decisive battle

The antidote took effect very quickly, and after only a few breaths, Ye Gucheng found that his hands had become as steady as usual, and involuntarily held the sword in his hand tighter. When he looked up, he saw that he had already been killed by three Surrounded by thousands of imperial guards, the shadows of swords, lights and swords on all sides seemed to have formed a net, binding him firmly in the net.

The situation is imminent.

Ximen Chuuxue suddenly stretched out his hand.

Junqian understood, walked up to him, put his hand into his palm and held him firmly, and then heard Ximen Chuixue's cold voice speak lightly:

"Listen to me first."

The situation was already so tense, and the three thousand imperial guards were already ready, but no matter when Ximen Chuuxue wanted to speak, no one would dare not listen.

Jun Qian didn't know why, but in this situation, he found it a little funny, and couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth slightly.

"If I join forces with Ye Gucheng's two swords, who in the world can stop it? I just want to fight Ye Gucheng."

The complexion of Wei Ziyun, a master in the inner circle and known as Xiaoxiang swordsman, changed in an instant: "Don't you even care about the king's law? Even if you don't care about the king's law, don't you even care about your wife?"

The implication was to use Jun Qian as a threat—Jun Qian was the only woman present, and naturally her martial arts were the worst.Wei Ziyun's words are undoubtedly implying that if he fights Ye Gucheng decisively, there will be no one to protect his delicate wife.but……

Ximen Chuuxue didn't speak, but the breath around his body became icy in an instant, and a gust of sword energy went straight towards Wei Ziyun.The Xiaoxiang Swordsman, who was a master in the martial arts and had long been famous in Jianghu, turned pale. He took several steps back to stabilize his figure, and his expression became extremely ugly in an instant.

Junqian squeezed Ximen Chuuxue's hand reassuringly, turned to look at Wei Ziyun, and raised his eyebrows indifferently: "My martial arts are not good, but... I don't know how Xiaoxiang swordsmen are compared to Lord Ye? Stay in the palace What about the three thousand guards outside?"

——Ye Gucheng is naturally not comparable to Wei Ziyun, but just now, even Ye Gucheng has no resistance to Junqian's medicine.Wei Ziyun's nose was already dripping with sweat, he stared straight at the beautiful woman in the black robe, and said in a rough voice:

"Are you willing to let your husband risk his life?"

"Of course I don't want him to take risks," Jun Qian blinked, looked up at Ximen Chuuxue, his smile was unexpectedly calm and calm, "but I will never stop his pursuit of the way of swordsmanship The Ximen Fuxue who is devoted to pursuing the way of the sword is Ximen Fuuxue.”

——This is not an adventure, nor even life and death, but the pursuit of two peerless swordsmen for their respective "Tao".

"This battle is imperative," Ximen Chuuxue took up his wife's words, and said coldly, "You'd better make a decision early, don't force us to go out together and fight in another place."

Wei Ziyun's face was too pale, not only the tip of his nose, but also his head was covered with sweat, but he still couldn't make a decision - not because he didn't want to, but because he really didn't have the right to allow this... After all, it is the palace.

Fortunately, this stalemate did not last long, because a young and clear voice suddenly sounded:

"With a sword coming to the west, immortals fly from the sky. I really want to see it with my own eyes."

……

All the people had already returned to the outside of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, Ximen Chuuxue and Ye Gucheng stood on the roof of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, relatively silent.

Jun Qian was standing beside Hua Man Lou, and on the other side was Lu Xiao Feng - his face was full of worry.

Ximen Chuuxue's sword was originally the closest to a god, but he is no longer a god, he has human feelings, can this kind of swordsmanship really be able to compete with Ye Gucheng?

Jun Qian seemed to have seen what he was thinking, stretched out his hand to tug on his sleeve, and shook his head.

"Aren't you worried about Ximen Chuuxue?" Lu Xiaofeng lowered his voice, but couldn't hide the surprise on his face, "His sword..."

Jun Qian lowered his head slightly, looking at the jade flute in his hand, his expression was a little dark and unclear, but after a while, he just shook his head lightly - if he was really not worried at all, it was absolutely impossible, but about Lu Xiaofeng's worry...

"Ximen Chuuxue's swordsmanship has never been ruthless, it's just a word of 'sincerity'. He has feelings for me, so he stays with me, it's as simple as that, and his sword will not become slow because of it."

When Jun Qian said this, he suddenly paused, touched his chin and looked up at the two men who were silently facing each other on the roof, and couldn't help but narrowed his eyes slightly: "Actually...sometimes I'm really jealous of Ye Gucheng .”

Lu Xiaofeng seemed to have never expected that she would say such a thing, so he froze for a moment:

"why?"

"Didn't you notice? As long as Ye Gucheng is mentioned, all of Ashe's thoughts will be occupied by him..." Jun Qian seemed to sigh helplessly, puffing up his cheeks slightly, "Look, now he His eyes are so focused that only Ye Gucheng is alone, and he can't even see me as a wife, how can you not be jealous?"

"Xiaoqian..." On such a solemn occasion where life and death were at stake, she would say such words, Lu Xiaofeng stroked his beard in amazement.

Hua Manlou couldn't help laughing, and reached out to touch the top of Jun Qian's head. Jun Qian grabbed his sleeve, blinked playfully, and said with a smile, "He said he wanted me to wait for him to come back. Then I'll wait for him, as long as I want."

The newly married girl smiled gently and calmly, but her tone was undeniably firm.Lu Xiaofeng suppressed his smile, and nodded slowly to her.

Almost at the same instant, the two people on the roof drew their swords out of their sheaths at the same time.

Jun Qian's hand holding Huamanlou's sleeve unconsciously increased his strength. Huamanlou held her hand comfortingly, but felt that the touch was cold.

Sharp sword lights criss-crossed on this full moon night.

The swords of those two people are so similar, yet so different.

Jun Qian didn't understand swords, but he couldn't help but focus all his attention on the two of them at the same time when they drew their swords, and watched their sword moves steadfastly - this is a very strange It was obvious that she didn't understand sword moves at all and couldn't see the mystery, but she could clearly feel something between the moves of the two of them.

This is no longer swordsmanship, nor sword moves, but a confrontation between swordsmen and warriors in the world. Swordsmen and warriors in the world are still in the pursuit of "skills", but Ximen Chuuxue and Ye Gucheng have already begun to discuss "Tao"...

Jun Qian felt as if he understood something in an instant, a certain corner of his mind gradually became clear from hazy, and the last paragraph of the medical scriptures, which was mysterious and mysterious, which she could not understand at all, finally quietly became clear in his mind Get up—that is no longer medical skills, but medical principles.

A doctor walks between the patient's life and death, so isn't a swordsman wandering between his own life and death in a duel?

There are three thousand roads, but in the end, different routes lead to the same goal. Jun Qian finally had a new understanding of this sentence once again.

It turned out that the meaning of that passage was like this, and the mystery of sharp needles was so... The expression on Jun Qian's face seemed to be pleasantly surprised, but also disappointed. After a long while, he finally let out a long sigh of relief—— No one noticed her abnormality, because the decisive battle between the two on the roof had reached the final moment, and everyone was staring at the two white figures intently.

The outcome was finally announced at this moment——Ximen Chuuxue and Ye Gucheng stabbed out with their swords at the same time, and in the blink of an eye, their movements stopped at the same time——Ximen Chuuxue's sword was piercing Ye Gucheng's chest.

The picture seemed to freeze at this moment, everyone held their breath, and then clearly watched Ye Gucheng's body slowly fall down.

Ximen Chuuxue gently blew the blood off the tip of the sword, sheathed the sword, then picked up Ye Gucheng's sword, hugged his lifeless body, and jumped down.

Three thousand imperial guards surrounded him in an instant: "He is a criminal of the imperial court, even if he dies, you can't take him away!"

Ximen Chuuxue didn't even look at them, she turned her head to look at Jun Qian, and said calmly, "Jun Qian, let's go home."

Jun Qian smiled, walked to his side, looked up at him, and nodded seriously: "Okay."

The siege of the Imperial Guard shrank in an instant.

Jun Qian unhurriedly took out a bottle from his sleeve, looked at Wei Ziyun who was standing in front of the imperial guards, and said in a rare and cold tone:

"Although Ye Gucheng is dead, I am still by my husband's side."

Lu Xiaofeng, Hua Manlou, and all the Jiang Hu people who came to watch the battle had stood beside them at some point, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Wei Ziyun's face, which had just recovered a bit, suddenly turned completely pale—the atmosphere after Ye Gucheng's death was actually more tense and dignified than when he was still alive.

The two sides were still in a stalemate, Ximen Chuuxue's face showed a bit of impatience for the first time, and he was about to walk out of the palace - Ximen Chuuxue's move suddenly affected everyone's situation, Wei Ziyun only felt scalp There was a burst of numbness, and large beads of sweat dripped from his forehead, but he was already on the verge of death and had no choice but to send it out.He had already raised his hand high, and was about to give an order when he suddenly heard a shrill voice:

"The decree arrives—"

——Lu Xiaofeng stayed behind, and the rest of the various people left the palace immediately.

This of course includes the dead.

The carriage of Wanmei Villa had already been waiting outside the palace. Junqian, Ximen Chuuxue and Hua Manlou got into the carriage and sat down. Ximen Chuuxue put down Ye Gucheng's body and immediately looked at Junqian:

"Junqian, look at him."

Jun Qian couldn't help sighing—she had already understood the sharp needle, it was really unimaginable, it could almost bring people back to life, but... it was only almost.After all, medical skills are not immortal skills. No matter how serious the injury is, as long as there is still a breath, even if you have just stopped breathing, sharp needles can be cured, but... a real dead person is absolutely impossible to resurrect—— —Jun Qian didn’t realize until tonight that in the game of Jiansan, there were no deaths, but only serious injuries.

Jun Qian only felt that his heart was full of sighs and regrets, but he still followed Ye Gucheng's instructions to check on Ye Gucheng's situation. After a while, he suddenly opened his eyes wide in shock.

The author has something to say: Sister Junjun, you really are still jealous =口=

☆, after the war

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