Zongwu: Yue Lao System, grab Huang Rong

At this time, the momentum of the two confronting each other finally reached its peak.

The snow is getting heavier.

The air was filled with a murderous atmosphere.

Ye Gucheng held his sword high against his chest and spoke first: "My sword is called Juque. It is three feet three inches long and weighs six pounds and four ounces. It is made of cold iron from the bottom of the sea. It is as short as a hair and has been stained with the blood of one hundred and seventy-eight famous swordsmen."

Ximen Chuxue bent his arm and held his sword in front of him. Icy snowflakes fell on the cold sword. The tip of the sword pointed directly at Ye Gucheng. He said coldly, "It's three feet and seven inches long, weighs seven pounds and thirteen ounces, and is made of Western Region black iron. It's no worse than yours."

Ye Gucheng stared at the sword tip and said, "Please."

Ximen Chuxue did not move, his eyes were as sharp as a sword, piercing Ye Gucheng.

The cold is worse than the snow in winter, and the chill is worse than the frost in autumn, which makes people shudder.

But amidst the coldness, there was still a hint of doubt.

When swordsmen of equal strength clash, life and death often depend on a single thought, and there is no room for distraction or carelessness, let alone neglect of any details.

Only by controlling the entire situation, knowing both yourself and your enemy, can you win the battle.

Therefore, every slight movement of the opponent cannot be missed.

The eyes, expressions, and even the twitching of muscles should all be observed carefully.

As a swordsman who is as famous as him, Ye Gucheng couldn't possibly be unaware of this.

But Ye Gucheng didn't do that.

He didn't even look at the key details that could determine victory or defeat.

Such a mistake actually happened to the great Sword Master of the Ming Dynasty?

Ximen Chuxue "253" doesn't understand.

At this time, Ye Gucheng spoke again: "Please."

Ximen Chuxue remained unmoved, his expression still as cold as ice that had stood still for ten thousand years: "Not now."

"cannot?"

"Can't take action."

"why?"

"Because your heart is not at peace yet."

Ye Gucheng was silent.

Ximen Chuixue continued, "If a person's mind is disordered, his swordsmanship will be disordered. If a person's swordsmanship is disordered, he will surely die."

Ye Gucheng remained silent.

The two men were talking in words that no one could understand, but Li Yu, who was watching the battle from a distance, almost vomited blood.

This this……

Such a familiar conversation, such a familiar pretentious style, really made him confused.

Isn't this the same conversation from the original novel when they fought on top of the Forbidden City? How the hell did it end up here?!

Ye Gucheng, why is your heart restless again?

Ximen Chuxue, are you unwilling to take advantage of others again?

No, this time the battlefield has been moved to the Snow Mountain, and the plot of the original novel has gone completely awry. Why are you still pretending to be so cool?

However, in the original novel, the attempt to seize the throne failed. Ye Gucheng didn't know where the mistake in the plan went wrong, and he couldn't calm down. What tricks is he doing this time?

Li Yu couldn't help but ponder.

It’s a pity that his deduction skills cannot calculate human nature, otherwise he would definitely know what’s wrong with Ye Gucheng today.

"Could it be..."

Li Yu looked down at the snow beneath his feet.

In fact, when Li Yu heard that the two had made an appointment to fight at the Snow Mountain, he was curious why they chose such a far and remote location.

Even if we can't find it on the top of the Forbidden City, any mountain should be fine, right?

You are having a fencing competition, not a performance, so why are you so picky about the venue?

However, only the person involved knows the answer to this question, and Li Yu didn't think much about it.

But now it seems that the choice of this location...seems to have some meaning.

Otherwise, Ye Gucheng wouldn't be so upset. There must be some unknown trick.

At the same time, tens of thousands of warriors watching the battle were whispering.

Hua Manlou tilted his head, listened carefully, and asked Lu Xiaofeng beside him, "Something seems to be wrong with Ye Gucheng?"

Lu Xiaofeng stroked his beard with his thumb and said with interest: "Something must have affected Ye Gucheng's mood. Ximen doesn't want to win in an inglorious way."

Hua Manlou nodded and added, "I can already smell the scent of conspiracy in the snow."

Lu Xiaofeng looked at him in surprise: "You can smell this too?"

Hua Manlou smiled slightly: "Everything has a smell."

Lu Xiaofeng found it funny and immediately asked a difficult question: "Then smell it, who will win and who will lose between Ximen and Ye Gucheng?"

Without thinking, Hua Manlou blurted out: "The winner wins, the loser loses."

Lu Xiaofeng was stunned for a moment. This statement... seemed to be correct.

In the field.

Ignoring everyone around him, Ye Gucheng took a deep breath, his expression gradually firmed, and he said frankly: "In this battle, I regard you as a stepping stone for a breakthrough."

Ximen Chuixue didn't care: "Me too."

Ye Gucheng shook his head: "No, we are different."

Ximen Chuixue frowned, then relaxed his brows and said calmly, "In my eyes, there is only the way of the sword."

"Ximen Chuxue, you are a purer swordsman than me..."

Ye Gucheng was calm and composed, and slowly unsheathed the Juque sword. The bright sword edge was whiter than snow and more dazzling than the sky. It was so dazzling as soon as it was unsheathed that people dared not look directly at it.

Ximen Chuxue's eyes lit up.

Ye Gucheng drew his sword faster and faster: "I may lose this sword fight, but you definitely won't. Or you could say you've already won."

Ximen Chuxue didn't want to listen to his half-hearted nonsense. At this moment, his sword heart was trembling because he had met his worthy opponent.

The sword energy emanating from his body became increasingly fierce, giving people a sense of being invincible.

A ray of sword intent filled with endless sharpness pointed at Ye Gucheng from afar, and Ximen Chuxue moved his left wrist slightly.

I couldn't see his movements clearly, but I heard a clear "chi yin" sound, and the long sword was unsheathed and held in my right hand.

With a slight movement of his feet, Ximen Chuxue approached and stabbed with the long sword in his hand. It was simple and unpretentious, without any frills, but because of the extremely fast speed, a sword flower was created.

The sword light was as bright as snow, and several cold stars quickly enlarged in Ye Gucheng's pupils.

The oncoming sword flowers are extremely gorgeous, but they also contain infinite murderous intent. If you hesitate for a moment, there will be a dozen more holes on your body.

Ye Gucheng's sword heart was steady. He was not in a hurry. He casually stabbed the sword diagonally to the lower left, and then swung it to the upper right.

It was a simple move, but it blocked all of Ximen Chuxue's sword power.

Ximen Chuxue's sword turned back slightly and then moved forward, taking advantage of the gap. The speed of the sword was so fast that only fragments of afterimages could be seen, and even the entire right arm could not be seen.

Ah Fei, who had just arrived with Li Xunhuan, had his eyes light up and burned with heat. He stared at Ximen Chuxue's movements intently and could no longer move.

Li Xunhuan had already seen Li Yu's figure and was about to go over, but when he noticed Ah Fei's condition, he had to stop.

He didn't dare to leave the person here. If someone took the opportunity to attack him, he would regret it.

After wandering the world for many years, Li Xunhuan never felt that the quality of the people in the world was so low.

Even if there is no hatred or grudge, it is common to be inexplicably tricked by others.

Ah Fei has obviously entered the state of "enlightenment on the sword", which undoubtedly makes people envious and jealous.

And jealousy is the source of trouble.

"Brother Li is also watching the battle, so he shouldn't leave halfway. A short delay won't be a problem."

Thinking of this, Li Xunhuan protected Ah Fei while also looking at the two swordsmen.

Ye Gucheng's sword was not as fast as Ximen Chuxue's, but it was lighter, and it was ethereal and unpredictable, gathering and dispersing at random, like a flowing cloud, which took all of Ximen Chuxue's swords in the blink of an eye.

The two men had two swords, one was "fast" and the other was "illusive". They dismantled hundreds of each other's swords, and neither of them gained the slightest advantage.

Suddenly, the tips of the two swords simultaneously released two-foot-long sword beams, greatly increasing their attack range, and fiercely slashed towards each other. ⑵

The sudden change made Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng's hair stand on end, and they drew their swords to block and dodge.

It was obvious that he was waiting for an opportunity to change his sword technique, hoping to catch his opponent off guard, but unexpectedly, they both had the same idea.

In this way, it seems like we have arranged to rehearse a performance.

Without time to think, the two of them quickly retreated and advanced, but this time they kept a certain distance, swinging their swords straight and attacking each other with sword light...

Sword energy danced wildly, the snow exploded, countless piles of snow mixed with the falling snow from the sky, and the figures of the two people, who were also dressed in white as white as snow, became increasingly blurred.

The spectators could only see the flashing sword light in the field, reflecting the bright and clear light.

As the battle intensified, people could no longer tell which figure was which.

In just half a cup of tea,

Suddenly, the sword energy broke through the air, and a long cry shook the sky!

The snowflakes falling from the sky paused, and then were pulled by a mysterious force, gradually gathering together and moving in a regular trajectory.

The sky, already gloomy due to the snow, became even darker, as if it had turned into a gray ocean. The pulled snowflakes condensed into long, shining rainbows, like a group of snakes swimming in the sea.

Each "sea snake" exudes infinite sword energy, which is also the source of their infinite light.

The crowd roared and there was a lot of noise.

“It actually affected the celestial phenomena!”

"Is someone about to become a Saint? Aren't they all mid-stage Grandmasters? It seems Ximen Chuxue has only just achieved a breakthrough."