Ximen Chuixue walked in quietly, a little different from usual. There was a trace of sadness on his frosty face.
Who was he?
He was the Sword God. He learned swordsmanship at the age of seven and achieved success in seven years. So far, he had never met a worthy opponent. His swordsmanship was superb, and his swordsmanship was sharp. He was close to the realm of God because he was ruthless.
But, what could make him worried?
"Tonight, I will fight with Ye Gu Cheng. If I lose, I will use everything I have in exchange for the happiness of one person. Is that okay with you?" Ximen Chuixue's cold face revealed a trace of tenderness in his eyes. He was no longer a God because he had fallen in love. He was a Sword God who had fallen into the mortal world.
"Who?" Zhou Yang asked. Although he already had a guess in his heart, because there were only a few people who Ximen Chuixue really cared about.
"My wife," Ximen Chuixue said coldly.
Ximen Chui Xue coldly said. He was afraid. Ximen Chui Xue had never thought that there would be a day where he would worry about his feelings. However, on the eve of his battle with Ye Gu Cheng, he realized that his love for his wife was beyond his imagination. He was worried that if he died in battle, there would be no one to take care of his pregnant wife.
Zhou Yang nodded slightly and asked with some doubt, "Why do you still want to compete with swordsmanship?"
Ye Gu Cheng looked at others disdainfully and once sighed that he was a lonely master.
Therefore, he participated in the South Prince's plot to usurp the throne. He planned to take advantage of the duel with Ximen Chuixue at the top of the Forbidden City to transfer all the inner palace guards away so that the South Prince could seize the throne.
The reason why he did this was because his swordsmanship had reached perfection, and he had no more desires. He felt lonely at the top, so he wanted to realize a greater ambition. It could also be said that he wanted to pass the rest of his boring life.
Did Ye Gu Cheng think that there were no opponents in the other worlds now?
"Because he is Ye Gu Cheng," Ximen Chuixue said lightly. A real swordsman, once he decided on something, he would finish it. Moreover, there would be a battle between them eventually.
After saying this, Ximen Chuixue turned and left without a trace of hesitation.
This was Ximen Chuixue!
His snow-white robe.
His snow-white sword edge.
His snow-white profile.
His snow-white loneliness.
If one's heart was tainted, one's sword would definitely be weak!
Right now, the filth in Ye Gu Cheng's heart had probably been removed. Zhou Yang could not be sure what the final outcome would be.
On the night of the full moon, at the summit of the Forbidden City, a sword came from the west, and an immortal flew from the heavens.
Zhou Yang couldn't help but mutter to himself. This was a battle between two peerless swordsmen. It was a pity that Zhou Yang couldn't go, as this world required more than 1,000 Value Points.
After Zhou Yang had exchanged for the Maoshan Daoist Art, he did not have many points left.
"By the way, we can sell tickets." Zhou Yang's eyes turned slightly. He couldn't help thinking that there would be many peerless swordsmen wanting to watch the battle between the two peerless swordsmen.
"On the night of the full moon, at the peak of the Forbidden City, a sword comes from the west, a flying immortal from beyond the heavens. Ye Gu Cheng and Ximen Chui Xue will be fighting in the Forbidden City tonight. Anyone who wants to watch the battle will only have to pay 100 value points. "After Zhou Yang sent out the announcement, he waited quietly at Wanjie Lou for the others to arrive.
He smiled proudly in the World of Martial Arts.
Yue Buqun had already measured the sword in his hand and weighed it.
"The sword is made of thousand-year-old cold iron. It can cut a hair with a single blow. The sword edge is three feet and four inches, and it weighs seven kilograms." Yue Buqun would secretly go to the top of the mountain in the dead of night to practice this line, posing in all kinds of poses.
The time for the Five Sacred Mountains Sword Competition was getting closer and closer. If he didn't practice now, how could he compete with Ye Gu Cheng?
Yue Buqun recalled Ye Gu Cheng's expression and movements at the time, then changed his pose again.
"On the night of the full moon, at the peak of the Forbidden City, a sword comes from the west, a flying immortal from beyond the heavens …" Yue Buqun's face slightly twitched. How long had it been? He had thought that the dialogue he had just practiced was already very impressive, but now they were fighting at the peak of the Forbidden City, in the royal palace.
Just based on this unique arena, it was already far superior to everyone else. How could they have thought of this place?
Originally, he had heard that the people from the world of The Legend of the Condor Heroes thought that they were very powerful at the Sword Competition on Mount Hua, but now he felt that they were just so-so. There were too many mountains in the world, but there was only one emperor, and there was only one royal palace. This was the place where the real masters competed.
Should he change the place for the Five Sacred Mountains Sword Competition? Where?
Yue Buqun frowned. In the royal palace, his group of people wouldn't even be able to touch a corner of the palace. They would be directly killed by the army.
"Let's go find Uncle-Master Feng first." Yue Buqun was a little helpless. 100 value points was already a very large number for him. It was far beyond his ability to pay.
Yue Buqun walked towards the back of the mountain. Ever since Feng Qingyang had been defeated by Ye Gu Cheng, he had secluded himself in the back of Mount Hua, trying to get rid of the Solitary Nine Swords.
However, how could it be so easy? The Solitary Nine Swords was one of the top sword techniques in the world. These years, Feng Qingyang had already immersed himself in the Solitary Nine Swords. If he didn't have a great opportunity now, he would never be able to get rid of the Solitary Nine Swords.
"Is Uncle-Master Feng here?" Yue Buqun ran to the back of the mountain and shouted.
He didn't know where Feng Qingyang was in seclusion.
"What's the matter?" Feng Qingyang walked out of a cave, his voice was filled with exhaustion.
Yue Buqun looked at Feng Qingyang in a daze. His white hair was messy, his white robes were stained, and his eyes were dull. Was this still the sage-like, peerless and indifferent Uncle-Master Feng Qingyang used to be?
But now, he looked like a beggar on the side of the road.
"Uncle-Master Feng, Ye Gu Cheng and Ximen Chuixue are going to have a sword competition in the Forbidden City. Would you like to go and watch?" Yue Buqun asked cautiously. Right now, he was just trying to suck up to Feng Qingyang. Whether he could go or not depended on Feng Qingyang.
"Ye Gu Cheng and Ximen Chuixue?" Feng Qingyang had a bitter expression on his face. Of those two young men, one had already defeated him, and the other was probably not any weaker than him.
"But, I don't have money. Does Sect Master want to invite me?" Feng Qingyang's expression suddenly changed.
Yue Buqun's face couldn't help but twitch, "Uncle-Master Feng, you want a hundred taels of silver? I do have it, but I don't have a single point of value."
"Uncle-Master Feng, you should hurry up and exchange the Solitary Nine Swords. Last time, you also saw the descendant of Dugu Qiubai appear. Who knows if they've made a deal or not? If you don't exchange it now, the Solitary Nine Swords might lose their effectiveness. Without a certain point of value, how are you going to go to the other worlds?" Yue Buqun tried to persuade him.
"Alright, I'll go now." Feng Qingyang's face twitched as he disappeared from the back of Mount Hua together with Yue Buqun.
The world of the Divine Condor Heroes.
"This sword is made of extraterrestrial star stones. It can cut a hair with a single blow. The sword edge is three feet and five inches, and it weighs five and a half kilograms." Guo Xiang was holding a cyan sword in her hand as she spoke to Guo Fu, who was standing opposite her. The two of them were just practicing martial arts as usual.
Guo Fu heard this and said with a serious face, "This sword is made of ordinary iron. It can cut iron like mud. The sword edge is three feet and seven inches, and it weighs six and a half kilograms.
Before a martial arts competition, self-reporting the quality of one's weapon had become a trend in the world of The Condor Heroes. If you didn't before a martial arts competition, people would look down on you like a country bumpkin and feel ashamed to compete with you.
"Well, wait a minute." Guo Xiang looked at Guo Fu, who was about to pull out her sword and shouted loudly.
"On the night of the full moon, on the top of the forbidden city, a sword from the west, flying immortal from the sky …" Guo Xiang's big eyes couldn't help but light up. "Sister, let's go to the roof to compete."
Guo Fu was speechless.
In the Emotionless Sword World of the Passionate Swordsman.
In a small restaurant.
A man in white was sitting in a corner, slowly drinking wine as if there was no one else around.
He was very tall, and looked very handsome. However, he looked very haggard and sick. From time to time, he bent over and coughed, as if he would fall down at any time, but also as if he would never fall down.
The corners of his eyes were full of wrinkles, and each wrinkle seemed to be filled with the sorrow and misfortune of his life. Only his eyes were young.
This was a strange pair of eyes. They seemed to be green, like willow branches in the spring wind, gentle and lively, or like the sea under the summer sun, full of pleasant vitality.
"On the night of the full moon, on the top of the forbidden city, a sword from the west, flying immortal from the sky …" The man in white smiled slightly, and his eyes were full of interest.
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The third watch should be around 11 pm!!!
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