On the night of the full moon, the world-renowned battle began.
The Yellow River was far above the white clouds, and there was a lonely city in the mountains.
Why should the Qiang flute complain about the willows? The spring breeze does not cross the Jade Gate Pass.
Ye Gucheng was the Lord of White Cloud City, who lived in the middle of the clouds.
The moon on the peak of the Cold Mountain reflected the frost.
The snow on the clothes fell in the wind, and the peach blossoms at the bottom of the sword were filled with the fragrance of blood.
The sudden cold light is divided into day and night, often with the wild gas to cover the desolate.
Who can understand the loneliness of the high platform? I recall the lonely city of ten thousand trees in the distance.
Ximen Chuixue's clothes were as white as snow, his sword was as white as snow, his side profile was as white as snow, and his loneliness was as white as snow. He was a person as white as snow.
He stood between heaven and earth, expressionless, as if he could not see anything. He raised the sword in his hand and said coldly,"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.”
Ye Gucheng also raised his sword and said,""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.”
Ximen Chuixue suddenly said,"You learn the sword."”
"I am the sword," said Ye Gucheng.
"Do you know the essence of the sword?" Ximen Chuixue asked.”
"Go ahead," said Ye Gucheng.
"It's about sincerity," Ximen Chuixue said.
"Yes!" Ye Gucheng said.
" Only those who are sincere can reach the peak of swordsmanship," Ximen Chuixue said." Those who aren't sincere are not worthy of a sword duel.”
Ye Gucheng's pupils suddenly contracted.
Ximen Chuixue stared at him.”
Ye Gucheng was silent for a long time. Suddenly, he asked,""You learn the sword."
"There's no end to learning, and there's no end to learning sword arts.”
"Since you've learned the sword, you should know that a swordsman only needs to be sincere to the sword, not to others."”
After saying that, Ye Gucheng took the initiative to attack,
He and the sword seemed to have become one, the sword light was like a flying rainbow as it pierced over.
The sword light was brilliant and swift, without any changes. It didn't even have a follow-up move.
When all the power in his body was infused into this sword, there was no change. Sometimes, it was the best change.
This sword was formed before the move was made, and the spirit was left behind after the move was made.
To turn hardness into softness, to change from unchanging, it could indeed be considered a peerless sword technique.
Ximen Chuixue also attacked.
Suddenly, like a spring breeze in the night, thousands of pear trees bloom.
Like the waves of a great river, his aura surged.
It was like a blizzard, bone-chilling cold.
The speed at which they struck out with their swords seemed to have no difference in speed.
At this moment, the starlight and moonlight seemed to have dimmed.
All the light in the world was focused on the two swords.
Two immortal swords!
The sword had already stabbed out, but it wasn't fast. There was still quite a distance between Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng.
Their swords had not even touched each other, but they had already started to change.
The person moved very slowly, but the blade moved very quickly.
For they have taken it at the end of their strokes,
In the eyes of ordinary people, this battle was neither intense nor exciting.
However, Yu Huatian, Duan Tianya, Coldblood, and the others who were watching the battle…
But they were already breaking out in cold sweat.
These three were all first-class swordsmen of the current era.
He could see the changes in the sword technique.
He had reached the realm of doing as he pleased.
This was the supreme realm of swordsmanship.
If Ye Gucheng's opponent wasn't Ximen Chuixue, every transformation of the sword in his hand would be a sure-kill.
Their swords had become one with the person. This was the Heart Sword.
In the distance, Lu Xiaofeng's hands were suddenly drenched in sweat. He suddenly noticed the change in Ximen Chuixue's sword aura.
Although it looked agile, it was actually sluggish, at least not as ethereal as Ye Gucheng's sword.
Ye Gucheng's sword was like a gust of wind outside the clouds.
Ximen Chuixue's sword seemed to have an invisible string tied to it.
His family and his feelings were this invisible line.
Lu Xiaofeng could also tell that in the next twenty transformations, Ye Gucheng's sword would definitely pierce Ximen Chuixue's throat.
The 20th transformation passed in an instant, and Lu Xiaofeng's fingertips were already cold.
Now, no one could change Ximen Chuixue's fate. Lu Xiaofeng could not, and Ximen Chuixue himself could not.
The distance between the two of them was very close. The two swords stabbed out with all their might.
This was the last sword strike, the one that would decide the outcome of the battle.
Only now did Ximen Chuixue realize that his sword was a step too slow.
His sword pierced into Ye Gucheng's chest, and Ye Gucheng's sword was about to pierce through his throat.
He had no choice but to accept this fate.
However, at this moment, he suddenly noticed that there was a deviation in Ye Gucheng's sword momentum.
Perhaps it was only a deviation of one or two inches, but it was already the distance between life and death.
But how could such a mistake happen?
Did Ye Gucheng want to die?
He wanted to stop the sword momentum, but it was already too late.
If nothing unexpected happened, his sword would definitely pierce into Ye Gucheng's chest.
Could it be that on the summit of the Forbidden City, on the night of the full moon, the battle of the Sword God…
Could Ye Gucheng's fate not be changed?
At this critical moment,
"Clang!" A long spear with a cold light flew over from the distance as fast as lightning.
"Power Absorption Technique!" Accompanied by a loud roar,
Ximen Chuixue's sword was a little slower, just a little slower.
But that was enough.
"Bang!" The long spear struck his sword with great force.
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