Every time I wake up, I take the blame for the villain

Ximen Chuxue's body was already red like plum blossoms, but at this moment, the sword in his hand suddenly fell to the ground with a clang. He stood at the corner of the eaves, facing Ye Gucheng in his eyes, and said coldly, "Do you know what it means to be truly swordless?"

He said, "There is no sword in my hand, but there are swords everywhere!"

Jiang Chen lowered his eyes and looked at the cold iron sword in his hand. Hearing this, he did not waver at all, "People control the sword, so it cannot betray."

Ximen Chuxue said coldly, "No matter what sword it is, it will be the sword that defeats the enemy."

His eyes were as cold as the sword.

Indifferent and ruthless.

This is Ximen Chuxue.

The sword is ruthless, and he is also ruthless!

The unity of man and sword, this is the true meaning of swordsmanship he has comprehended.

This is the highest realm of swordsmanship he recognizes!

His eyes have begun to shine, even if he has been injured, it still can't stop his enthusiasm for swordsmanship.

In contrast, Ye Gucheng's eyes were dark and gloomy. It was obvious that he was not as eager for this battle as Ximen Chuxue.

The wind was like a sharp blade, and it had become Ximen Chuxue's sword.

The falling green leaves had stopped, and the leaf edges shone with a metallic cold light under the moonlight.

This was also Ximen Chuxue's sword.

Everything in the world had become a sword in his hand.

And Ye Gucheng just stood there. He did not move, and it seemed that he had no intention of moving.

The cold leaves hit his cheek, with blood stains, but he still did not move.

Sikong Zhaixing sat on a branch in the distance. A fat monk holding a steamed bun stood at his feet.

Seeing this, the honest monk shuddered, "Who do you think will win?"

Sikong Zhaixing stared at the branch and sighed slowly, "No matter who it is, those who remain will shock this martial arts world, and those who die will make this martial arts world regretful."

After he said this, the honest monk bit half of his steamed bun and dropped it to the ground, smashing the dead leaves.

He opened his eyes and stared at the branch without blinking.

Sikong Zhaixing turned his head and stared.

All the people who were watching openly or secretly stared.

The moon is like a round disk.

The white clothes in the round disk fell from the branch in the cold moonlight, fell into the shadow, and fell into the darkness.

Who is it? Who wins and who loses?

They looked at the branch, and the moon and white clouds were hanging on the branch.

His white clothes were still spotless.

The tip of his sword dripped with blood like red plums.

…

Red plums have a time to bloom, and naturally there will be a day to wither.

A person has his glory, and he must also have his loss.

Ximen Chuxue, he has reached the glory of no sword, but he also ushered in the loss of death.

When a person dies, everything will turn into dust.

You can't bring anything with you when you are born, and you can't take anything with you when you die.

No one will deny that he is a top swordsman.

But...

No matter how good the sword is, it will eventually break.

What about people?

The full moon on the fifteenth day of the month.

He has been buried on the land where plum blossoms are withering.

The plum blossoms have fallen, the long sword has broken, and the person has passed away.

Is Ye Gucheng his opponent?

No, I'm afraid there is no opponent in this world.

Not only because of his flawless sword intention, but because all the moves are no longer effective against him. His eyes are the best eyes that martial artists want. Because no matter what, in his eyes, there are already flaws.

What kind of person is this?

Is there really nothing that can defeat him?

Can he always be an unattainable flawless white cloud?

A person who is forced to do nothing.

Maybe there is.

Maybe not.

But it is destined that the people present will never know these answers.

Everyone saw him jump off the branch and walk to Ximen Chuxue, but he did nothing.

Everyone's eyes fell on this winner.

Fairy from the sky, flawless and spotless.

He knows a lot of swordsmanship.

But Jiang Chen felt that what Ximen Chuxue wanted to see was just Fairy from the sky.

Hua Manlou sighed slightly and climbed out of the wooden window of the house. He squatted down, folded a bunch of flowers and put them on Ximen Chuxue, and his eyes fell on Ximen Chuxue's face.

He couldn't see it, but he could imagine it.

Ximen Chuxue, there would be no fear of death on his face. Only enthusiasm for swordsmanship. Expectation for Ye Gucheng's last sword.

Even, there might be a faint smile on his face.

Is it because he finally saw the top swordsmanship?

Is it because he saw the real unrestrained Fairy from the sky sword?

Is it because he finally pursued the supreme sword intent in his heart?

Why?

No one can answer this question after all.

Ximen Chuxue has gone away with Meixiang after all.

Hua Manlou seemed a little sad. Seeing life passing away in front of him, it was difficult for Hua Manlou not to be sad. "Someone will always die."

"After all... this is inevitable after all."

"But I don't understand him."

"Life is so beautiful, but he chose such a cold end."

Jiang Chen lowered his eyes and did not respond.

There was silence all around.

Perhaps many people, like Ximen Chuxue, have been defeated by the sword intent that looks flawless and pure.

His sword is so ethereal and light.

It's just that Ximen Chuxue died as a person, and they gave up.

The heart to attack Ye Gucheng.

Jiang Chen stood with a sword on his back, "Where is Lu Xiaofeng?"

Hua Manlou was slightly stunned, and slowly shook his head, "There is no news yet."

He didn't know why Ye Gucheng mentioned Lu Xiaofeng at this time. Because when Ximen Chuxue came, none of them had any news about Lu Xiaofeng. Ye Gucheng knew it.

But this question was not asked to Hua Manlou.

Ye Gucheng's sword was making people feel timid.

But he asked about Lu Xiaofeng at this time.

It turned out that he came for Lu Xiaofeng.

Everyone thought so.

And one of the people present was planning to plot against Lu Xiaofeng.

So, when Ye Gucheng suddenly mentioned Lu Xiaofeng, when he mentioned that he wanted to find Lu Xiaofeng, someone's heart was already restless secretly.

Just because this person knew about Lu Xiaofeng's whereabouts.

He had a ghost in his heart.

People with ghosts will always be afraid when they hear some wind and grass.

His breath was unstable for a moment.

Ye Gucheng's figure had disappeared beside Hua Manlou.

Mu Daoren's heart sank. He turned his head.

Behind him was Ye Gucheng's spotless white clothes.

Under the moonlight, his eyes could not reflect any light, and he could still vaguely see some unclear gloom.

Jiang Chen slowly opened his mouth, "Where is Lu Xiaofeng now?"

He asked quite confidently.

Those indifferent eyes seemed to have seen through all the secrets.

Cold sweat had already flowed down. The night wind blew, and there was a chill.

Mu Daoren saw his blood-stained sword.

He turned his head again, looked at the honest monk beside him, looked at the Xiaoxiang swordsman, and looked at the few people standing with him.

Ye Gucheng, are you asking him?

Ye Gucheng, he was indeed asking him.

"How do I know this?" Mu Daoren calmed down and soon became calm.

"Where is Lu Xiaofeng?" Jiang Chen's eyes were slightly cold.

"...I don't know."

He refused to change his words.

Hua Manlou raised his eyebrows, turned his head and looked at Mu Daoren, and smiled, "Master, did you find Xiaofeng?" He also had some doubts in his heart. Because Ye Gucheng would not point out Mu Daoist for no reason at this time.

Mu Daoist is not a cunning person after all.

At this time, he seemed a little embarrassed, a little embarrassed for not getting the result, and a little embarrassed for being accused, "Mr. Hua, you are joking. If I have news about Lu Xiaofeng, why would I hide it from everyone?"

Hua Manlou frowned slightly and saw that Ye Gucheng's sword had fallen on his neck, "City Lord, the Taoist priest is also Lu Xiaofeng's friend after all."

Jiang Chen did not answer, but just said to Mu Daoist, "I ask, where is Lu Xiaofeng?"

There was no expression on his face.

There was still bright red blood on his sword.

But his posture was so elegant and calm, as if he didn't hold the murderous sword in his hand.

But only the Taoist who was facing him and closest to him could see the gloom rising in his eyes.

When the bright sword light came together, Mu Daoist knew that something was wrong.

He wanted to hide, but he didn't hide after all.

His heart was suddenly filled with panic.

What kind of swordsmanship is this?

Flawless and spotless.

Fairy from the sky.

Mu Dao Ren always said that he was the best at chess, second at drinking, and third at swordsmanship.

But this was a humble statement after all.

In terms of overall martial arts, he did not think he was much worse than Ximen Chuxue or Ye Gucheng.

They were originally equal in fame.

But at this time, he could not dodge Ye Gucheng's sword.

He could not dodge at all.

But he must not expose the matter of Lu Xiaofeng and Ghost Villa at this time, and what he did could not be exposed.

For his grand ambitions!

He said, "I didn't find Lu Xiaofeng."

"Really?" His sword was so fast that Mu Dao Ren felt the pain when his flesh fell to the ground.

This was simply an insult to people.

He clearly had the ability to kill, but he was just threatening.

But when Mu Dao Ren saw his eyes, he suddenly dared not say much. Those were eyes that came out of hell. There was no human spirit at all.

Taoist Mu frowned, but he looked a little timid, "What are you going to do?"

"Is Lu Xiaofeng more important, or is Wudang more important?"

Hua Manlou squatted on the side, listening to the two people's words, and suddenly didn't want to speak out to stop them. He looked at Ximen Chuxue who had disappeared. He had already felt that Taoist Mu was hiding something from them, and he was guilty.

But Hua Manlou still said, "City Lord..."

His current state is really chilling.

Hua Manlou could feel the silence and pain of dying.

Jiang Chen turned his face, his face was quite calm, "What's the matter?"

Hua Manlou frowned, and suddenly said, "You should wipe the sword."

Jiang Chen paused.

He looked at the sword and saw the blood on the sword that had stagnated.

He took out a piece of white silk from his arms and wiped off the blood on it.

He wiped the sword, and the blood rushed to his face. He didn't pay any attention to Taoist Mu's meaning. Everyone only saw that Ye Gucheng's face had changed from ugly to very ugly.

This time he did not ask Lu Xiaofeng the same question, which should have made Mu Dao Ren relieved, but his next question made Mu Dao Ren's heart rise to his throat, because he asked, "Which direction is Ghost Manor?"

The author has something to say: You want Yu Luosha to appear for Ximen Chuxue? ? ?

To be honest, I actually didn't plan to let him come out...

But if you are sure you want him to appear, that's fine...

Then, fight and kill again (laugh and cry. jpg)