Ye Gucheng moved. Ye Gucheng drew his sword.
No one could use the language of the human world to describe the shock of this sword, because this shocking sword move did not belong to the human world.
This was the sword move of a Sword Saint, the sword dance of an immortal.
If he had to describe himself in mortal terms, then he could only say…
This sword was flawless and extraordinary!
This sword was peerless and could topple a country!
This was a peerless sword light. This was a sword light that carried the might of a flying immortal. This sword light was clearly aimed at Ximen Chuixue, but it seemed to come from the heavens. Thousands of sword lights were like meteors, dazzling the eyes.
This move had no variables and no way out. This was a perfect sword technique. Since it was perfect, how could there be any flaws? Since there were no flaws, how could it be broken?
Since no one could break it, why did he need to change his moves and leave a path of retreat?
This was the invincible sword strike, the Sword Saint's arrogant sword strike. This sword strike was only for one person, a person worthy of Gucheng Ye's full strength, the only person worthy of standing with Ximen Chuixue.
Ye Gucheng was lonely, not in the city, but in the people. But now, he was no longer lonely, because in front of him, there was at least another person who was just as loyal to the sword and just as lonely.
When two equally lonely people stood together, perhaps they would not be lonely anymore.
Ximen Chuixue moved as well. The unique characteristic of his sword art was only one word-fast!
Extremely fast, extremely fast.
In Ximen Chuixue's life, there was only one thing that could prove the meaning of his life. That was the moment when he pierced his opponent's throat with his sword. The moment he did so, a colorful flower of blood bloomed.
Just like how Ximen Chuixue was not blowing the snow, but the blood on the sword, perhaps his Buried Snow Sword Technique was not referring to the snow buried under the plum blossoms, but the " blood " flower that bloomed from his opponent's throat.
Ximen Chuixue had fasted for ten whole days in Wanmei Villa before he used his sword.
To him, killing was not a sin, nor was it something worth bragging about. It was something that could be dedicated, sacred, and must be treated seriously and respectfully.
Therefore, every time before he killed someone, Ximen Chuixue would fast and bathe. Those who are killed should be killed, and they will never kill innocent people. This is to show sincerity to others.
It was precisely because of this sincerity that he was Ximen Chuixue, the one and only Sword God.
Ximen Chuixue would only fast for three days to kill ordinary opponents, but this time, he had fasted for ten days. This was because his opponent was someone who was worthy of him going all out and even resting for ten days just to pull out his sword.
The sword was drawn, extremely fast and sharp. The sword qi light shone coldly across the Nine Regions. The entire Forbidden City seemed to be enveloped in a world of ice and snow. The sword qi was so cold that it took one's soul away.
This sword was swift and decisive. It carried Ximen Chuixue's loneliness and sincerity towards the sword as it shot towards Ye Gucheng.
The holy sword, which belonged to the Sword God and the Sword Saint respectively, was finally getting closer and closer. For them, one sword was enough to determine the outcome. There was no need for a second sword. Therefore, all the onlookers could not be distracted at all. Otherwise, they would miss this once-in-a-lifetime and unique confrontation.
" I lost." Zhu Bujue looked at the figure under the moonlight and suddenly said," I lost." It was unknown if he was talking about Ye Gucheng or Ximen Chuixue.
" What a pity, what a pity." The fake smile on Cao Zhengchun's face disappeared. At this moment, even he was completely immersed in the confrontation between the two peerless swordsmen. He didn't even bother to pretend to smile.
The two white figures were frozen in the middle of the full moon, as if they had never moved.
However, it was as if a string had been loosened in the void, and gasps of relief could be heard. It was the feeling of relaxation after the spectators had determined the victor.
In the dark night, a crimson figure streaked across the void at an extremely fast speed. He knelt in front of Zhu Youtang and said,""Your Majesty, the battle has been decided. There's no need for an ambush.”
" I didn't expect this, I didn't expect this." Zhu Budian shook his head with a bitter smile and drew the Green Feather Flexible Sword from his waist.
The green sword body was engraved with exquisite feather patterns. It was lifelike. The sword body trembled like flying feathers, changing constantly. Zhu Budian reached out to the soft sword and said,"I lost this bet.”
Cao Zhengchun smiled bitterly,"I didn't expect Ye Gucheng to make such a choice."”
"To die in the hands of the same swordsman is much more honorable for Ye Gucheng than to be shot to death by random arrows," said Forefather Sunflower coldly.”
" It seems that the Crown Prince has thought far deeper than us. He can even figure out the thoughts of a person like Ye Gucheng." Zhu Budian's eyes flickered as he handed the Green Feather Flexible Sword to Zhu Houzhao." If Imperial Uncle loses, this sword will be yours in the future."”
However, Zhu Houzhao did not take it. He just stared at the summit of the forbidden city.
There, Ye Gucheng's throat was bleeding like a flower, just like everyone Ximen Chuixue had killed in the past. No, perhaps in Ximen Chuixue's eyes, it was different. This blood flower was exceptionally resplendent and beautiful, unparalleled in the world.
In this battle, Transcendent Flying Immortal had won, but Ye Gucheng had lost. It was his choice to die at Ximen Chuixue's hands. His sword could have been an inch faster, and his person could have won. However, he chose to give the glory of victory to Ximen Chuixue. To Ye Gucheng, dying in Ximen Chuixue's hands was more important than a false reputation among the millions of people in the secular world.
Gucheng Ye had fallen, and the sword he left behind was crying. Ximen Chuixue's figure became even more majestic and lonely.
However, in Zhu Houzhao's eyes, he wasn't looking at the fallen Ye Gucheng or the lonely Ximen Chuixue. Instead, he was looking at the so-called perfect sword. It was a sword that no mortal should have, the Heavenly Fairy.
Just now, Zhu Houzhao had been staring at Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue. He was so focused that he suddenly felt his vision turn red. His vision became extremely wide and clear, and everything in his vision became extremely slow.
The lightning-fast clash between Gucheng Ye and Ximen Chuixue was clearly captured by Zhu Houzhao.
In fact, he had even memorized the whole thing and kept repeating it in his mind. Even every trace of charm was extremely clear.
This book is provided by FunNovel Novel Book | Fan Fiction Novel [Beautiful Free Novel Book]