it will naturally become a real characteristic.

So don't say that there are few people who read books all day long, and you don't feel safe if you don't put them on the shelves.

This is the first time the author has written such a long novel. From the small mistakes at the beginning to the repeated mistakes now, I can write it down only because of a kind of fun, and learn how to fool around in it, so as to retain the reader's attention. Skill.

"Thank you!"

After Ye Gucheng finished speaking, he raised the sword in his hand, facing Ximen Chuuxue's sword from a distance.

Two immortal swords.

Two admirable people.

The sword has been pierced.

The sword thrust out was not fast, the distance between Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuuxue was still very far, and there was still a long time before the sword edge touched Fusu.

Fusu didn't move, just quietly waiting for Jianfeng to approach.

Before the blades of the two touched Fusu, they had already started to change constantly. People moved very slowly, but the blades moved very quickly, because they had already changed as they wished before even using a single move.

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

It's just the fear that clings to in everyone's mind.

They were afraid of that man's murderous intent, and they were also in awe of that man's strength.

The two most powerful swordsmen in the world join hands, and they should be invincible in the world.It's just that no one dared to predict the outcome of this battle.

Because they have seen with their own eyes that this man has the strength to suppress even the world.

The sword and the person are one, this is already the heart sword.

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

Ximen Chuuxue's sword was like a cold light under the full moon.

The swords of the two were light and flowing, and they swung freely.

Both swords have been thrust out with all their strength.

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

If the opponents of the two were not Fusu, whether it was Ye Gucheng or Ximen Chuuxue, every change of the sword in their hands would be a sword that would kill and win.

The swords of the two touched Fusu.

Ye Gucheng's sword pierced Fusu's chest, and Ximen Chuuxue's sword pierced Fusu's back.

Pierce Fusu's pure white clothes, and stay on Fusu's white jade skin.

This is not the strength of the body, but the suppression of the Dao mirror.

The Sword God's sword can break through Fusu's clothes, but cannot break Fusu's Dao Heart.

A sword is a sword, but it is not a sword.

In the hands of Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuuxue, although the sword is a sword, it is also the embodiment of the heart of the sword and the way of the sword.

The physical touch is far below the collision of the Dao Heart.

It is never the sword that kills, but people.

It is never the sword that sheds tears, only people can shed tears.

If Ximen Chuuxue's sword broke and Ye Gucheng's long sword wept, it would be Ye Gucheng's tears.

"I lost."