Lu Xiaofeng and his colleagues

The moon is already in the middle of the sky.

The front and back of the ridge of the hall were almost full of people, except for the thirteen mysterious figures who did not want to reveal their true colors, there were seven other people who were all dressed as imperial guards with swords. The demeanor of the two great swordsmen.

Under the moonlight, Ye Gucheng's face was completely bloodless, and Ximen Chuuxue's face was pale, but still a little angry.

Both of them were dressed in white clothes like snow, spotless, and their faces were completely expressionless.

At this moment, their people have become like their swords, ruthless and sharp, and have no human emotions at all.

Everyone was far away from them. Although their swords hadn't been unsheathed yet, the aura of their swords was already shocking.

——This kind of fierce sword energy was originally emitted by themselves.

——What is scary is their own person, not the sword in their hands.

Ye Gucheng suddenly said, "Having been away for so many years, don't you come here all right?"

Ximen Chuixue said, "Duo Meng has made it happen, I am lucky to be safe."

Ye Gucheng said, "Why bother to bring up the old things again, in today's battle, you and I will each do our best."

Ximen Chuixue said, "Yes."

Ye Gucheng said, "Very good."

His voice already seemed short of breath, but after speaking a few words, he seemed to be panting.

Ximen Chuuxue still had no expression on his face, turned a blind eye, raised the sword in his hand, and said coldly, "This sword is a sharp weapon in the world. The blade is three feet seven inches, and the net weight is seven catties and 13 taels."

Ye Gucheng said, "Good sword!"

Ximen Chuixue said, "It is indeed a good sword!"

Ye Gucheng also raised the sword in his hand, and said, "This sword is an elite overseas cold sword, blowing hair and breaking hair, the blade is three feet three, and the net weight is six catties and four taels."

Ximen Chuixue said, "Good sword!"

Ye Gucheng said, "This is a good sword!"

Although the swords of the two have been raised, they are still not out of the sheath - the action of drawing the sword is also an indispensable part of swordsmanship, and the two obviously have to compete with each other.

Wei Ziyun suddenly said, "Both of you are contemporary masters of swordsmanship, and they bear the great expectations of the world. If your sword is fooled, you will not be poisoned, and you will not hide hidden weapons."

There was silence all around, breathing could be heard, and everyone was waiting for him to speak.

Wei Ziyun said, "It's just that this battle is unprecedented and must be passed on to future generations. It is yet to be judged whether the two of you can exchange swords and inspect them, so as to show great faith?"

Ye Gucheng immediately said, "I would like to obey the orders of the station."

Ximen Chuuxue was silent, and after a long time, he finally nodded slowly.

He said slowly, "My sword can only be given to one person."

Wei Ziyun said, "Is that Lu Xiaofeng Lu Daxia?"

Ximen Chuixue said, "Yes."

Wei Ziyun said, "Where's City Lord Ye's sword?"

Ye Gucheng said, "One thing doesn't bother the two masters, Daxia Lu is also the person I firmly believe in."

When Ximen Chuuxue was talking to Ye Gucheng, Hua Nongying's eyes flashed strangely, as if she had finally confirmed something, she said via voice transmission, "Lu Xiaofeng, I want to go ahead, you stay here and guard."

Lu Xiaofeng was taken aback, "Hua Nongying, don't you stay to watch the decisive battle between Ximen Chuuxue and Ye Gucheng?" Could it be that Hua Nongying is so confident in Ximen Chuuxue that he will win?

"No need, this decisive battle...that's all, anyway, you will know later. I'll go first."

Hua Nongying's figure quietly swept down the roof and quietly blended into the darkness.

Her lightness kung fu was unparalleled in the world, and everyone was paying attention to Ximen Chuuxue and Ye Gucheng, so no one noticed her departure.

Lu Xiaofeng sighed, Hua Nongying, what on earth do you know, can't you just say it?What's the deal? He's very sad like this...

At this moment, Wei Ziyun came to ask Lu Xiaofeng to go up.

Lu Xiaofeng smiled, walked out with big strides, first went to Ximen Chuuxue, took his sword, turned around and left, then went to take Ye Gucheng's sword, put the two swords in his hands, and murmured, " They are indeed good swords."

Lu Xiaofeng clamped the scabbard under his side, turned his wrists, both swords were unsheathed, the sword energy soared to the sky, the brilliance was so dazzling that even the full moon in the sky seemed to have lost its color.

Lu Xiaofeng said again, "Sharp weapons and fetishes belong only to those who are virtuous, have you heard this saying?"

No one answered, no one knew what to do.

Lu Xiaofeng said, "I've heard this saying before, and I can see that there are no tricks on these two swords."

After saying this, the sword was sheathed, he suddenly raised his hand, threw a sword to Ximen Chuuxue, and threw a sword to Ye Gucheng, and walked back.

Everyone was stunned again.

Sikong Zhaixing couldn't help but said, "What are you doing?"

Lu Xiaofeng said lightly, "I just want to let them understand that next time something like this happens, don't ask me for it. I've caused enough troubles, and I don't want to bother with such silly things anymore."

Sikong Zhaixing said, "Is this something boring?"

Lu Xiaofeng said, "The two have no grievances or enmity, but they wish to pierce each other's throat with a sword. If this kind of thing is not boring, what else is boring?"

Sikong Zaixing already understood what Lu Xiaofeng meant, that he hoped that Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng would show some affection to each other and compete in martial arts, not necessarily killing people.

Of course, others already understood the meaning of this, Wei Ziyun snorted twice and said, "The child's time has passed, and there will be an early morning tomorrow, the two of you can only hope for half an hour for this battle, and if it is over, it will be considered a tie, masters In the contest of skills, the competition is between one move, half an hour must be enough."

The decisive battle is finally about to begin, and everyone holds their breath and waits and sees.

Ximen Chuuxue was holding the scabbard in his left hand, and his right hand was hanging down to his knees. What happened just now had no effect on him at all. His person still looked like a sword that had been drawn out of its sheath, cold, sharp, and sharp.

Ye Gucheng's expression was even uglier, he clamped the long sword behind his backhand, his movements seemed a little slow, and he kept coughing lightly.

Compared with Ximen Chuuxue, he really looked much older and weaker, and some people couldn't help but show sympathy in their eyes. The outcome of this battle is beyond doubt.

Ye Gucheng took a deep breath and said, "Please."

Ximen Chuuxue suddenly said, "Wait a minute."

Ye Gucheng said, "Wait a minute? How long will we have to wait?"

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

Ye Gucheng said, "Who is injured? Who is bleeding?"

Ximen Chuuxue said, "You!"

Ye Gucheng exhaled, lowered his head, looked at his chest, and suddenly his body seemed to be shaking.

Everyone followed him to look over, only to find that there was a bright red blood stain on his snow-white clothes.He was indeed injured, and the wound was bleeding profusely, but this proud man still gritted his teeth to deal with it, knowing that he was going to die, and refused to back down half a step.

Ximen Chuuxue sneered, "Although my sword is a murder weapon, it never kills those who want to die."

Ye Gucheng said sharply, "Am I here to ask for death?"

Ximen Chuixue said, "If you don't want to die, wait a month and come back, and I'll wait for you for a month too."

He turned around suddenly, swept across the air, and disappeared under the cornice.

Ye Gucheng wanted to chase after him, and shouted, "You..."

As soon as a word was uttered, a mouthful of blood spewed out of his mouth, and he couldn't hold it anymore.

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, and I am stunned again.

This battle was already full of ups and downs, changing at any time, but now it turned suddenly and suddenly, like a play that has been going on for a long time, and the civil and military scenes are all in place. If it ends in a hurry, even those who beat the gongs and drums will inevitably be disappointed.

At this moment, Lu Xiaofeng jumped up suddenly, and said sharply, "Stop!" However, he was a step too late.

Tang Tianzong had already rushed behind Ye Gucheng, his hands were flying up, sending out a cloud of poisonous sand.

Ye Gucheng, who couldn't even stand upright, was startled and flew up into the air, his movements were light and nimble, and he didn't look like he was seriously injured at all.

It's a pity that he was one step too late.

As soon as the disciples of the Tang Sect use their hidden poison weapon, very few people can dodge it. What's more, Tang Tianzong is already ready to attack, and the timing and location of his attack are hard to guard against.

Hearing a scream, Ye Gucheng suddenly fell down heavily, and there was another dark cloud on his snow-white clothes.

This is exactly the soul chasing sand used by the Tang family to seal their throats with blood. When the distance is relatively short, its power is far more terrifying than poisonous thorns.

Everyone in the world knows that if one grain of this arsenopyrite hits the face, half of the face must be cut off, and if one grain hits the hand, one hand must be cut off.

The arsenic sand in Ye Gucheng's body was beyond count, and suddenly rolled to Tang Tianzong's feet, hissing, "The antidote, quickly bring the antidote!"

Tang Tianzong gritted his teeth, and said coldly, "My elder brother and second elder brother were injured by your sword, and they will be disabled if they don't die. You have a deep hatred with our Tang family, and you still want my antidote?"

Ye Gucheng said, "Then...that's Ye Gucheng's business, it has nothing to do with me."

Tang Tianzong sneered, "Aren't you Ye Gucheng?"

Ye Gucheng struggled and shook his head, then suddenly stretched out his hand, and wiped his face vigorously, a layer of skin was torn off by him, but it was an extremely exquisitely made human skin mask.

His own face was thin and ugly, and his eyes were deeply sunken. He was the mysterious man in black who had been Du Tongxuan's bodyguard.

Lu Xiaofeng was taken aback, but felt suddenly enlightened.This person's disguise is indeed very subtle, but Hua Nongying has not only seen Ye Gucheng before, but is also a good disguiser, she probably knew that this person is not Ye Gucheng, so she left before.However, if Ye Gucheng was not here, where would he be?

Tang Tianzong's eyes were already red, he looked at him in surprise, and said sharply, "Who are you? Where is Ye Gucheng?"

The man opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but his tongue convulsed and contracted, and he couldn't even utter a single word.

Tang Sect's soul-chasing poisonous sand can indeed chase souls and kill lives in an instant!

Tang Tianzong suddenly took out a wooden bottle from his body, bent down, and poured a bottle of antidote into the man's mouth. In order to find out the whereabouts of Ye Gucheng, he must save this man's life.

Except for him, no one knew where the people of Ye Gucheng were, and no one could have imagined that the Lord of Baiyun, who was famous in the world and unparalleled in swordsmanship, actually used a stand-in to fight.

The light in Lu Xiaofeng's eyes flickered, and he suddenly said to Wei Ziyun, "Do you know that there is an old eunuch surnamed Wang in the palace?"

Wei Ziyun said, "Director Wang?"

Lu Xiaofeng said, "That's him, can he steal the ribbon?"

Wei Ziyun said, "Yes!"

Lu Xiaofeng asked again, "Where is the emperor now?"

Wei Ziyun said, "It should be in the South Study."

Lu Xiaofeng said, "Where is the South Study Room? Quickly take me there!"

Yin Xian cried out, rushing to say, "You want us to take you to see the emperor? Are you crazy?"

Lu Xiaofeng said, "I'm not crazy, but if you don't take me there, you're going crazy."

With deep thought in his eyes, Wei Ziyun suddenly said, "Let me just trust you this time."

Yin Xian lost his voice, "Are you really going to take him there?"

Wei Ziyun nodded and said, "You all follow me too."

Suddenly, there was a "click", and a bloody human head rolled down from the ridge of the hall.

Then, a headless body also rolled down, wearing the clothes of Ouchi guards.

Wei Ziyun turned his head in shock, the six guards had been held hostage by twelve night walkers wearing ribbons, and a man in purple was holding a sharp machete in his hand, the tip of which was still dripping with blood.

These thirteen people seemed to be strangers to each other just now, but they were on the same road unexpectedly.

Yin Xian said angrily, "How dare you kill people here? Don't you know that this is a crime of beheading?"

The man in purple said coldly, "It's not mine anyway, so it doesn't matter if I cut off a few more."

Yin Xian jumped up and drew his sword as if.

Ziyi said humanely, "If you dare to move, there will be one less head here."

Sure enough, Yin Xian didn't dare to move, but suddenly yelled, swearing all kinds of ugly words, no one would have imagined that a person of his status could swear such words.

The more he cursed, the more vigorously he cursed, the more ugly the curse became, Ziyi was so angry that his eyes were red, and the scimitar was raised again. Suddenly, with a sound of "嗤", half of the sword's edge came out from his chest, like a bloody arrow. shoot out.

Only a person behind him said coldly, "He's in charge of cursing, I'm in charge of killing people..."

The man in purple couldn't hear the following words clearly. At this moment, Ding Ao behind him pulled out his sword, and Yin Xian, Wei Ziyun, and Lu Xiaofeng in front of him flew up.

The last thing he heard was the sound of bones breaking.

The moonlight on Tianjie is as cool as water, and the moonlight on the Hall of Supreme Harmony is even colder.

Blood flowed down the glazed tiles, which were as bright as gold, in large quantities and quickly.

The thirteen black-clothed men who never showed their true colors have all fallen down now, and no one cares about their origins and identities anymore.

A group of people has hurried to the South Study Room.

The author has something to say: The decisive battle is really difficult to write...