Daming: I just passed the imperial examination, and you told me this is Zongwu

On the night of the full moon, the world-renowned war began.

The Yellow River flows far away among the white clouds, and there is a lonely city on the ten thousand-foot mountain.

Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows? The spring breeze does not reach Yumen Pass.

Ye Gucheng, a white cloud city lord who is in a high place and free and easy among the white clouds.

The moon reflects the frost on the cold mountain top, and he stands proudly in the vastness with his hands behind his back.

The white snow on the end of the clothes falls in the wind, and the peach blossoms at the bottom of the sword are full of blood fragrance.

The cold light appears suddenly, dividing the day and night, and often covers the desolation with the madness.

Who can understand the loneliness of the high platform? I remember the lonely city with thousands of trees in the distance.

Ximen Chuxue, a white sleeve like snow, a white sword like snow, a white profile like snow, a white loneliness like snow, a person like white snow.

He stood between heaven and earth, expressionless, as if seeing nothing, raised the sword in his hand, and said coldly:"This sword is the sharpest weapon in the world, the sword edge is three feet seven inches, and the net weight is seven pounds and thirteen ounces.

" Ye Gucheng also raised the sword in his hand, and said:"This sword is the elite cold sword from overseas, it can cut hair with a blow.

The sword edge is three feet three inches, and the net weight is six pounds and four ounces.

" Ximen Chuxue suddenly said:"You learn sword.

" Ye Gucheng said:"I am the sword.

" Ximen Chuxue said:"Do you know the essence of sword?" Ye Gucheng said:"You say.

" Ximen Chuxue said :"It's about sincerity.

" Ye Gucheng said:"Sincerity!

" Ximen Chuxue said:"Only those with sincerity and righteousness can reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship.

Those who are not sincere are not worthy of talking about swordsmanship at all.

" Ye Gucheng's pupils suddenly contracted.

Ximen Chuixue stared at him and said,"You are not sincere.

" Ye Gucheng was silent for a long time, and suddenly asked,"You are learning swordsmanship.

" Ximen Chuixue said,"Learning is endless, and swordsmanship is even more endless.

" Ye Gucheng said,"Since you are learning swordsmanship, you should know that people who learn swordsmanship only need to be sincere to the sword, not to people.

" After Ye Gucheng finished speaking, he took the lead.

It seemed that he and the sword had merged into one.

The sword light was like a piece of silk or a flying rainbow, piercing straight forward.

The sword light was brilliant and swift, without any changes, and there was not even a follow-up move.

All the power of the whole body was dissolved into this sword.

Sometimes no change is the best change.

This sword was formed before the move was made, and the spirit remained after the move was made.

The hardness was turned into the softness, and the change was turned into the change.

It can indeed be regarded as a swordsmanship unparalleled in the world.

Ximen Chuixue also made a move.

Suddenly, it was like a spring breeze, thousands of pear trees blossomed, like a surging river, and the momentum was surging, and it was also like a snowstorm, and the cold was biting.

The speed of their swords seemed to have no difference in speed.

At this time, the starlight and moonlight seemed to be dim, and all the brilliance between heaven and earth was concentrated on the two swords.

Two immortal swords!

The swords have been thrust out, and the thrust of the swords is not fast.

The distance between Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng is still far.

Their swords have not touched each other, but they have begun to change constantly.

People move very slowly, but the changes of the swords are very fast, because they have already been at their will before they have used their moves.

In the eyes of ordinary people, this battle is neither fierce nor exciting.

But Yu Huatian, Duan Tianya, Lengxue and others who were watching the battle have all shed cold sweat.

These three people are all first-class swordsmen of the contemporary era.

He can see that the changes in this swordsmanship have reached the realm of doing whatever he wants, which is the supreme realm in swordsmanship.

If Ye Gucheng's opponent was not Ximen Chuxue, every change of his sword would be a sure-kill and sure-win sword.

Their swords and people are one, this is the sword of the heart.

In the distance, Lu Xiaofeng's hands suddenly sweated.

He suddenly found that the changes in Ximen Chuxue's sword seemed to be flexible, but in fact they were sluggish, at least not as ethereal and flowing as Ye Gucheng's sword.

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

Ximen Chuxue's sword seemed to be tied with an invisible line.

His wife, his home, and his feelings were this invisible line.

Lu Xiaofeng had also seen that in the next twenty changes, Ye Gucheng's sword would pierce Ximen Chuxue's throat.

The twentieth change passed in an instant, and Lu Xiaofeng's fingertips were already cold.

Now, no one can change Ximen Chuxue's fate, Lu Xiaofeng can't, and Ximen Chuxue himself can't.

The distance between the two people is very close.

Both swords have been thrust out with full force.

This was the last sword strike, the sword that would decide the outcome.

It was not until now that Ximen Chuxue realized that his sword was a step slower.

His sword pierced into Ye Gucheng's chest, and Ye Gucheng's sword was about to pierce his throat.

He had no choice but to accept this fate.

But at this moment, he suddenly discovered that Ye Gucheng's sword had deviated, perhaps only an inch or two, but it was the distance between life and death.

But how could such a mistake happen? Did Ye Gucheng want to die? He wanted to stop his sword, but it was too late.

If nothing unexpected happened, his sword would have pierced into Ye Gucheng's chest.

Could it be that, on the top of the Forbidden City, on the night of the full moon, in the battle between the Sword Gods, Ye Gucheng's fate could not be rewritten after all? At this critical moment,

""Clang!" A long spear with a cold glow came flying from a distance, as fast as lightning.

""The power-absorbing technique!" With a roar,

Ximen Chuxue's sword slowed down a little, just a little, but that was enough.