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Chapter 85 A Sword Comes to the West

The full moon has already slanted westward, and the lights in the distance have also dimmed.

Lu Xiaofeng had already arrived at the eaves of the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

Even Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng stood at both ends of the roof of the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

Both of them were dressed in white, spotless.

The two of them are also like their sabers, cold and sharp. They have not yet drawn their sheaths, but their swords are already overwhelming.

However, Ye Gucheng's condition doesn't seem to be very good, his face looks extremely pale, and he even coughs from time to time.

Ximen Chuuxue still remained expressionless, as if turning a blind eye to this.

The two stared at each other for a long time.

Ye Gucheng 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: "It is indeed a good sword."

Ximen Chuuxue also raised the sword in his hand, and said coldly: "This sword is the sharpest 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 a good sword."

Although the swords of the two have been raised, they are in the most comfortable and most suitable position for drawing swords, but they have not been unsheathed yet.

This is because drawing a sword is the most basic but also the most important method in swordsmanship. Obviously, the two of them will compete once, and from here on, they will compete.

Seeing that the situation is on the verge of breaking out, the competition is about to begin.

But Wei Ziyun suddenly said: "Both of you are masters of swordsmanship in the world, and they are deeply respected by the world. Of course not, and there is no need to quench the poison on the sword, or hide the news of the agency.

It's just that this battle is bound to shine through the past and the present, and will be passed down to future generations.I don't know if the two can exchange their sabers to show their fairness and faith. "

However, Zhao Mingyuan felt that he was just joking around, and wanted to be a notary for the two swordsmen.

In the future, as long as someone mentions this once-in-a-century competition, they will inevitably mention him a few words.

Then he, Wei Ziyun, has left his name in a disguised form for future generations.

Who in the Jianghu would not give him some face if he mentioned this matter?
Ye Gucheng immediately replied: "I would like to obey Taiwan's orders."

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

In fact, if it was a month ago, he would never have agreed.

How can a swordsman's sword leave his hand?

One's own sword, only death can separate it from oneself.

Besides, it was before the decisive battle of life and death.

However, today's Ximen Chuuxue is no longer the Ximen Chuuxue of a month ago.

He has changed, no longer a cold and ruthless sword of killing, but with human warmth.

Ximen Chuuxue said slowly: "My sword can only be given to one person."

Everyone can guess this person.

Wei Ziyun asked, "Is that the hero Lu?"

Ximen Chuixue said, "It's him."

"Where's Ye Daxia's sword?" Wei Ziyun asked Ye Gucheng.

Ye Gucheng said: "If you don't bother the two masters with one thing, you will also bother Lu Daxia."

Even though Lu Xiaofeng had a lot of reluctance and reluctance in his heart, he had no choice but to step forward and take the swords of Ximen Chuuxue and Ye Gucheng one by one.

According to the rules, now Lu Xiaofeng should exchange their swords, hand Ximen Chuuxue's sword to Ye Gucheng for inspection, and Ye Gucheng's sword, let Ximen Chuuxue inspect it, that's only fair.

But Lu Xiaofeng put the two swords with their sheaths under his armpits, flipped his hands over and drew them out of their sheaths. Immediately, the sword energy shot up into the sky, shining in all directions, even the bright moon in the sky seemed to lose its color.

Lu Xiaofeng said lightly: "I think there is nothing wrong with these two swords."

As he spoke, he threw one sword to Ximen Chuuxue and the other to Ye Gucheng.

Then, he walked away directly, walked to the edge of the eaves, and made way for the competition in the middle.

Everyone was stunned.

Sikong Zhaixing couldn't help asking: "What do you mean?"

Lu Xiaofeng looked at him and said, "I'm just telling them, next time something like this happens, don't come to me. I've already troubled enough, I don't want to worry about such boring things anymore."

Sikong Zhaixing wondered: "Is this something boring?"

Lu Xiaofeng said: "These two people have no grievances, but they want to fight to the death for some inexplicable things. If such things are not boring, then what else is boring."

Everyone understood what he meant, to ask the two to be merciful, and it is best to end the competition.It's enough to decide the outcome, but it doesn't have to be a life-and-death decision.

Everyone can hear what he means, but they all understand that it is so easy to hold back in such a competition.

Unless the gap between the two is too large, one can easily defeat the other.

Otherwise, if he hesitates and distracts for a moment, the opponent will immediately catch the flaw, and the victory will be determined.

Therefore, what Lu Xiaofeng said was just his extravagant wish.

Everyone understands this.

Wei Ziyun snorted twice, and said: "Now the time has passed, tomorrow morning court will be held in the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

I hope that this battle between the two can be limited to half an hour, and after half an hour, it will be considered a draw and there will be no winner.

The competition between masters is about one and a half moves, and half an hour is more than enough. "

But he never mentioned the matter of changing swords.

This can be regarded as an answer to what Lu Xiaofeng said, if the battle really lasted for more than half an hour, it would be considered a draw, and neither of them would have to die.

However, everyone knows that this is impossible, and it is impossible for the competition between sword masters to last too long.Even if one move decides the winner, no one will be surprised.

At this point, the decisive battle has finally begun.Everyone has held their breath and waited and watched.

Ximen Chuuxue stood by his sword, as if what happened just now had no effect on him, and he was always ready to strike.

But Ye Gucheng's face was even more ugly, even his movements seemed a little slow, and he was still coughing non-stop.

Compared with Ximen Chuuxue, Ye Gucheng really looks much older and weaker.

In fact, Ye Gucheng is only in his thirties now, and he is in his prime.

Ximen Chuuxue is also in his twenties, there is not much difference between the two.

The eyes of many people have shown sympathy, this battle has not yet started, but the outcome is no longer known.

Ximen Chuuxue remained expressionless.

He was a ruthless man.

His sword is more ruthless!
Ye Gucheng panted for a while before finally recovering, and said to Ximen Chuuxue: "I have been learning swords since I was young, and it has been more than [-] years now. There are countless people fighting each other, and every battle is done well. Preparations by the sword."

Ximen Chuuxue listened quietly to what might be Ye Gucheng's last words.

Ye Gucheng took a breath and continued: "So in today's battle, you and I don't have to show mercy. If a sword learner can die under the sword of a master, wouldn't he die without regrets?"

Ximen Chuuxue replied, "Of course."

Many people watching the battle breathed a sigh of relief.

If they are really competing with the idea of ​​self-determination, regardless of life and death, and shrink back and forth between shots, then what is the point of this competition?
I saw Ye Gucheng took a deep breath, clenched the long sword in his right hand, and said: "Please!"

Then prepare to shoot.

Unexpectedly, Ximen Chuuxue suddenly said: "Wait a minute."

Ye Gucheng said: "Wait a minute? How long do you need to wait?"

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

Ye Gucheng asked, "Whose wound is bleeding."

Ximen Chuuxue replied, "Your."

Everyone saw that the wound on Ye Gucheng's chest was indeed oozing a little blood, which had already stained his white clothes red.

Ximen Chuuxue said: "You waited for me for a month, and I will wait for you for a month."

After speaking, he flew straight down to the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

(End of this chapter)