As a daughter, I travel in the world of Gulong

Chapter 182 Chapter 181: Traces

The grass and trees have sprouted spring buds. It is a good time for early spring in February. Everything is revived, and the wind still carries the lingering chill of early spring.

Can Jian Xie Gong Jiu's sword be caught by Ling Xi with one finger?
When he was on Wuming Island, Lu Xiaofeng had no confidence. When he was chased like a dog and ran for his life, he didn't have the courage to give it a try, because the consequences of failure were not borne by him, nor by Shaman.

Once defeated, Sharman would die with him, so he was timid and took Sharman's hand and ran away.

Now he had the confidence to give it a try, but Gong Jiu didn't give him a chance.

This question will never have an answer. Gong Jiu lost to Lu Xiaofeng regarding Shaman, but won in this matter.

Gong Jiu died.

Gong Jiu had died under Ximen Chuixue's sword. He attacked Ye Gucheng because he saw that Ye Gucheng was injured.

An extremely fast sword.

If Ximen Chuixue doesn't take action, Ye Gucheng will die.

The dragon-like Ninth Young Master finally died at the hands of the top swordsman of the contemporary era.

Surrounded by three people, it was impossible for a road idiot to escape.

"It seems that your swordsmanship has improved again."

"I couldn't defeat him three years ago." Ximen Chuixue said.

This is the truth.

Lu Xiaofeng looked at him, and he looked at Lu Xiaofeng. Gradually, a smile appeared in Lu Xiaofeng's eyes.

"You're not dead."

"I'm not dead."

"I thought you were dead."

"We did almost die."

Three figures slowly left from the road, and the spring breeze blew by, giving them a rather desolate and desolate feeling.

The three people who were originally the most famous people in the world are now injured, old and old. Lu Xiaofeng is being chased like a dog. When he mustered up the courage to face each other, the other party died at the hands of Ximen Chuixue.

Before entering the city, Ye Gucheng left, and only Lu Xiaofeng and Ximen Chuixue entered the city.

A glass of good wine and a glass of water. The wine belongs to Lu Xiaofeng and the water belongs to Ximen Chuixue.

Mentioning Ye Gucheng, Ximen Chuixue's eyes flashed with loneliness, "His hand can no longer use the sword."

Lu Xiaofeng was a little surprised.

"He went ahead of me that night. When I arrived, the explosion had already occurred. Ye Gucheng was seriously injured and was being besieged." Ximen Chuixue said calmly.

That night, Ye Gucheng had already walked up the mountain road, was seriously injured by the explosion, and was besieged. He should have died.

"Fortunately..." Lu Xiaofeng let out a long breath, "If you guys had arrived so early, you might not even be able to leave the body behind!"

"If the enemy hadn't been found, he might have preferred to die in that explosion."

"But some people survived." Lu Xiaofeng said.

Ximen Chuixue's eyes suddenly lighted up. He stared at Lu Xiaofeng and said slowly: "What are the identities of those two people?"

Lu Xiaofeng said: "You should have heard the news in the world."

Ximen Chuixue still stared at him with that look, because Ximen Chuixue knew that Lu Xiaofeng had been tracing the identities of those two people for a long time.

Lu Xiaofeng was silent for a while and whispered: "The flying immortals from outside the sky, they are the real flying immortals."

How can a human defeat an immortal?
But Ximen Chuixue must fight this battle.

A strange light flashed in Ximen Chuixue's eyes, "The battle on September [-]th was interrupted."

Recalling three years ago, two losers, two swordsmen who went to the palace for a decisive battle, but both became losers.

A trace of pain suddenly appeared in Ximen Chuixue's calm eyes, as if someone stabbed him in the heart with a sword.

A sword held in the hands of Feixian.

Lu Xiaofeng didn't speak, just drank.

Ximen Chuixue drank a glass of water, sat for a while and left, her gray hair blown up by the wind.

"Ye Gucheng's sword is also here."

He said this while stroking his sword before leaving.Lu Xiaofeng just drank wine and looked in the direction of the unknown island in the South China Sea.

Swing your sword to the immortal with your life.

How could Ximen Chuixue be timid?

Even if he died under the swords of those two men, he would not escape. This was the fate of a swordsman.

The battle three years ago must have an ending.

Lu Xiaofeng drank one glass after another, suddenly feeling that they were all losers.

As time goes by, the news in the world becomes more and more intense. The arrival of the immortal is enough to make most people fall into daydreams.Ximen Chuixue was preparing for a battle that was interrupted, while Lu Xiaofeng hid in the capital and lived with Shaman.

Immortal posture?

Shaman would always think of the scene where Gu Changsheng buried his head in Jiang Yuyan's hair and sniffed it, but she didn't tell anyone.

August has arrived in the blink of an eye, and there are still no unexpected waves. Lu Xiaofeng is a little puzzled. Gu Changsheng clearly told him that if Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng are not dead, they will fight again next year. Now it is almost September [-]th, and the new location has not even been decided. .

In the middle, Ximen Chuixue came to see Lu Xiaofeng once. Lu Xiaofeng shook her head and expressed ignorance.

So Ximen Chuixue returned to Wanmei Villa and continued to wait.

Suddenly a year has passed.

The plum blossoms in Wanmei Villa bloomed and withered.

People were looking for traces of the two people everywhere in the world, but just like when they suddenly appeared, the two people disappeared from the world like bubbles, and no one could find any clues.

Sikong Zhaixingchang asked Lu Xiaofeng as if nothing had happened, if the Qinggong of those two people were also like those of flying immortals, leaving no traces in the sky and the earth.

"You also want to compete with them to see how successful you are in Qinggong?" Lu Xiaofeng was puzzled.

"How dare, how dare."

Sikong Zhaixing sighed with a grimace, Immortal... a living Immortal.

He scratched his hair and suddenly said: "I hate pig hind legs."

"I quite like it." Lu Xiaofeng said.

"You have no idea what I said no to!"

Sikong's Star-catching Movement disappeared in a flash, and he needed to heal his inner wounds.
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When it snowed in the capital, seven people were sitting at the elegant Eight Immortals table.

Seven people who are famous all over the world and are famous all over the world.

Lu Xiaofeng, Lao Shi Monk, Ximen Chuixue, Ye Gucheng, Huamanlou, Sikong Zhaixing, Mr. Tang Er.

Their identities and origins are all different. Some are monks, some are knights, some are lone thieves, some are swordsmen, and some are disciples of aristocratic families.

They got together because of the same thing.

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Mr. Tang Er must know a lot of things that we don't know."

The Tang Sect in Sichuan was famous for its hidden weapons, and Mr. Tang Er was equally famous for not liking to talk. He nodded lightly.

The Tang Sect disciples who were usually unruly have become much calmer in the past few years, and even travel less in the world.

"I have seen them kill people in the Tang Sect." Mr. Tang Er closed his eyes, as if the bloody scene of Qingyi Tower appeared before his eyes again, "After they defeated two swordsmen in the Forbidden City, I realized that these two people could not Provoke, but someone framed the Tang Sect before, so I became a lot more cautious."

"What about you?" Mr. Tang Er looked at Honest Monk.

The honest monk clasped his hands and closed his eyes, "Monk saw them in Anqing..."

Sikong Zhaixing said: "I also met in Anqing——"

He was embarrassed to talk about his experience of being pinned down by a pig's hind legs so that he could not move. Sikong Zhaixing was vague and only said that he was restrained and that the woman was carrying the pig's legs and wanted to teach him Qing Kung Fu.

Everyone looked over.

"I refused." Sikong Zhaixing said.

Everyone looked strange.

Huamanlou never spoke.

Ximen Chuixue wanted to continue the battle. If he didn't swing this sword, his sword would be meaningless.

But those two people just disappeared like bubbles without a trace.

(End of this chapter)