Chapter 150: Final fusion, becoming a skill and asking for a monthly ticket)
The black shadow in the sky moved to the top of the Forbidden City, lingered for a while, seemed to hesitate, and finally slowly left.
Ziqin almost laughed out loud as he ran. These guys in red shoes weren't really brave. At least they didn't dare to drop bombs on the top of the Forbidden City.
Blowing up a building in the palace and blowing up the Forbidden City are completely different concepts.
Fortunately, these guys didn't have the guts, otherwise Ye Gucheng might not have been able to escape death. No matter how generous the young emperor was, he probably wouldn't be able to tolerate the insult of being blown up by the Forbidden Palace. You know, this is almost equivalent to declaring war.
Quickening his pace, Ziqin had reached the top of the Forbidden City in a few blinks of an eye.
Slight sighs sounded at the same time.
"I thought you ran away somewhere, but I didn't expect you to go around the inner courtyard of the palace."
Lu Xiaofeng's figure appeared next to Ziqin, with a faint smile in his eyes and a hint of meaning. Ziqin knew that this guy must have seen something, but wouldn't the current situation be the best?
situation.
Lu Xiaofeng is a smart man. He has cracked many conspiracies, but fortunately he is not a person like Conan, so there is only one word like "truth" in his dictionary.
Sometimes the bad may not be really bad, and the good may not be really good.
Following Lu Xiaofeng came back Ye Gucheng, followed by Ximen Chuixue and Sikong Zhaixing, and then Mu Taoren and others.
This incident alone can reveal the level of individual Qinggong in today's martial arts world. Naturally, it can also reveal the level of courage. A faint smile appeared on Ziqin's lips.
"Do you think my swordsmanship is one of the best in the world?"
Ziqin's voice was indifferent, and he didn't know who he was talking about. However, Lu Xiaofeng's expression changed slightly when he said these words.
Ximen Chuixue looked over with a faint look.
The Sword God didn't know the meaning of Ziqin's words, but he could feel the strong provocation in them.
Ye Gucheng's brows furrowed and his voice became colder.
"You don't understand swords at all."
Ziqin's cold and harsh words showed no anger at all. He looked at Ye Gucheng with a smile.
"Baiyun is at ease, and there are no worries in the South China Sea. I had a little chat with the emperor just now. Well, our sage emperor seems to want you to rule the South China Sea forever. It can be said that you are no longer a member of the world."
Ziqin's smile was extremely leisurely, but Ye Gucheng's expression suddenly changed. He looked at Ziqin with an unbelievable look in his eyes. The latter nodded lightly.
"It's a pity. From now on, you will only be able to control Nanhai forever. You will be a border general. You cannot leave your fiefdom without an edict."
Ziqin laughed. Around him, some martial arts people looked at Ziqin with pity. In the eyes of these martial arts people, Ziqin undoubtedly offended Ye Gucheng. No one in the world likes to be restrained, even if
He is one of the four great masters in Da Nei. Although he is far away from the world, his freedom is by no means restricted.
They can still enter and leave the palace freely, but Ye Gucheng seems to be bound to Nanhai for the rest of his life.
In this case, Ye Gucheng would probably draw his sword and kill Ziqin.
In the silence, a laugh suddenly sounded, and everyone looked at it strangely, but it was Lu Xiaofeng who was laughing, laughing so hard that he was hugging his stomach. Anyone could hear the joy in Lu Xiaofeng's laughter.
The people on the top of the Forbidden City frowned. They didn't understand why Lu Xiaofeng was smiling like this. Could it be that he was so happy to see a peerless swordsman being restrained?
"I'm afraid everyone has to disperse tonight."
Wei Ziyun's voice suddenly sounded calmly, and everyone was slightly stunned.
"Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng are both peerless swordsmen. The victory or defeat between them must be life or death. However, Ye Gucheng is now an official of the imperial court and a high official in the border areas. No matter who attacks such a person, it is a crime. I
How could the imperial guards see such a scene happening?"
Wei Ziyun's expression was not very good. No matter who made a big bet only to find out that the bet he made was invalid, he would probably not have a good look. However, his duty was to protect the opponent he had placed a big bet on.
Ximen Chuixue's brows furrowed. He had already decided to duel. He had already made numerous responses to prepare himself for what to do if Sun Xiuqing died, but at the end of the day, he suddenly realized that everything was in vain.
This feeling is really awkward.
"It seems that this battle is indeed impossible to fight."
Ye Gucheng nodded, his voice was still low. When he spoke, he had turned around and seemed ready to leave. However, Ziqin's voice sounded at this moment.
"But that's not necessarily the case. How could everyone disperse here in confusion? Although Ye Gucheng can't fight, there are still people who can fight."
Ziqin's voice was extremely calm. When he spoke, his eyes were already looking at Ximen Chuixue. At this moment, the trace of sick feeling in his body suddenly disappeared completely. Under the moonlight, his whole body seemed to be unsheathed.
Sword.
"Are you kidding me? Tonight is not your stage."
Lu Xiaofeng's laughter has stopped. Although there is still a smile on the corner of his mouth, it has become stiff. He looks uglier than crying. On the top of the Forbidden City, countless people showed sarcastic looks, but these people did not believe that Ziqin could challenge Ximen.
Blowing snow, only Mu Taoren's eyes lit up.
"This battle is mine."
Ye Gucheng's voice became unhappy. When he spoke, he was already standing in front of Ziqin, his look and voice were equally unhappy.
"You don't know anything about swords. What qualifications do you have to fight against Ximen Chuixue?"
This sentence was quite rude. Anyone could see that Ye Gucheng was about to draw his sword and teach Zi Qin a lesson. However, Zi Qin was still smiling, very calmly, and looked like a sword radiating cold light.
It shone faintly under the moonlight.
"I have the heart of the sword. When I abandoned the sword for a time, I found the heart of the sword. I don't understand swords, but I have a heart, a heart that belongs to the sword."
Ziqin's voice was low. He slowly walked around Ye Gucheng and tried to face Ximen Chuixue directly, but one hand grabbed him tightly. It was Ye Gucheng's hand.
"I said, this battle is mine. Even if you know how to sword, this battle is still mine."
Ye Gucheng's expression was extremely determined. He was a cold-hearted person on the outside but hot on the inside. He was proud, but by no means arrogant. He could sacrifice himself for Baiyun City, and he could also sacrifice himself for his friends. As long as you become his friend. Then you
He already has his life.
"I heard that Baiyun City is between the water and clouds. I heard that you like to go boating overseas. I heard that you will feel like flying when you perform Qinggong between the sea and the sky. After this battle, I want to go to Baiyun City and see the vast sea and sky.
The scene of water and clouds meeting each other. Feel the feeling of becoming an immortal."
Ziqin smiled and took off Ye Gucheng's hand.
"The heart of the sword does not lie in committing oneself to the sword, nor does it lie in using one's body to sword. The heart of the sword lies in why one uses the sword, don't you think?"
Ziqin looked at Ximen Chuixue, and he understood that the sword god at this moment was not as good as Ye Gucheng. The latter had already found his sword heart. In Baiyun City, between the sea and the sky, Ye Gucheng's sword heart was the sky, the sea, and the white clouds.
The busy people of the city.
Ziqin did not want Ximen Chuixue to become the sword god in the future, and he would become a god without mercy. Ximen Chuixue's god would hurt others and himself.
Although countless people were intoxicated by Ximen Chuixue in that state, why should they hurt themselves and others because of other people's intoxication? Ximen Chuixue's becoming a god hurt himself, Sun Xiuqing, his son, and Lu Xiaofeng.
Ziqin is not a good person, but Ziqin admits that both Ximen Chuixue and Lu Xiaofeng are his favorite characters. So he doesn't want to see these people get hurt.
"I don't understand what you are talking about. My sword is only sincere, sincere to the sword and sincere to the heart."
Ximen Chuixue spoke calmly. His eyes lit up. It was certainly not that he did not understand Ziqin's words. It was just that he already had his own sword heart, and once he had the sword heart, it was extremely difficult to change it.
He also vaguely guessed his future path, and he was also sad, but he had no idea. If his swordsmanship advanced to another level, he would definitely enter that path.
He has no way out.
In Taoism, there is the Supreme Being Wangqing. Although the path he wants to enter is not Taoist, it is not much different. His next state is Wangqing.
Forget all emotions and truly be honest with the sword.
"Draw out your sword."
Ziqin sighed slightly. Ximen Chuixue's words made him understand that everything could not be changed. Although he had foresight, he was not a god and could not change everything.
The black steel sword has been unsheathed, and Ziqin's whole body has returned from the sword to a human being.
A person is a sword, and a sword is a sword. However, what controls the sword is not the sword, but the killing aura. The killing aura belonging to Qifeng Sword Technique. This is a set of magic skills that fills this demonic sword with endless killing intent.
Ximen Chuichui, dressed in white and wearing a long sword, looks like a fairy under the moonlight, while Ziqin, wearing a blue shirt and an iron sword, looks like a devil under the moonlight.
Black and white blended together, and everyone had the feeling of a battle between gods and demons. Ye Gucheng's brows were deeply furrowed, and his hand had been clenched unnaturally, but he did not touch the hilt of his sword after all.
He didn't dare to do that because he knew that once he touched the hilt of the sword and Zi Qin was threatened, his body would probably think first and attack to save Zi Qin.
When two peerless masters dueled, no third party would be allowed to interfere. Ye Gucheng did not want to damage Ziqin's reputation.
People like them value reputation more than life.
"Old."
The two of them fought only three moves, and Mu Taoist already smiled bitterly and sighed.
By the fifth move, Wei Ziyun and others' faces had turned pale. It was hard for them to believe that there was such a swordsmanship in the world.
The swordsmanship of Ziqin and Ximen Chuixue is actually very similar. There is no defensive stance in their sword moves, but every move is a killing move. Many times, the two of them strike out at the same time, but the strength has already changed before they can develop.
Move, because they have already discovered that if this move continues, the opponent's sword will pierce their neck first.
After ten moves, life and death were about to be decided. Even Lu Xiaofeng, who didn't understand swords, could see that Ziqin's iron sword could definitely pierce Ximen Chuixue's neck in just a few moves.
At this moment, Ziqin's iron sword was no longer limited to swordsmanship, and it no longer even had any moves. At this moment, even Mu Taoist's eyes were filled with horror.
"There is a way to win without a move, but unfortunately, it is still not a swordsmanship."
Ye Gucheng spoke calmly, his face had calmed down, but a hint of regret slowly flashed in his eyes. Lu Xiaofeng could see it, and he certainly couldn't help but see that Ximen Chuixue was destined to die.
Two swords, one white and one black, crossed each other. Ximen Chuixue's sword stabbed Ziqin's left chest, while Ziqin's sword stabbed Ximen Chuixue's neck.
Ximen Chuixue's eyes had dimmed, but his sword was still steady. However, anyone could see that Zi Qin's sword was a step faster. By the time Ximen Chuixue's sword touched Zi Qin's chest, his neck must have been stabbed.
