infinite dream system

Chapter 312 Ximen Chuixue
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.

Ye Gucheng couldn't see this person clearly, he just saw a figure whiter than the fog and the moon.

However, he already knew who this person was.Because, he suddenly felt an indescribable sword energy, like an invisible mountain peak, pressing down on him.

His pupils suddenly contracted, and his muscles tensed suddenly.Except for Ximen Chuuxue, there will never be another person in the sky and on earth who can give him this kind of pressure.

When he saw Ximen Chuuxue's face clearly, his figure stopped suddenly.

There was a sword in Ximen Chuuxue's palm, the sword was still in its sheath, and the sword energy did not come from this sword.However, his people are sharper and fiercer than swords.

When their eyes met, it was like a clash of swords.Neither of them moved, but this static pressure was stronger and more terrifying than movement.

A fallen leaf floated over, floated between them, and immediately fell, even the wind could not blow it.

Although this pressure is invisible, it is by no means invisible.

Ximen Chuuxue suddenly said: "You learn sword?"

Ye Gucheng said: "I am the sword."

Ximen Chuixue said: "Do you know what is the essence of Dao sword?"

Ye Gucheng said: "You say it!"

Ximen Chuixue said, "It's sincerity."

Ye Gucheng said: "Sincere?"

Ximen Chuixue said: "Only with sincerity and sincerity can one reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship! A dishonest person is not good enough for swordsmanship."

Ye Gucheng's pupils suddenly contracted.

Ximen Chuuxue stared at him: "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 swordsmanship is even more endless."

Ye Gucheng said: "Since you have learned swordsmanship, you should know that those who learn swordsmanship only need to be sincere to the sword, not to 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.

Although the bright moon has set in the west, the fog has not yet risen.

Lu Xiaofeng suddenly walked over from under the moonlight, staring at Ximen Chuixue all the time.

Ximen Chuuxue didn't look at him.

Lu Xiaofeng suddenly asked: "Is this battle really imperative?"

Ximen Chuixue said, "En."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "And then?"

Ximen Chuixue said: "Then it disappeared."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "You mean, whether you win or lose this battle, you don't care about it anymore?"

Ximen Chuixue said: "Yes."

Lu Xiaofeng sighed softly, and suddenly smiled: "It's already the night of the full moon, but this is not the top of the Forbidden City. Since your battle is imperative, why do you let those who came from thousands of miles go back and forth in vain ?”

Ye Gucheng was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said: "Lu Xiaofeng, you really deserve to be called Lu Xiaofeng."

Ximen Chuixue said, "Okay."

………………

Although the moon has sunk in the west, it looks more round.

A full moon seems to be hanging under the cornice of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, but Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue are already on the cornice.

There were many people, but no one dared to speak out.

Even masters like Sikong Zhaixing, Honest Monk, and Mu Taoist have shut their mouths, because they can also feel that kind of pressure.

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

Ye Gucheng's sword was out of its sheath, and the sword seemed pale even under the moonlight.

Pale moon, pale sword, pale face.

Ye Gucheng stared at Jianfeng, and said slowly: "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, every look, every expression, and even the beating of every muscle should be carefully observed by the other party, so as not to miss a single bit.

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 Ye Gucheng's hand, but also his face, as if he could 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; if his swordsmanship is disordered, he will surely die."

Ye Gucheng sneered: "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 Fuxue nodded: "I believe, I won't have to wait long."

Ye Gucheng suddenly raised his head, staring at Ximen Chuixue, 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.

Ye Gucheng said: "I won't let you wait for long, while you are waiting, can I talk to someone?"

Ximen Chuuxue said: "Speaking can calm your mind?"

Ye Gucheng said: "Only talking to one person can calm my mind."

Ximen Chuuxue asked, "Who is this person?"

He didn't have to ask this sentence.

What Ye Gucheng said was of course Lu Xiaofeng, because only Lu Xiaofeng could answer the question in his heart.

So, Lu Xiaofeng sat down beside Ye Gucheng, and the bright moon hung behind him and above his head, it looked like the ring of light behind the head of a god or Buddha.

Then, the two talked for a long time, and Ye Gucheng finally solved the doubt in his heart, and he also knew why Lu Xiaofeng came here in time.

Ye Gucheng stared at Lu Xiaofeng, and suddenly said: "You are not a god."

Then, he stood up, walked a few steps, turned his head suddenly, and said to Lu Xiaofeng: "No matter what, you are always my friend..."

Lu Xiaofeng watched him stride far away, towards Ximen Chuixue, and suddenly felt that the autumn wind was as cold as the end of winter.

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

The stars are as light as a dream... like a lover's dream.

Lovers are always the cutest, but sometimes, enemies are cuter than lovers, although such things are rare.

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!
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.Their hatred is nothing more than a kind of innate, inevitable hatred that is both wonderful and stupid, stupid and wonderful!

Maybe what Ye Gucheng hates is, 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?

………………

Now, it's time for a decisive battle.

In the sky and on the earth, no one or anything can stop this decisive battle.This moment may be very short, but there are many people who have given their all to wait for this moment!
At this moment, Ye Sheng's mind was always staring at the swords of Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng, paying attention to their every slight movement, every look, every expression, and even the beating of every muscle.

Flying Immortals!

Sword of the Sword God!

Who will lose this battle?Who wins?

At this time, the light of the stars and the moon became even fainter, and all the brilliance of the heaven and the earth had been concentrated on the two immortal swords.

The sword has been pierced!

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

Before their swords touched, they had already started to move constantly.Although the two of them moved very slowly, the blade's edge changed very quickly, because before they even made a move, they had already changed as they wished.

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

But 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 contemporary era, and they can see 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.

Both of them are already a sword and a person, this is already a heart sword.

Cold sweat suddenly broke out on Lu Xiaofeng's hands.Because he suddenly discovered that although the movement of Ximen Chuixue's sword seems flexible, it is 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.

But Ximen Chuuxue's sword seemed to be tied with an invisible thread... His wife, his home, and his feelings were all this invisible thread.

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

Twenty changes, passing by in an instant.

Lu Xiaofeng's fingertips were already cold.

Now, no one can change the fate of Ximen Chuuxue.Lu Xiaofeng couldn't, and Ximen Chuuxue couldn't either.

The distance between two people is already close at hand!

Both swords have been stabbed out with all their strength!

This is already the last sword, the sword that decides the outcome!
Until now, Ximen Chuuxue realized that his sword was a step too slow... When his sword pierced Ye Gucheng's chest, Ye Gucheng's sword would also pierce his throat.

He couldn't help but accept this fate.

However, at this moment, Ximen Chuuxue suddenly discovered that Ye Gucheng's sword power had deviated!Maybe it's just a deviation of one or two inches, but the distance of one or two inches is already the distance between life and death.

How did this error happen?

Is it because Ye Gucheng himself already knew that there is no distance between his own life and death?

The blade is cold.

The icy sword edge had pierced Ye Gucheng's chest.He could even feel that the tip of the sword touched his heart.

Then, he felt a strange tingling pain, just like the stinging pain he felt when he saw his first lover die on the sick bed.

It wasn't just pain, it was fear... hopeless fear!

Because he knows that all the joy and good things in his life will end in an instant.

Now, his life is about to end...under the sword of Ximen Chuuxue!
However, he didn't have any resentment towards Ximen Chuuxue, only a kind of gratitude that no one could ever understand.

At this last moment, Ximen Chuuxue's sword also slowed down, ready to withdraw this fatal move.

Ye Gucheng could see that Ximen Chuuxue really didn't want to kill him, but he killed him anyway.

Because Ximen Chuuxue knew that Ye Gucheng would rather die by this sword.

——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 much more honorable than other ways of dying!

Ximen Chuuxue understood Ye Gucheng's feeling, so he fulfilled him!
So Ye Gucheng is grateful!

This kind of understanding and sympathy can only be produced between peerless heroes and heroes.

At this moment, the eyes of the two people made contact, and Ye Gucheng let out a long breath from the bottom of his heart!

"Thank you."

Although he didn't say these three words, they were already revealed in his eyes!He knew that Ximen Chuuxue would also understand!
So, he fell down!

The moon is gone, the starlight is gone...in the first dawn in the east.

This peerless swordsman finally fell down.Will his reputation disappear from now on?
A white cloud flew over from the sky, and I don't know if it wanted to bring his sad news back to the sky, or came here specially to pay last respects to this peerless swordsman?

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

At this moment, Ye Gucheng's face is as cold, hazy, and mysterious as the dawn that has just emerged!

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.

He hid the sword and picked up Ye Gucheng's body.

The sword is cold, and the corpse is 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 under his sword.

What else in this world can make his heart warm again?Blood reheated?

Had he resolved to hide his sword forever?Like burying Ye Gucheng's body forever?
In any case, these two are absolutely not allowed to be violated by anyone, and deserve everyone's respect.

At this time, Ye Sheng let out a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but use the illusion of "Legend of Lu Xiaofeng" in the ball to think carefully about Ximen Chuuxue's extraordinary life, so as to comprehend the artistic conception of the sword god!
(End of this chapter)