Every time I wake up, I take the blame for the villain [Comprehensive]

Ximen Chuuxue's body already had the color of red plums, but at this moment, the sword in his hand suddenly hit the ground with a loud clang, and he stood at the corner of the eaves, facing Ye Gucheng in his eyes, and said coldly, "Do you know what a real man is?" without a sword?"

He said, "There is no sword in your hand, but there are swords everywhere!"

Jiang Chen looked down at the cold iron sword in his hand, but he didn't feel the least bit fluctuated when he heard this, "People control the sword, so it can't betray."

Ximen Chuixue said coldly, "No matter what kind of sword, it will be the sword that defeats the enemy."

His gaze was as cold as a sword.

Indifference.

This is Ximen Chuuxue.

The sword is ruthless, and he is also ruthless!

The unity of man and sword is the true meaning of swordsmanship he has comprehended.

This is the highest state of the sword he recognized!

His eyes have already started to shine, even though he has been injured, he still can't stop his enthusiasm for kendo.

In contrast, Ye Gucheng's eyes were dark and gloomy, obviously he was not as enthusiastic about this battle as Ximen Chuuxue.

The wind is like a sharp blade, it has become Ximen Chuuxue's sword.

The falling green leaves have stopped, and the edge of the leaf is shining with a cold metal-like light in the moonlight.

This is also Ximen Chuuxue's sword.

Everything in the world has become a sword in his hand.

But Ye Gucheng just stood there.He didn't move, and didn't look like he wanted to.

The cold leaf hit his cheek with blood, but he still didn't move.

Sikong Zhaixing sat on a tree branch in the distance.Standing at his feet was a fat monk holding a steamed bun.

Seeing such a situation, the honest monk shivered, "Look... who can win?"

Sikong Zhaixing stared at the branch, and sighed slowly, "No matter who it is, what remains will shock this martial arts world, and what passes away will make this martial arts world regret."

After he finished speaking, the honest monk bit half of the steamed bun, and it fell to the ground, smashing up the dead leaves.

He opened his eyes, staring at the branch without blinking.

Sikong Zhaixing turned his head and stared.

All those who watched openly and secretly stared.

The moon is like a disc.

The white clothes in the disc fell from the cold moonlight to the branches, into the shadows, into the darkness.

who is it?Who loses and who wins?

They looked at the branches, and the moon and white clouds hung on the branches.

His white clothes were still spotless.

The tip of his sword dripped blood like a red plum.

……

There are times when red plums are in full bloom, and naturally there are also days when they wither.

When a person has glory, he must also have a time of loss.

Ximen Chuuxue, he has reached the glory without a sword, but he also ushered in the loss of death.

When a person dies, everything will be turned into dust and smoke.

Life does not bring it, death does not bring it.

No one does not admit that he is a top swordsman.

but……

No matter how good a sword is, it will never escape the day of breaking.

What's the matter?

Fifteen full moons.

He has been buried on the land with plum blossoms.

The plum blossom has fallen, the long sword has been broken, and the person has passed away.

Is Ye Gucheng his opponent?

No, I'm afraid there is no rival for him in this world.

Not only because of his wind-like sword intent, but because all moves are no longer effective against him.His eyes are the best eyes that martial arts practitioners want.Because no matter what, the flaws in his eyes have been fully revealed.

What kind of person is this?

Is there really nothing that can beat him?

Could he be an unattainable and flawless white cloud forever?

Forced to helpless people.

Maybe there is.

Maybe not.

But it is doomed that those present will never know the answers.

Everyone saw him jump off the branch and walk to Ximen Chuuxue, but he didn't do anything.

Everyone's eyes fell on the victor at the same time.

Hua Manlou sighed slightly, and turned out of the inn.He squatted down, folded a bunch of flowers and placed them on Ximen Chuuxue's body, his eyes fell on Ximen Chuuxue's face.

He couldn't see it, but he could imagine it.

Ximen Chuuxue, there will be no fear of death on his face.Only the passion for the sword.Looking forward to Ye Gucheng's last sword.

There might even be a faint smile on his face.

Is it because he finally saw the top swordsmanship?

Is it because he saw the truly unrestrained Heavenly Flying Immortal Sword?

Is it because he finally pursued the supreme sword intent in his heart?

Because of what?

After all, no one can answer it.

After all, Ximen Chuuxue had gone away with Mei Xiang.

Hua Manlou looked a little sad, seeing life dying in front of his eyes, it was hard for Hua Manlou not to be sad, "There will always be someone who is going to die."

"After all... this is unavoidable after all."

"But I don't understand him."

"Life is so beautiful, but he chose such a cold end."

Jiang Chen lowered his eyes and didn't respond.

There was silence all around.

Perhaps many people, like Ximen Chuuxue, have already been defeated by that innocent sword intent.

His sword is so ethereal, the clouds are light and the wind is light.

It's just that Ximen Chuixue's death was a human being, and they gave up their hearts.

The heart to attack Ye Gucheng.

Jiang Chen stood with his sword behind his back, "Where's Lu Xiaofeng?"

Hua Manlou was slightly taken aback, and slowly shook his head, "There is no news yet."

He didn't know why Ye Gucheng mentioned Lu Xiaofeng at this time.Because when Ximen Chuuxue came, all of them obviously had no news of Lu Xiaofeng.Ye Gucheng knew about it.

But this sentence was not addressed to Hua Manlou.

Ye Gucheng's sword is making people feel timid.

But at this moment he asked about Lu Xiaofeng.

Sure enough, it was aimed at Lu Xiaofeng.

Everyone thinks so.

And among the people present, one of them was planning to plot against Lu Xiaofeng.

So, when this kind of Ye Gucheng suddenly mentioned Lu Xiaofeng, when he mentioned that he wanted to find Lu Xiaofeng, there was already a lake of hearts that could not be calm.

Because of Lu Xiaofeng's whereabouts, this person knew about it.

He has a ghost in his heart.

People with ghosts will always be afraid when they hear some troubles.

His breathing was unstable for a moment.

Ye Gucheng's figure had disappeared beside Hua Manlou.

Mu Taoist's heart sank.He turned his head.

Behind him is Ye Gucheng's spotless white clothes.

Under the moonlight, his eyes couldn't shine any light, and he could still vaguely see some indistinct gloomy colors.

Jiang Chen said slowly, "Where is Lu Xiaofeng now?"

He was quite sure.

Those indifferent eyes seemed to have seen all the secrets.

Cold sweat has flowed down.The night wind blew past, creating a chilly coolness.

Mu Taoist saw his bloody sword.

He turned his head again, looked at the honest monk beside him, at the Xiaoxiang swordsman, and at the few people standing with him.

Ye Gucheng, are you asking him?

Ye Gucheng, he was indeed asking him.

"How do I know this?" Taoist Mu collected himself and quickly calmed down.

"Where's Lu Xiaofeng?" Jiang Chen's eyes were slightly cold.

"...I don't know."

Don't change your mind.

Hua Manlou raised his eyebrows, turned his face to look at Taoist Mu, and said with a smile, "Daoist, did you find Xiaofeng?" He also had some doubts in his heart.Because Ye Gucheng would not point out Taoist Mu without reason at this time.

After all, Taoist Mu is not a person without a city.

At this time, he seemed a little embarrassed, a little embarrassed that he didn't get the result, and a little embarrassed that he was accused, "Young man is joking. If the poor have news about Lu Xiaofeng, why would they hide it from everyone?"

Hua Manlou frowned slightly, seeing that Ye Gucheng's sword had landed on his neck, "City lord, Taoist priest is also Lu Xiaofeng's friend after all."

Jiang Chen didn't answer, but just turned to Taoist Mu, "I ask, where is Lu Xiaofeng?"

There was no expression on his face.

There was still bright red blood on his sword.

But his posture is so elegant and calm, and he thinks he doesn't hold the murderous sword in his hand.

But only the Taoist who is facing him and closest to him can see the gloomy look in his eyes clearly.

With that bright sword light, Taoist Mu knew something was wrong.

He wanted to hide, but he didn't escape after all.

His heart was suddenly filled with fear.

What kind of sword technique is this?

Flawless.

Immortals flying out of the sky.

Mu Taoist has always said that he is the first in chess, the second in drinking, and the third in sword making.

But this is self-effacement after all.

In terms of overall martial arts, he didn't think he was much worse than Ximen Chuuxue or Ye Gucheng.

They were originally people of the same name.

But at this time, he could no longer dodge Ye Gucheng's sword.

There is no way to escape.

But he must not expose the matter of Lu Xiaofeng and Ghost Villa at this time, and what he has done must not be exposed.

For his great ambitions!

He said, "Pindao did not find Lu Xiaofeng."

"Really?" His sword was very fast, and when the flesh fell to the ground, Mu Taoist felt the pain.

This is simply insulting to people.

He obviously has the ability to kill, but he is only threatening.

But when Taoist Mu saw his eyes, he suddenly didn't dare to say more.Those are eyes from hell.Not half popular at all.

Taoist Mu frowned, but he was a bit stern, "What are you going to do?"

"Lu Xiaofeng is more important than Wudang."

Hua Manlou knelt aside, listening to what the two of them said, she suddenly didn't want to stop it.He already felt that Taoist Mu had something to hide from them, and he was guilty.

But Hua Manlou still said, "The city lord..."

His current state is really chilling.

Huamanlou could feel the silence and pain of dying.

Jiang Chen turned his face away, his expression was quite calm, "What's the matter?"

Hua Manlou frowned, and suddenly said, "You should clean your sword."

Jiang Chen hesitated.

He looked at the sword and saw the stagnant blood on the sword.

He took out a white silk from his pocket and wiped off the blood on it.

He wiped his sword, blood rushing towards his face, completely ignoring Mu Taoist's intentions, everyone only saw that Ye Gucheng's face had changed from ugly to very ugly.

This time, he didn't ask Lu Xiaofeng invariably. Originally, this should have made Taoist Mu breathe a sigh of relief, but when he said the next sentence, Taoist Mu's heart was in his throat, because he asked, "Where is the Ghost Villa?" Which direction?"