At this point, it didn't really matter who won or lost.
The battle between Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng was already extremely exciting. It was enough to defend their position as Sword God and Sword Saint, proving that they were not unworthy of their reputation.
Countless people had improved from their battles.
There were even some who directly broke through to the next realm.
The people who originally hoped for them to decide the victor suddenly didn't want them to decide the victor.
This was because for people at their level, victory and defeat were equivalent to life and death.
No one could bear to see any of these two sword immortals die.
The expressions on their faces changed from longing and anticipation to worry and nervousness.
"Please don't let anything happen to the two of you. Otherwise, not only will it be a loss for our Great Ming Jianghu, but it will also be a loss for the entire world.”
"The former Sword God Xie Xiaofeng and Yan Shisan probably couldn't surpass Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng, right?”
"That's hard to say. Perhaps these two have already surpassed their predecessors?”
Suddenly.
Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng stopped in unison. They stood on the roof beam of the Divine Weapon Shop, motionless like statues.
"What's going on? Could it be that they have decided the victor?"
"Could it be that they both died in battle?"
"What? No way! Could it be that they stabbed each other in the battle, but we didn't see it?”
" That's hard to say. In a battle of this level, life and death can be decided in an instant. Back then, Yan Shisan had comprehended the Life-Taking Fifteen Swords. He was about to kill Xie Xiaofeng, but he felt that this sword technique was too evil, so he was willing to commit suicide instead of using that sword technique. Xie Xiaofeng wanted to stop him, but it was too late.”
As they spoke, some of the Jianghu people could not help but have red eyes.
Some people even burst into tears.
"The heavens are jealous of talents!"
"Two swordsmen at the peak of their power died here today!”
"From now on, there will be two less legends in the martial world.”
"The two of them have never met before. They only got to know each other because of this battle. However, with their sword arts, they must have regarded each other as their best friends, right? Why don't we bury them together?”
"When the time comes, we can engrave two lines of poetry on their tombstones.”
"Which two sentences?"
"The sword energy is boundless for thirty thousand miles, and the sword light is chilling for nineteen continents.”
"Good, good poem."
Hearing this, many people who were holding back could no longer hold it in and started crying.
Sword God and Sword Saint, have a safe journey!
At this moment, Ye Gucheng's body moved.
Then, he said,"Aiya, there's no more internal energy."”
Everyone was speechless.
Ximen Chuixue smiled. In that instant, her smile seemed to be even more beautiful and cold than the moon.
"My internal strength is also exhausted."
Everyone was stunned.
Then, they burst into laughter.
"What are they doing? So the reason why the two of them didn't move was not because they both died in battle, but because their internal strength was exhausted.”
"What a waste of my tears. Tsk tsk, I didn't expect Sword God and Sword Saint to like to joke.”
"This contrast is too great. Don't think that just because your sword techniques are powerful, you can do whatever you want.”
"Forget it, forget it. It's good that they're not dead. It's fine if we cry.”
"How embarrassing!"
"Shame on what? There were so many people crying earlier, so what was there to be afraid of?”
"That's true."
On the roof of the Divine Armament Shop's backyard, Wan Youdao, who had planned to protect the two of them during their final battle, nearly sprained his back.
F * ck, the cold Ximen Chuixue and the proud and aloof Ye Gucheng actually had such a bad taste?
Was it really good to tease so many people?
Seeing so many people crying for you, doesn't your conscience hurt?
"Good heavens, these two people's attributes are somewhat two-faced.”Wan Youdao muttered.
Huang Rong quietly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and nodded heavily as if she had felt the same way.
"That's right. Boss Wan, why don't you go and beat them up to vent everyone's anger?”
Lu Xiaofeng said something at this time, which stunned everyone.
"I think it's true that they've exhausted their internal energy, and it's also true that they don't want to kill the other party. After all, if they insist on fighting, there will definitely be a winner.”
" Yes." Wan Youdao nodded." That makes sense. This is called a hero cherishing a hero."”
"That's good too. Let's treat it as a draw.”Guo Furong laughed.
Sun Xiuqing didn't care if it was a draw or a winner.
She was happy to see that Ximen Chuixue was fine.
Sun Xiuqing heaved a deep sigh of relief. Then, she blacked out.
"Heh, how nervous was she just now? Why did she relax in one breath and faint?”Lu Xiaofeng laughed.
Huang Rong rolled her eyes at him.”
Lu Xiaofeng was speechless.
Wan Youdao laughed, but his expression suddenly turned cold.
"Next is my battlefield!”
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