It was night.
The moon was big and round today.
It shone with a cold and murderous light.
Beijing.
In Taihe Palace.
Two figures stood proudly.
One of them was dressed in white, while the other was dressed in black.
Both of them held swords in one hand.
His bearing was outstanding and not like an ordinary person.
Below Taihe Palace, the 3,000 imperial guards were waiting for the two swordsmen to decide the winner and kill the City Lord of White Cloud City who dared to usurp the throne.
Of course, if the winner was Ximen Chuixue, then this trouble would be saved.
Therefore, they hoped that the winner would be this man who was known as the Sword God.
"This sword is a sharp weapon in the world. Its blade is three feet seven inches long and its weight is seven catties and thirteen taels.”
The person who spoke was Ximen Chuixue, who was dressed in white. He expressionlessly raised the sword in his hand, bringing with it a piercing cold light.
"Good sword."
Ye Gucheng, who was wearing a black robe, nodded.
"It is indeed a good sword."
Putting away his sword, Ximen Chuixue looked at Ye Gucheng.
"This sword is an elite of the overseas cold sword. It can cut hair easily. The blade is three feet and three inches long, and the net weight is six catties and four taels.”
Ye Gucheng also raised his sword.
"Good sword."
Ximen Chuixue's voice was calm.
"It is a good sword."
Ye Gucheng pointed his sword diagonally.
In an instant.
A murderous aura filled the entire place.
"Hiss! What a powerful Sword Qi!"
Cao Zhengchun and Yu Huatian, the leaders of the East and West Chambers, were shocked.
Even if they weren't targeted, they felt as if their bodies were being pointed at by thousands of sword tips.
Goosebumps rose all over his body.
They really didn't dare to imagine that if they were to face these two unparalleled swordsmen directly, how many moves could they withstand under their swords?
Three moves? One move? Or half a move?
They didn't know and didn't want to know.
Because they knew that if such a day really came, it meant that they had already reached the end of their road.
The moonlight was cold and murderous.
The two people in Taihe Palace had nothing else in their eyes other than the other party.
Although they had never fought, they had heard of the other party's strength.
However, when they confronted each other, they realized how powerful the other party was.
Neither of them moved.
However, their auras had already begun to clash.
There were no sword lights.
However, the danger was no different.
Both Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng knew that if they revealed even the tiniest bit of a flaw, they would be able to escape.
What awaited them was a fatal sword strike.
At their level of strength.
The battle became very short.
With just one sword, those who were weaker would die.
The bleak wind was blowing.
However, he was unable to blow a strand of their hair.
The two of them, who were infused with sword qi, would definitely not allow their hair to fly and block their vision.
As time passed, the clash of qi became more and more intense.
On the spiritual level that was invisible to the naked eye, the confrontation between the two had already entered a white-hot stage.
Beads of sweat oozed out from their foreheads.
Even they felt tired after a confrontation of this level.
However, their eyes were filled with joy.
It was lonely at the top.
To be able to meet an equal opponent at such a high altitude was a beautiful thing.
Unfortunately, the area of the peak was very narrow.
There was no room for the two strongest.
Thus, the decisive battle on the summit of the forbidden city was held.
"Looks like I'm not late."
Just as the two of them were about to reach their peak...
A young voice with a smile suddenly interrupted.
The appearance of this voice broke the balance of qi.
He had Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng attack at the same time. They attacked in the direction of the sound.
The sword qi was like a tide, and the sword light was like silk.
It carried the great terror of life and death.
However, these two peerless swords that carried terrifying sword qi were blocked by a sword.
It was an iron sword.
Ordinary and ordinary.
The black sword had traces of being hammered. The cylindrical hilt was wrapped in anti-slip linen, and the sword's frame was a circular iron piece that extended out.
However, this kind of trash iron sword could be bought with three taels of silver.
However, he managed to block two peerless divine swords that could be said to be invincible in the world.
The person who wielded this sword was a young man who was only seventeen or eighteen years old.
This youth was none other than Chu Ze.
Clang!
A loud metallic sound rang out.
Chu Ze's arm shook.
He pushed aside Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng's swords and retreated, landing in the middle of Taihe Palace.
The moonlight from the full moon cast a dark shadow on the ground.
He displayed his proud figure.
"He is…"
Seeing this youth who shouldn't have appeared here, someone in the crowd cried out in surprise.
" Divine Lord Qiyue, Chu Qiyue?"
"Chu Qiyue? Was it the youth who single-handedly messed up the martial world?”
Ding Ao, the commander of the imperial guards, frowned when he heard Lu Xiaofeng's shout. His heart tightened, and his face darkened.
He was confident in dealing with Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng because he knew that after this battle, one of them would definitely fall.
But now, this Qiyue Divine Lord suddenly appeared.
His confidence vanished in an instant.
He had heard of Sir God Qiyue before.
His martial arts was the most shameless kind of suppressing others with force.
No matter who the opponent was, he would first use a powerful long-range Air Splitting Palm to bombard them.
If he couldn't kill them, he would have to rely on his body, which was almost immortal, to fight them head-on.
Still not admitting defeat.
He continued to use the Air Splitting Palm to bombard.
Then, he would forcefully push it back.
After a series of operations, it was unknown whether the opponent died or not.
The opponent's lair was definitely finished.
It was precisely because of this that Ding Ao was so frustrated.
He was really afraid that Sir God Qiyue would tear down the palace in a fit of rage.
If that was the case, then he would probably be done for as the commander of the imperial guards.
"No, we have to stop him."
Thinking of this, Ding Ao was about to command his subordinates to take down Chu Ze.
However, his actions were stopped by Lu Xiaofeng.
"Wait a little longer. There's movement from above.”
Lu Xiaofeng stared at the three figures in Taihe Palace with a burning gaze, and an excited smile appeared on his face.
Because he could tell.
This Seventh Moon Divine Lord who had appeared out of nowhere had released his killing intent at Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng at the same time. He actually wanted to challenge these two strongest swordsmen at the same time!
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