Under the gazes of everyone with different emotions.
"Ta, ta." A middle-aged man with long hair slowly walked out of the entrance of the hall.
His expression was cold and aloof.
His deep eyes were filled with loneliness.
In this world, perhaps only Chu He knew this person's background the best.
How terrifying was this person?
"I'm Ximen Chuixue. Please enlighten me.”
The long-haired man stood straight in front of the Blood Strike Marquis. There was no fear in his eyes.
There was a type of person who was already close to the realm of gods. Because he was already heartless.
There was a sword technique that no one could see. Because those who had been lucky enough to witness it were already buried.
There was an indescribable loneliness.
Because it originated from the depths of the soul.
Over the past few days, as Ximen Chuixue's master, Chu He had seen him attack several times and had a general understanding of this powerful servant.
As for Ximen Chuixue's swordsmanship, he commented," When you stab your sword into their throats and see blood bloom under your sword, if you can see the splendor of that moment, you will know that nothing can compare to that kind of beauty.”
There were many swordsmen in the pugilistic world who were fast and ruthless.
However, there was at least one thing about Ximen Chuixue that others could not imitate.”
His sword?
It was not his sword.
It was his loneliness.
The loneliness on the distant mountain was as cold as ice and snow, and the loneliness in the winter night was as lonely as a shooting star.
Only a person who could truly experience this kind of loneliness and was willing to endure it could reach the realm that Ximen Chuixue had already reached.
The loneliness of being lonely at the top was something that only those who were at the top could understand.
From Chu He's point of view, Ximen Chuixue was the kind of person who knew how cold it was, but preferred the cold realm.
Someone once said," If only a person's moral character could be as pure as snow, and his heart was not as cold as snow, how good would that be?"
However, it was a little white, but it was expressed with coldness.
People always blamed the snow for its coldness. The snow did not explain, but he only used whiteness to answer everything.
"Impossible, how could this little brat have such a powerful person by his side?”
Ji Wuye's gaze wavered slightly as he looked at the powerful swordsman. He seemed to have sensed that the other party was extraordinary.
"Ximen Chuixue?" The corners of Baiyifei's mouth curled up slightly when he heard that. His blood-stained clothes fluttered in the wind.
Facing the former, he suddenly felt like he was looking at a mirror.
A coldness that came from the inside.
It was a cold that came from the outside.
If the two of them were to fight now, what kind of exciting scene would it be?
Although the blood-robed official was very strong, Ximen Chuixue was a famous Sword God!
Chu He looked interested as he raised his wine glass and slowly drank, preparing to watch an interesting show.
"The two marquises are sparring with each other. I don't like people getting hurt.”Han Wangan hurriedly shouted.
Hearing his disappointing words, Chu He said helplessly,
"This subordinate of mine likes to kill people. Lord Marquis must be careful. After all, swords and swords have no eyes!”
"Since this is a martial arts competition, I also think that it is best to have a winner.”Baiyifei said.
Han Wangan covered his forehead with both hands and said in a deep voice with a headache,
"It's better to stop there. This king doesn't want to see anyone get injured!”
"You heard what the king said. Be careful, don't get hurt…"
Ji Wuye looked coldly at the Blood Red Marquis and Ximen Chuixue. He immediately retreated a few meters, waved his arm, and shouted,
" Martial arts, begin!!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Yifei's eyes widened slightly. His bloody clothes fluttered in the wind, and his arms were already waving in the air.
Hundreds and thousands of snowflakes fell from the sky in an instant.
A large amount of snow mist instantly covered everyone's vision.
Ximen Chuixue could not see Bai Yifei either. He could only see his figure standing in the white fog.
" Roar!!"
Two huge ice dragons that were more than ten meters long suddenly condensed. They roared and curled up under the strong wind and snow, protecting their master.
At the same time, Ximen Chuixue's hands moved.
The black sword that was tied to his waist.
He instantly pulled it out!
In an instant, he roared in the air in front of him!
In an instant, he shattered a large piece of armor-like snowflake ice wall!
The Blood Strike Marquis snorted coldly, and the two ice dragons beside him opened their mouths and roared. They lunged forward like ferocious tigers.!”
Ximen Chuixue had no intention of dodging the two ice dragons 'attacks.
In his eyes, as long as he wanted to kill someone, no one in the world could stop him.
Ximen Chuixue's sword characteristic was like its master, indomitable.
"Huff!"
A sword shadow that was as fast as lightning instantly cut the two frost dragons into countless pieces of ice, turning them into fine powder.
Ximen Chuixue took two steps forward and instantly closed the distance between him and the person in the snow.
Snow dragons condensed out of thin air in the surroundings and attacked fiercely.
Anything that got close to him was slashed into pieces by the sword shadow!
His aura was indomitable.
In the snow mist, the blurry figure still stood in its original position.
Just as he charged towards the figure, he discovered that it was an icy humanoid snow puppet!
Was this…a trap?
Ximen Chuixue's gaze shifted slightly. The moment he turned around, he happened to meet Bai Yifei's gaze, who had a strange smile on his face.
"Go to hell." The latter's mouth moved slightly and made a sound.
In an instant, a large sheet of white snow rose from the ground like a city wall, instantly enveloping the two figures.
Within the main hall of the Han Palace, a huge and sturdy ice house had appeared.
Circles of white cold air that could be seen in the field of vision grew from small to large, spreading from the bottom of the igloos to the surroundings. It was extremely cold.
Ji Wuye's eyelids twitched slightly in disbelief.
Although she knew how powerful Bai Yifei was, she did not expect the little brat's subordinate to be so powerful!
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the igloos, as if they were watching the battle inside.
" Ding ding dang dang…" The sound of metal colliding rang out.
It was obvious that Ximen Chuixue and the Blood Strike Marquis were already fighting fiercely in the igloos.
Han Wangan looked at this scene in a daze. He clearly did not expect such an exaggerated situation to occur.
An hour later.
Chu He casually threw away the half-empty cigar and slowly stood up.
At this moment, he could already see the result of this martial arts competition.
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