Ximen Chuixue stood upright, his white robes as white as snow.
The sword at his waist was black, long, narrow, and ancient.
It is a sharp weapon in the world. The blade is three feet seven inches long and weighs seven catties and thirteen taels.
This was Ximen Chuixue's second life!
Ximen Chuixue was a person who talked and laughed casually. He had a cold personality and had very few friends. He loved the sword as much as his life. He could take a person's life in a flash and regarded killing as an art.
Zhu Youchen was dressed in green today and said,""You're Ximen Chuixue!"
Ximen Chuixue nodded. This was the first time he was sizing up someone.
It was very ordinary!
He couldn't see anything special about it!
The street was so quiet that not a single sound could be heard. It was a long period of silence.
Ximen Chuixue's cold voice was mixed with a hint of displeasure.”
Ximen Chuixue was a person who valued promises very much!
"No, I can't! You're not worthy of me stopping you!"
Ximen Chuixue was slightly startled.”
This was the first time Ximen Chuixue had spoken so much.
Zhu Youchen looked at the time. It was almost time!
Zhu Youchen drew his sword and used the Phantom Divine Art.
He waved his long sword, and streams of sword qi shot out in all directions!
Every street and alley was left with sword marks!
"Puff! Puff! Puff!"
Zhu Youchen stopped.
"You lost!"
Zhu Youchen only had three words!
He turned around and left without looking back.
Ximen Chuixue felt like he was being played and took a step forward.
"Puff!"
The sword qi hidden in the sword mark shot out!
It was as fast as lightning and as fierce as thunder.
Ximen Chuixue could not dodge in time, and the sword qi left a deep wound on his face.
Blood was dripping.
He was injured!
He was shocked.
He drew his sword!
As fast as a swan!
However, the remaining sword qi in the sword scar had repelled Ximen Chuixue and injured his thumb and forefinger.
"Crackle!"
The sword fell to the ground.
Ximen Chuixue was helpless!
Since he was not by his side, he was trapped here. His sword heart was shaken.
He was no match for Zhu Youchen!
He had lost!
If a swordsman couldn't even hold a sword, how could he kill?
Ximen Chuixue's sword was meant to kill, but it was gone!
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for defeating Ximen Chuixue. The reward is 2,000 kill points! Killer Sword: 110/10000.”
Zhu Youchen was unmoved.
Boring!
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The city gate!
Ye Gucheng was standing at the door with his sword in his arms!
He was waiting for Ximen Chuixue.
However, it was not Ximen Chuixue, but Zhu Youchen.
"What about him?" Ye Gucheng asked.”
"He lost, now it's your turn!" Zhu Youchen said.”
Arrogant!
That was it!
Ye Gucheng laughed.
"Your strength has not recovered!" Ye Gucheng said.
Zhu Youchen drew his sword. The killing sword was too ordinary."This is the Killing Sword!"
Ye Gucheng stopped smiling.
"If you insist on courting death, then I'll kill you!”
Ye Gucheng wanted to kill him.
The last time, Zhu Youchen had killed his disciple. He did not want to become enemies with the Imperial Court, so he had let him off.
Now, drawing a sword at him was an insult to him.
He was furious!
All of a sudden, a dragon's roar was heard, and sword qi shot into the sky.
Ye Gucheng had already unsheathed his sword.
Ye Gucheng struck out with his sword, but it wasn't fast.
Before it even touched Zhu Youchen, it began to change continuously without even using a single move.
This was contempt!
Zhu Youchen was not worthy of making his own move!
Zhu Youchen moved!
It was only one sword!
A sword cut through the throat, directly taking a life!
A second ago, Zhu Youchen was still far away. In the next second, Zhu Youchen was right in front of him!
The blade was cold.
The cold blade had already pierced into Ye Gucheng's chest!
The sword could trap the Sword God and kill the Sword Saint. This was Zhu Youchen.
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