[Comprehensive] The Journey of the Protagonist

When Ye Gucheng's footsteps stepped on the glazed tiles, there was no sound at all.

The bright moon, as big as a jade plate, hangs low in the sky, but it seems to be within reach. It hangs on the edge of the golden eaves, and it seems that you can see the shadow of the laurel tree in the Moon Palace.Ye Gucheng was dressed in snow-white clothes, with a pale face, and a crown of sandalwood beads on his black hair. When he lightly landed on the golden roof, his gaze never left Ximen Chuuxue's body... To be precise, he never On the right hand away from the hilt, there is a quiet light in his cold and sharp eyes.

He looked straight at him, never avoiding Ximen Chuuxue's eyes.

He has come on time to pay the appointment.

What he has learned to do is just, according to his inner thoughts, to conduct a pure sword fight, to conduct a simple exploration of the way of the sword.

He always thought that there would be another stand-in to participate in this "Top of the Forbidden" for him, because King Pingnan set it up like this from the beginning, although Ye Gucheng felt that his plan was full of things that could be seen at a glance. There are loopholes, but in fact, it is still usable in general.At the very least, everyone, at the beginning, couldn't think of the essence of this duel.

But at the very end of this plan, the Prince Nan, who had been calm and silent all this time, finally spoke.He asked him to go to Ximen Chuuxue's appointment.

Ye Gucheng had a premonition that finally arrived.

"Then what should you do?" Ye Gucheng didn't move, although he knew that since the prince had said such a thing, he would definitely do something of his own, but after thinking for a moment, he still asked .

Su Xuan took a look at him, his eyes still had the same deep black color as when he first saw it, it seemed that forever and ever it would be the kind of emotion that was calm to rational, quiet to indifferent, and ruthless to the extreme.He slightly hooked his lips, and his words were as indifferent as he had expected, and he said with a sigh: "In the palace, long ago, there were my own people."

It was his staff, not Pingnan Wangfu's.Ye Gucheng understood his point.How early is that?He didn't ask any more questions, just nodded and turned to leave.From Su Xuan's words, he could understand that it was the same boredom as him, it was a kind of loneliness that can only be felt when standing at the top.His is the sword, and his is the layout.

Lu Xiaofeng's heart finally settled down at this moment, he no longer had to guess.Because, he already knew that what appeared here now was the real Ye Gucheng.

Except for Ye Gucheng, no one else has such an aloof attitude, except for Ye Gucheng, no one has such a cold demeanor, and except for Ye Gucheng, no one has the ability to rival Ximen Chuuxue, like Yuan Ru The coldness and purity of the ice and snow at the peak of the mountain, the dignity and arrogance...

Only the real Ye Gucheng would stand in front of Ximen Chuixue with the sword in his hand, and dare to unsheath it, as if meeting a confidant, as if meeting an old enemy. all light.

The moon has lost its color.

In this night, Ye Gucheng's voice seemed to be stained with the deep cold that has existed between heaven and earth since ancient times. He said to Ximen Chuuxue: "Come, fight!"

He doesn't need to talk to him about the past, they have nothing to talk about, and they don't need to introduce their swords to each other, because they always know that they must be two good swords, and he doesn't need someone else to come Questioning whether their swords have been poisoned, they are the most devout swordsmen in the world, questioning their swords, it is the people who question them, and that is an insult!

Wei Ziyun was on the side, his lips twitched a little, he took a step forward, as if he wanted to say something, but was immediately held back by Lu Xiaofeng, Lu Xiaofeng didn't speak, just shook his head slightly at him, Signal him not to move.

Wei Ziyun stopped in his tracks, and swallowed all the words in his throat... For some reason, he also breathed a sigh of relief.

Lu Xiaofeng held back Wei Ziyun, who wanted to die. He knew what the chief guard wanted to say. He wanted to show off his prestige as a local landlord, and he wanted to find his own existence before the contest between the two peerless swordsmen. He will step forward to check the swords of Ximen Chuuxue and Ye Gucheng. He will have a good reason. In order to show the great faith of both parties, let them each choose a trusted person to inspect ...And then, it was Lu Xiaofeng's turn, who was Ximen Chuuxue's friend and Ye Gucheng's friend...

But the difference is that this Ye Gucheng is the real Lord of Baiyun City.In the original book, the only task of the disguised "Ye Gucheng" is to try his best to delay the time, so Wei Ziyun's proposal, he agreed almost immediately, he let go, and fell silent After a long time, Ximen Chuuxue nodded slowly... If Ximen Chuuxue hadn't undergone a recent change, as if human emotions had finally lingered on that peerless sword, he would never have agreed to let his sword leave hand.His trust was almost nonexistent.

But now, at the moment when two peerless swordsmen were on the verge of firing, if they stepped forward and made such a ridiculous suggestion, wouldn't that be death?

Ximen Chuuxue's eyes were also tinged with fire. The two of them are like the sharpest and most dangerous swords in the world. Normally, no one can make them draw their sheaths, and only , when the two meet, you can let yourself shine with all your sharpness, and you can shine a light that can be engraved on the epic between the heaven and the earth!

The sword is unsheathed!

All the colors in the sky and the earth seem to have faded away, only the white on the two swords, which is too pure to hold any other, shines into the stinging eyes.

All of Lu Xiaofeng's thoughts have been put into this duel. At this moment, any palace, any palace nine, any plot to usurp the throne have rolled out of his mind, his hands are in his pockets, Holding something tightly, he watched the martial arts competition in the Hall of Supreme Harmony without blinking.

Before Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuuxue's aura met, they were like spirit snakes that were constantly changing. It was a temptation to anticipate the enemy's opportunity. Every change they made could be said to be a deadly sword. But it can only block all the changes in the opponent's backhand that have been shown. The so-called master has the ability to see all your backhands at a glance.

And a real master can also change as he likes due to the change of opponents. This is the most supreme state in martial arts, and people are no longer limited by moves.

Everyone held their breath, and sweat flowed from their palms, foreheads, and backs, but they didn't dare to move their bodies, not only because they were shocked by the cold sword energy, but also because they were afraid of missing a moment.

Ye Gucheng's people are like a flying fairy, and his sword is like a flying fairy. When he leaps up, he is like a fairy nine days away. Switching on the electricity, with the sword energy that can penetrate into the bone marrow, it is indescribably bright and brilliant!

Ximen Chuuxue's sword, just like in the early winter, in the frosty and white sky, suddenly another light, colder, more magnificent, and more ruthless than this color enveloping the sky, suddenly appeared in the light-colored sky. Fleeting, it stabs obliquely, like a star in the day!

No one can describe their brilliance, nor their swiftness!

People seem to be above the Nine Heavens... Otherwise, how could they see this non-human swordsmanship?

But, after all, Ximen Chuuxue's heart was already concerned, and his heart was bound, as if the cold star that should have crossed the sky and shone through the ages was suddenly caught by a green star struggling to reveal its head from the thick snow. The grass is retained, the snow is flying, between the sky and the earth, the long river is frosted, and the mountains are covered with snow. In the end, there is only this little color!

Therefore, his sword seemed to be retained by something.It was as if there was a thread that came from nowhere, protruding from the void, and wrapped around his long and narrow sword edge, making his originally flexible movements a little bit uncoordinated... This little bit of uncoordinated, If you are facing anyone else, it can be said that there is no hindrance, but in such a place, facing Ye Gucheng who is not under him, it is like a prisoner in shackles. This trace can separate life and death!

Lu Xiaofeng felt his fingertips were cold and stiff, he could tell that at this moment, Ximen Chuuxue's real strength was no match for Ye Gucheng, if Ye Gucheng's conspiracy hadn't been revealed later, for Yi Xin For him who was begging for death, if dying at the hands of a real swordsman and a respectable opponent was the best destination, then Ximen Chuuxue would be the one who really died in the duel that night!

He took a step forward, and the internal energy in his dantian was lifted.

Ximen Chuuxue's sword pointed at Ye Gucheng's chest. Ye Gucheng's long sword was about to pierce his throat, but at the next moment, a strange smile flashed across Ye Gucheng's cold eyes. With all his strength exhausted, another brand new change suddenly appeared out of nowhere. His sword edge was lowered, and his target changed from throat to hit the opponent's wrist. Ximen Chuuxue's sword force Also shifted accordingly.

They passed each other, their backs were facing each other, and they stopped.

One foot that Lu Xiaofeng stepped out also stopped in mid-air.

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郎滟独绝扔了1个地雷投掷时间:2017-08-0622:51:27

Q: Why do you always have to be late at the agreed time?

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