This moment may be short, but many people have paid everything to wait for it!
Think of those people, Lu Xiaofeng suddenly have a kind of unspeakable sadness.
Is this war worth it?
Are those people worth waiting for?
No one can answer, no one can explain and no one can judge.
Neither can Lu Xiaofeng.
However, he also felt the aggressive Sha Qi and firm but gentle, and the pressure he felt may be much greater than anyone else.
Because Ximen Chuixue is his friend, so is Ye Gucheng.
If you once thought a person was your friend, then this person will always be.
Therefore, Lu Xiaofeng has been staring at the swords of Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng, paying attention to their every subtle movement, every look, every expression, and even the beating of every muscle.
He's worried about Ximen Chuixue-
Ximen Chuixue's sword is the sword of the sword god.
But now, he is no longer a god, but a man.
Because he already has human love and human feelings.
People are always weak and have weaknesses, which is why people are human.
Has Ye Gucheng grasped Ximen Chuixue's weakness?
Lu Xiaofeng is very worried. He knows that even the smallest weakness is fatal.
He knew that even if Ye Gucheng could spare Ximen Chuixue, Ximen Chuixue would not spare himself.
Victory leads to life, and defeat leads to death. For people like Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng, there is no choice.
The strangest thing is that he is worried about Ye Gucheng!
He never realized that Ye Gucheng has human love and feelings!
Ye Gucheng's life is a sword, and the sword is Ye Gucheng's life. It's just that life itself is a war, big and small, all kinds of wars.
No matter what kind of war, there is usually only one purpose-victory.
Victory means glory, which means honor.
But now for Ye Gucheng, victory has lost its meaning, because his failure is death, and victory is also death.
Because no matter whether he wins or loses, he can't recover his lost honor, and no matter who knows, he can't leave the Forbidden City alive tonight.
So although both of them have the conditions to win, they also have reasons to lose.
Who is responsible for this battle? Who won?
At this time, the starlight and moonlight are even weaker, and all the brilliance between heaven and earth is concentrated on two swords.
Two immortal swords.
The sword has been stabbed!
This sword doesn't stab fast, and the distance between Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng is still far away.
Their blades didn't touch each other and began to change. People move slowly, and the blade becomes fast, because it changes at will before moving.
For others, the war was neither fierce nor exciting.
Wan Wei Tze, Ding Ao, Yin Xian and Fang Tu all shed cold sweat.
These four men are all contemporary first-class swordsmen. They can see that this change in fencing has reached the realm of free will, which is also the supreme realm of martial arts!
If Ye Gucheng's opponent is not Ximen Chuixue, every change of the sword in his hand will be a sword that must be killed and won.
Their swords are integrated with people, and they are already heart swords.
Lu Xiaofeng's hand suddenly left a cold sweat. He suddenly discovered the change of Ximen Chuixue's sword potential. Although it looks flexible, it is actually dull, at least not as light as Ye Gucheng's sword.
Ye Gucheng's sword is like a gust of wind outside the white clouds.
Ximen Chuixue's sword seems to be tied to an invisible line-his wife, his home and his feelings are this invisible line.
Lu Xiaofeng also saw that in the next twenty changes, Ye Gucheng's sword will pierce Ximen Chuixue's throat.
Twenty changes are fleeting.
Lu Xiaofeng's fingertips are already cold.
Now, no one can change the fate of Ximen Chuixue.
Not Lu Xiaofeng, not Ximen Chuixue himself.
The distance between two people is close at hand!
Both swords are fully thrust out!
This is the last sword, and it is the decisive sword.
Until now, Ximen Chuixue found that his sword was one step behind. When his sword pierces Ye Gucheng's chest, Ye Gucheng's sword will surely pierce his throat.
This fate, he had to accept.
But just then, he suddenly found that Ye Gucheng's sword potential appeared deviation, maybe just the deviation between two inches, that is the distance between life and death.
How did this mistake happen?
Is it because Ye Gucheng knows that there is no distance between life and death?
The blade is cold.
The cold blade pierced Ye Gucheng's chest, and he could even feel the blade touching his heart.
Then, he felt an inexplicable stabbing pain, as if he had seen his first lover die on his deathbed.
It's not just pain, but also fear, the fear of despair!
Because he knows that all the joy and beauty in his life will end in an instant.
Now his life is coming to an end, under the sword of Ximen Chuixue!
However, he has no resentment towards Ximen Chuixue, only a kind of gratitude that anyone can never understand.
At this last moment, Ximen Chuixue's sword slowed down, and he was ready to take back the deadly killer.
Ye Gucheng can see this.
He could see that Ximen Chuixue really didn't want to kill him, but he killed him anyway, because Ximen Chuixue knew that he would rather die by this sword.
-since to die, why not die by the sword of Ximen Chuixue?
-can die by the sword of Ximen Chuixue, at least more glorious than other ways to die!
Ximen Chuixue understood his feelings, so he fulfilled him!
So he is grateful!
This kind of understanding and sympathy can only be produced between peerless heroes and heroes.
At this moment, two people's eye contact, Ye Gucheng long spit out a sigh of relief from the bottom of my heart!
"Thank you."
Although he didn't say these three words, it was revealed in his eyes! He knows, Ximen Chuixue will certainly understand!
He fell!
The bright moon is gone, and the starlight is gone, disappearing into the morning light just exposed in the east!
The peerless swordsman finally fell. Will his reputation disappear from now on?
There is a Bai Yunfei on the horizon, and I don't know if I want to bring his bad news back to the sky. Or do you want to pay your last respects to this peerless swordsman?
Dawn has come, but it seems colder and darker between heaven and earth.
Ye Gucheng's face, it seems as if this just exposed dawn, cold, hazy, mysterious!
There is still the last drop of blood on the sword!
Ximen Chuixue blew down gently, looked around on his back, and the heavens and the earth were long. Suddenly, he felt an unspeakable loneliness.
Hide the sword, Ximen Chuixue, picked up Ye Gucheng's body. The sword is cold, and the body is even colder.
The coldest thing is Ximen Chuixue's heart.
The decisive battle that sensationalized the world has passed, and the enemy more worthy of respect than friends has died by his sword. What else in this world can warm his heart again? The blood is heating up again?
Has he decided to hide his sword forever? Like burying Ye Gucheng's body forever? In any case, neither can be violated by anyone. He respects them equally. "
For the twelfth time before and after the decisive battle, the strong enemy has passed.