[Lu Xiaofeng and colleagues] Flowers are full of fragrance

Seeing the figure of Ximen Chuixue practicing sword, Han Ning'er suddenly thought of what Hua Manlou once said to herself, "He really regards killing people as a sacred and beautiful thing, and he has dedicated his life to this The only thing is that he is really alive only when killing people, and at other times, he is just waiting. 'It seems that what Qitong said is really good. Even though there is no opponent like this, you can still feel the fierceness of Ximen Chuuxue's sword swing.

When Ximen Chuuxue finally stopped, Ning Zi happily yelled at him: "Big Ice Cube, look at the extra gift I got from this trip."

'Big Ice Cube' is such a familiar name, but also so kind. This is the first time she has called herself that in the half a year since she got along with him.A trace of helplessness flashed in Ximen Chuuxue's eyes, but that helplessness contained something else.

Han Ning'er silently watched everything, but remained calm.

"I said Ximen Chuuxue, there is a lot of noise outside, and you still have the mind to practice swords here?" At this moment, Ximen Chuuxue's leisurely appearance made Lu Xiaofeng a little crazy. You must know that both of them are his friends, and whoever gets hurt is his fault. Not happy to see it.

"Supporter Ximen must have already made up his mind." Hua Manlou reconciled the atmosphere.

"No, it's just that I am ready to die for the sword at any time." A short sentence expresses Ximen Chuuxue's direction for his own life.

"Then why the delay?" Han Ning'er immediately asked: "Afraid of death? No, Master Ximen is definitely not a person who covets life and fears death. This kind of thing will never happen to you. To be precise, It shouldn't be that I'm afraid of death, but that I have concerns, so I want a little more time."

Han Ning'er's words made Hua Manlou and Lu Xiaofeng quiet down, and they understood what she meant by concern.Xue Bing looked at Ximen Chuuxue and Ning Zi from the side.Ning Zi couldn't understand the charades of the few people, so she decided to ask Han Ning'er afterwards.

Ximen Chuuxue put her eyes on Han Ning'er, and smiled: "Miss Han is really observant."

"Why didn't you tell her?" Since you like it, you have to say it bravely. Do you want to wait until you lose it before regretting it?Han Ning'er disagreed with Ximen Chuuxue's concealment.

Ximen Chuuxue didn't answer, turned and left, why didn't he want to talk, just?????

Seeing the back of Ximen Chuuxue's sudden departure, Ning Zi felt very sorry, and after making peace with Han Ning'er for a while, she hurriedly chased after Ximen Chuuxue left.During these days, Ximen Chuuxue was taking care of him, no matter what, he couldn't turn a blind eye to his behavior just now.

"It seems that the running water is not heartless, and the falling flowers are not unintentional." Hua Manlou said flatly.

Han Ning'er gave an 'hmm', agreeing: "It's just that this girl hasn't enlightened yet, and Ximen Chuuxue is holding back, I don't know when she will be able to pierce that layer of window paper."

Hua Manlou took the initiative to hold Han Ning'er's hand: "It's not far away, maybe after the decisive battle."

"Why?" Xue Bing asked.

"Because after the decisive battle, Ximen Chuuxue didn't know whether he could survive. Only then did he know whether he could bring her happiness. All of this has to be answered after the decisive battle." A person who loves life like Hua Manlou is He didn't like Ximen Chuuxue's killing too much, but at this time he had to admire Ximen Chuuxue's responsibility, he was a real man.

Ning Zi, who was exhausted and out of breath, finally caught up to him under Ximen Chuuxue's deliberate watering.Grabbing Ximen Chuuxue's clothes, Ning Zi sat on the ground tired: "I said??? You??? Why are you running so fast? Ning'er and the others didn't intend to expose your scars just now. If you really like it so much, then I'm a girl, I'll go find her after September [-]th."

Ning Zi didn't know why she felt so uncomfortable when Han Ning'er said that Ximen Chuuxue had a sweetheart.

Listening to the person who was obviously sour but didn't know it, Ximen Chuuxue smiled.It's just that Ning Zi, who was sitting on the ground, never saw this scene in his eyes.

"I'm afraid she won't accept it." Ximen Chuuxue wanted to tease Han Ning'er.

"No, I'll help you. You'll be successful when the time comes." Although she was upset, Ning Zi still made a promise. After all, Ximen Chuuxue is now her friend.

"You will really help me."

Huai Yi in Ximen Chuuxue's tone made Ning Zi dissatisfied. She stood up and said harshly: "Of course, if I don't mean what I say, I will believe you."

After the words fell, Ximen Chuuxue immediately replied: "Okay. A gentleman."

"Quick horse whip."

The crisp applause indicated the fulfillment of the promise.

On the night of September [-]th, the moon is already in the sky.

The front and rear of the roof were almost full of people. Apart from the thirteen mysterious figures who did not want to show their true colors, there were seven or eight people dressed in the costumes of imperial guards with swords. The demeanor of the two great swordsmen.

From the top of the roof, you can see it more clearly.

Seen under the moonlight, Ye Gucheng's face was completely bloodless, and although Ximen Chuuxue's face was also pale, he was 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.

The two stared at each other, their eyes glowing.

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

This fierce sword energy was originally emitted by themselves.What's scary is their own person, not the sword in their hands.

When the bright moon was setting in the west, there was a dragon chant, and the sword energy soared into the sky.

Ye Gucheng's sword was out of its sheath.The sword also seemed pale in the moonlight.Pale moon, pale sword, pale face.

Ye Gucheng said to Ximen Chuuxue: "Please."

At this time, the light of the stars and the moon became fainter, and all the brilliance of the heaven and the earth had concentrated on the two swords.Two immortal swords.The sword has been pierced!The sword thrust out was not fast, and the distance between Ximen Chuuxue and Ye Gucheng was still far away.

Their blades have not even touched, but they have already started to change continuously. People move very slowly, but their blades change very quickly, because they have changed as they wish before they even use their moves.

People who don't understand swords will think that this battle is neither fierce nor exciting.Those who understand swords can't help sighing.This kind of change in swordsmanship has reached the state of doing whatever one wants, which is the supreme state in martial arts.

If Ye Gucheng's opponent was not Ximen Chuuxue, every change of the sword in his hand would be a sword that would kill and win.Their swords are one with people, this is the heart sword.

In the blink of an eye, the distance between the two of them was already close at hand.Both swords have thrust out with all their strength.This is already the last sword, the sword that decides the outcome.

Until now, Ximen Chuuxue realized that his sword was one step slower, his sword pierced Ye Gucheng's chest, and Ye Gucheng's sword was bound to pierce his throat.He had no choice but to accept this fate.At the same time, he was also thankful for his sanity before the decisive battle.

But at this moment, he suddenly found that Ye Gucheng's sword posture had deviated, maybe it was only an inch or two, but it was already the distance between life and death.

How did this error happen?

Is it because Ye Gucheng knows that there is no distance between his life and death?

The blade is cold.The cold edge of the sword had pierced Ye Gucheng's chest, and he could even feel that the tip of the sword touched his heart.Now his life is also coming to an end, under Ximen Chuuxue sword.

Before dying, Ye Gucheng silently said thank you to Ximen Chuuxue, and then closed his eyes forever.

The bright moon has disappeared, and the starlight has also disappeared, disappearing in the first dawn in the east.This peerless swordsman has finally fallen down.Will his reputation disappear from now on?

A white cloud flew over from the sky, maybe it wanted to bring his sad news back to the sky?Or did he come here specially to pay his last respects to this peerless swordsman?

Although the dawn has come, the world seems to be colder and darker.

Ye Gucheng's complexion looked as cold, hazy, and mysterious as the dawn that had just emerged.

There is still the last drop of blood on the sword.

Ximen Chuuxue fell gently, looked up and looked around, the sky and the earth were leisurely, he suddenly felt an indescribable loneliness.

Ximen Chuixue hid his sword and picked up Ye Gucheng's body. The sword was cold, and the bones were even colder.The coldest one was Ximen Chuuxue's heart.

The decisive battle that shocked the world is over, and the enemy who is more respectable than a friend has died by his sword.What else in this world could warm his heart again?Blood reheated?

Had he resolved to hide his sword forever?Like burying Ye Gucheng's body forever?

In any case, these two are absolutely not allowed to be violated by anyone.

After this battle, Ximen Chuuxue's swordsmanship has improved to a higher level, and his swordsmanship has reached the level of "no sword".

"His person has been integrated with the sword, his person is the sword, as long as his person is there, everything in the world is his sword."

This battle not only created his unworldly reputation, but also created his unworldly swordsmanship.More importantly, he has obtained the true meaning of kendo.

His sword has been where it pleases, it is everywhere and it is not; its sword is not for anyone or anything, or for anyone or anything; nothing.

This is the pinnacle of kendo.

Leaves fell one after another, and under the sharp sword aura, the flowers, plants and trees that were originally full of vitality lost their proper colors.Even the sun, the moon and the stars were shrouded in this deadly sword energy and dimmed.Ximen Chuuxue was silently thinking about this scene.

Since Ximen Fuxue decided to dedicate himself to kendo, the seeds of loneliness were buried deep in his heart.When he first entered the way of swordsmanship and had a little success, the shadow of loneliness became more intense.After all, he is still a person, a person with blood, tears and emotions.

No one can tolerate time standing still for a moment, a moment where you can’t get out of pain, desire, or unreasonable depression. When Ximen met his opponent, he showed fiery eyes. It was a strong feeling of pursuing the way of swordsmanship. .At this time, he only had his opponent in his eyes, and the sword in his heart.Loneliness was a distant thing that would not affect him in any way.

However, most of the time, he could only wait, waiting for that sacred moment to come.This only waiting became the source of his deep-rooted loneliness. He only had to wait, and there was nothing else in his life.



And when he finally found a suitable opponent, he had already left him.So he was with loneliness again, just??????

"Big ice cube, what are you thinking, come back to eat."

The shouts from a distance made Ximen Chuuxue's eyes shine, maybe he is about to get out of loneliness.