[Lu Xiaofeng] Blindness

The plan failed.

Ye Gucheng's heart was in a mess.

He is on the run, and there are many things he can't figure out—what are the mistakes and loopholes in this plan?

The moonlight was misty, as if there was fog, and under the shadow of the imperial city ahead, there was a person standing quietly, dressed in white clothes like snow.

There was a sword in Ximen Chuuxue's palm, and the sword was still in its sheath, but the sword energy did not come from the sword.

His people are sharper and fiercer than swords.

And when their eyes met, it was like sharp swords meeting.

Ximen Chuuxue suddenly said: "You learn sword?"

Ye Gucheng said: "I am the sword."

Ximen Chuixue said, "Do you know the essence of the sword?"

Ye Gucheng said: "You say it!"

Ximen Chuixue said, "It's sincerity."

Ye Gucheng said: "Sincere?"

Ximen Chuixue said: "Only with sincerity and justice can one reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship. A dishonest person is not worthy of a sword."

Ye Gucheng's pupils suddenly contracted.

Ximen Chuuxue stared at him and said, "You are dishonest."

Ye Gucheng was silent for a long time, and suddenly asked, "Do you learn swords?"

Ximen Chuixue said: "Learning is endless, and swords are even more endless."

Ye Gucheng said: "Since you have learned swordsmanship, you should know that those who learn swordsmanship are only sincere in the sword, not necessarily in others."

Ximen Chuixue stopped talking, he had already said all his words.

The end of the road is the end of the world, and the end of words is the sword.

The sword is already in hand, and is about to be unsheathed.

At this moment, the sword light flew up, but it was not their sword.

Ye Gucheng turned his head, only to find that he was surrounded on all sides, almost forming a human wall, and dozens of swords shining with cold light almost looked like a net.

There are not only sword nets, but also forests of spears and mountains of knives.

The golden arms reflect the bright moon, and the cold light shines on the iron clothes. The majesty and evil spirit in the Forbidden City is definitely beyond anyone's imagination.

Wei Ziyun, who has always been calm and calm, now has beads of sweat on his nose. He swung his long sword and dispatched the entire army. His eyes never left Ye Gucheng. He said in a deep voice, "City Lord Baiyun?"

Ye Gucheng nodded.

Wei Ziyun said: "The city lord is outside the sky, his sword is like a flying fairy, and people are like a flying fairy. Why bother to be relegated to the world of mortals and do such an unwise thing?"

Ye Gucheng said: "You don't understand?"

Wei Ziyun said: "I don't understand."

Ye Gucheng said coldly: "You wouldn't understand this kind of thing."

Wei Ziyun: "Maybe I don't understand, but..."

With eagle eyes, the "Great Desert Condor" Tu Wan, who followed Wei Ziyun, rushed to say: "But we know that committing a crime like yours is a death sentence involving death by a thousand swords."

Ye Gucheng looked at his sword from the corner of his eyes, and said with a sneer, "Do you know what crime you committed?"

Tu Wan couldn't understand this sentence.

Ye Gucheng said: "You can't practice swords, you can't learn swords well, and you dare to be rude to me, you are committing a capital crime."

Tu Wan's face became even more gloomy, his sword moved, and he was about to charge forward immediately.

As soon as he rushed up, others would certainly not sit and watch, even if Ye Gucheng had unparalleled swordsmanship, in this instant, he would be dead on the ground, with blood spattering five steps.

But before he rushed out, someone stopped him.

Ximen Chuuxue suddenly said: "Wait a minute!"

Tu Wan said, "What are you waiting for?"

Ximen Chuixue said, "Listen to me first."

At this moment, even though swords were on the verge of breaking out and Ximen Chuuxue wanted to speak, no one could stop listening.

Ximen Chuixue said: "If I join hands with City Lord Ye with two swords, who in the world can resist?"

nobody!

There is absolutely no one who does not know the answer.

Wei Ziyun took a deep breath, and beads of sweat broke out on the tip of his nose.

Ximen Chuuxue stared at him and said, "What I mean, do you already understand?"

Wei Ziyun shook his head.

Of course he understood what Ximen Chuuxue meant, but Ning pretended not to understand. He had to buy time and think of a countermeasure.

Ximen Chuixue said, "I learned swordsmanship at the age of seven, and I have been successful in seven years. So far, I have never met an opponent."

Ye Gucheng sighed suddenly, interrupted his words, and said: "I'm afraid Qionglou Yuyu, the heights are too cold... how do they know the loneliness of people in the heights? Why do you tell them?" ?”

Ximen Chuuxue stared at him, with a strange expression in his eyes, and after a long time, he slowly said: "Tonight is the night of the full moon?"

Ye Gucheng said: "Yes."

Ximen Chuixue said: "You are Ye Gucheng?"

Ye Gucheng said: "Yes."

Ximen Chuixue said, "You have a sword in your hand, and so do I."

Ye Gucheng said: "Yes."

Ximen Chuixue said: "So, I finally have an opponent."

Wei Ziyun pointed his gun and said, "So you don't want him to die under the law?"

Tu Wandao: "Don't you even care about Wang Fa?"

Ximen Chuixue said: "At this moment, I only want to fight with Lord Ye. I don't care about life, death, honor or disgrace."

Wei Ziyun said: "In your eyes, this battle is not only more important than the king's law, but also more important than life."

Ximen Chuuxue seemed to be staring into the distance, and slowly said: "What joy is there in life, what is there to fear in death, once you know yourself, you will have no regrets in death, and you will have no regrets in death if you can get an opponent like City Lord Baiyun."

For a man like him, noble opponents are more difficult to find than noble friends.

Seeing the profound loneliness on his face, the expression in Wei Ziyun's eyes also became very strange.He couldn't help but sighed, and said: "Although life and death are as light as a feather, the king's law is more important than Mount Tai. Although I understand what you mean, how can I..."

Ximen Chuixue said: "Are you forcing me to let him go out first, and then fight in another place?"

Hun Ziyun clenched his hands tightly, sweat dripping from the tip of his nose.

Ximen Chuuxue said coldly: "This battle is imperative, you'd better make up your mind quickly."

Suddenly, a person came out from the Gundao Mountain, seeing this person, everyone seemed relieved, if there is only one person in this world who can make a decision on such a matter, that person must be Lu Xiaofeng.

But Lu Xiaofeng's expression at the moment was also very strange, he looked at Ximen Chuuxue, as if something extremely strange had happened to him.

It was only a few hours since Ximen Chuuxue talked with him, before Lu Xiaofeng could get rid of Ximen Chuuxue's astonishing words, he saw this duel.

No one can deny that Ximen Chuuxue really wants to fight Ye Gucheng.

Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help showing a wry smile.

If Ximen Chuuxue liked Sun Xiuqing, would he become a man of flesh and blood, but what he admired was Ye Gucheng, a swordsman who had reached the pinnacle just like him.

So Ximen Chuuxue will only become a sword.

The most sharp and unparalleled sword, the cold sword energy, hurts others and hurts oneself.

Lu Xiaofeng persuaded Wei Ziyun, who was already shaken.

Everyone returned to the glazed tiles of the Golden Luan Hall again. Although the bright moon had already set in the west, it looked rounder.

A full moon seems to be hanging under the cornice of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, but people are already on the cornice.

There were many people, but there was no voice. Even Sikong Zhaoxing and the honest monk had shut their mouths, because they could also feel the overwhelming pressure.

Suddenly, there was a dragon roar, and the sword energy surged into the sky.

Ye Gucheng's sword was out of its sheath.The sword also seemed pale in the moonlight.

Pale moon, pale sword, pale face.

Ye Gucheng stared at Jianfeng and said, "Please."

He didn't look at Ximen Chuuxue, didn't even glance at him, he didn't even look at the sword in Ximen Chuuxue's hand, nor did he look at Ximen Chuuxue's eyes.

This is the taboo of swordsmanship.The battle between masters is like a decisive battle between armies. Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you be victorious in every battle.

Therefore, every slight movement of the other party, every look, every expression, and even the beating of every muscle should be carefully observed, not to be missed.

Because every point may be a factor that determines the outcome of this battle.

Ye Gucheng has experienced hundreds of battles and claims to be invincible, how could he not understand this truth?

——This kind of mistake was something he would never have made.

Ximen Chuuxue's gaze was as sharp as a sword's edge, not only saw his hands, his face, but also seemed to see his heart.

Ye Gucheng said again: "Please."

Ximen Chuuxue suddenly said: "Not now."

Ye Gucheng said: "Can't?"

Ximen Chuixue said, "You can't make a move."

Ye Gucheng said: "Why?"

Ximen Chuixue said: "Because your heart is not still."

Ye Gucheng was silent.

Ximen Chuixue said: "If a person's heart is disordered, his swordsmanship will be disordered, and if a person's swordsmanship is disordered, he will surely die."

Ye Gucheng sneered and said, "Don't you think I'm defeated if I don't fight?"

Ximen Chuuxue said: "If you are defeated now, it is not a crime of war."

Ye Gucheng said: "So you don't want to make a move now?"

Ximen Chuuxue did not deny it.

Ye Gucheng said: "Because you don't want to take advantage of others' danger?"

Ximen Chuuxue didn't deny it either.

Ye Gucheng said: "But this battle is imperative."

Ximen Chuixue said, "I can wait."

Ye Gucheng said: "Wait until my heart is calm?"

Ximen Chuuxue nodded and said, "I believe I won't have to wait long."

Ye Gucheng suddenly raised his head and stared at him, his eyes seemed to show a hint of gratitude, but it was quickly scattered by the light of the sword in his hand.

To be grateful to your opponent is also a fatal mistake.

At this time, the moon is already pale, as pale as starlight.

Starlight is as light as a dream, a lover's dream.

Lovers are always the cutest. Sometimes, although enemies are cuter than lovers, such things are rare after all.

Hatred is not an absolute emotion, the consciousness of hatred sometimes includes understanding and respect.

It's a pity that there are not many lovely enemies, and even fewer respectable enemies!

Resentment is different.

Hatred is innate, but resentment is acquired. Hatred is passive, but resentment is active.

Can you say that Ximen Chuixue hates Ye Gucheng?

Can you say that Ye Gucheng hates Ximen Chuuxue?

There is no resentment between them, only hatred between them.Their hatred is nothing more than a kind of innate, inevitable hatred that is both wonderful and stupid, stupid and wonderful!

Perhaps, what Ye Gucheng hates is just—since Ye Gucheng was born, why Ximen Chuuxue was born.

Perhaps, what Ximen Chuuxue hates is also the same.

Why is the distance between hate and love always so difficult to measure?

The light of the stars and the moon faded, and all the brilliance of the sky and the earth had concentrated on the two swords.

Two immortal swords.

The sword has been pierced!

The sword thrust was not fast, and the distance between Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng was still far away.

Their blades have not even touched, but they have already started to change continuously. People move very slowly, but their blades change very quickly, because they have changed as they wish before they even make a move.

From the eyes of others, this battle was neither fierce nor exciting.

Wei Ziyun, Ding Ao, Yin Xian, and Tu Fang were all in a cold sweat.

These four people are all first-class swordsmen in the present age. They saw that this kind of change in swordsmanship has reached the state of doing whatever they want, which is also the highest state in martial arts!

If Ye Gucheng's opponent was not Ximen Chuuxue, every change of the sword in his hand would be a sword that would kill and win.

Their sword is one with people, this is the heart sword.

Lu Xiaofeng's hands also broke out in cold sweat suddenly, he suddenly noticed the change of Ximen Chuixue's sword, although it looked flexible, it was actually sluggish, at least not as light and flowing as Ye Gucheng's sword.

Ye Gucheng's sword is like a gust of wind outside the white clouds.

There seemed to be an invisible thread tied to Ximen Chuixue's sword.

Lu Xiaofeng has also noticed that within the next twenty changes, Ye Gucheng's sword will surely pierce Ximen Chuuxue's throat.

Twenty changes passed in an instant.

Lu Xiaofeng's fingertips were already cold.

Now, no one can change the fate of Ximen Fuxue.

Lu Xiaofeng couldn't, and Ximen Chuuxue couldn't either.

The distance between the two is close at hand!

Both swords have thrust out with all their strength!

This is the last sword, the sword that decides the outcome.

Only now did Ximen Chuuxue realize that his sword was one step slower. When his sword pierced Ye Gucheng's chest, Ye Gucheng's sword was bound to pierce his throat.

He couldn't help but accept this fate.

But at this moment, he suddenly found that Ye Gucheng's sword was deviated, maybe it was only a deviation of one or two inches, but the distance of one or two inches was already the distance between life and death.

How did this error happen?

Is it because Ye Gucheng knows that there is no distance between his life and death?

The blade is cold.

The cold edge of the sword had pierced Ye Gucheng's chest, and he could even feel the tip of the sword touching his heart.

——Since you were going to die, why didn't you die by Ximen Chuuxue's sword? ·

——Being able to die under the sword of Ximen Chuuxue is at least more honorable than other methods of death!

He fell!

Dawn has come, but the world seems to be colder and darker.

Ye Gucheng's face looked like the dawn that had just emerged, cold, hazy, and mysterious!

There is still the last drop of blood on the sword!

Ximen Chuuxue fell gently, looked up and looked around, the sky and the earth were leisurely, he suddenly felt an indescribable loneliness.

Ximen Chuixue hid his sword and picked up Ye Gucheng's body. The sword was cold and the body was even colder.

The coldest one was Ximen Chuuxue's heart.

The decisive battle that shocked the world is over, and the enemy who is more respectable than a friend has died by his sword.What else in this world could warm his heart again?Blood reheated?

The author has something to say: I've thought about it for a long time, well, this part of the original text is already based on Danmei, and I don't need to lick it.

Just adjusted it a little bit. (basically the original text)

To be honest, I really don't want to copy the original.

But here is too amazing, all the plots in front of me are to connect with this battle.

I think the state of mind of the two of them at this time is very suitable. Ximen Chuuxue has just learned what love is, and the city lord has always had a temperament that makes people super confused.

They are super anxious to fall in love, really!

But after this battle, I immediately confess that I don't doubt it 23333

Well, there will no longer be such a large paragraph of original text description in the future.