Fengtian Palace is the palace with the highest regulations and the largest size in the Forbidden City.
As the palace where the imperial congratulations are held, this palace has extraordinary significance to the royal family.
Zhu Houzhao chose this place as the battlefield for the decisive battle at the top of the Forbidden City, against all opinions, but he was often nagged by the civil servants.
Tonight, at the top of the hall, on the red brick roof, Ximen Chuixue, dressed in white and with a stern face, held the sword on his chest with both hands, closed his eyes and waited quietly.
He has been waiting here for half an hour, but from beginning to end, Ye Gucheng did not show up.
Many of the one hundred knights and knights watching the battle below were even beginning to become a little impatient, feeling that their fifty thousand taels of silver were wasted.
"Then Ye Gucheng is afraid of death and doesn't dare to come, right?"
"Impossible. How can a person like the Sword Immortal, who is the best in the world, be afraid of fighting? He must have been delayed by something. Maybe he is on his way here now!"
"I hope so. I spent most of my fortune just to watch the fight. If I can't fight, I wonder if Jinyiwei will refund the money?"
...
Ximen Chuixue seemed not to hear the comments of the people watching the battle below. His eyes were closed tightly and his figure remained motionless. It seemed that he would never leave this place until his opponent arrived.
Time passed little by little, until the full moon hung high in the sky, and half of the night passed. To the west of the palace, a figure in white clothes like snow floated towards the sky, against the background of the breeze and the bright moon, like an immortal.
It was Ye Gucheng, Lin Nuo and others who finally agreed to his request to complete the decisive battle.
Like catkins in the wind, Ye Gucheng's handsome figure drew a beautiful arc in mid-air and landed lightly on the other end of Fengtian Hall, facing Ximen Chuixue from afar.
"You're here!" Ximen Chuixue suddenly opened his eyes, fighting spirit surging throughout his body.
"I'm here!" Ye Gucheng's expression was still indifferent, his whole person was neither sad nor happy, and it seemed that he no longer had the expression that a mortal should have.
Both of them are dressed in white as snow, both are the top masters of swordsmanship, they are both cold and indifferent, and they are both unsmiling.
This scene, under the light of the full moon, gives people a sense of splendor and beauty, making people involuntarily want to freeze this picture in their minds.
If the fujoshi of later generations had seen this scene, they would probably have shouted "together" and "together" in excitement.
Around the Fengtian Hall, tens of thousands of troops have already surrounded this place. In the military formation, Zhu Houzhao's face was also full of excitement. Such a decisive battle, which has never been seen before or since, will probably be the only thing he can see in his life.
Once.
"Master Lin, who is stronger between the two of them?"
"Ye Gucheng!"
"Which of the two can survive the decisive battle?"
"Ximen Chuixue!"
Lin Nuo's answer was without any hesitation. When Ye Gucheng asked to complete tonight's decisive battle, Lin Nuo already understood in his heart that the other party was already determined to die and wanted to fight for his life in a beautiful and sacred decisive battle.
A happy ending!
While the monarch and his ministers were asking questions and answering questions, Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng were already fighting each other in the Fengtian Palace.
The two aloof peerless swordsmen were like two shooting stars, colliding together at this moment, erupting with earth-shattering sparks.
The swords in their hands are both divine swords that are rarely seen in the world. Their swordsmanship is extremely fast, indifferent, and even more beautiful.
The shadow of the sword that fills the sky can not only kill people, but also gives people a sense of visual enjoyment. It seems that the two are not fighting for life and death, but working together to complete a sword art that is short-lived but can shine through the ages.
"Flying Fairy from Heaven!"
After a brief trial of fighting, the two finally began their real killing move. One move would determine the outcome, as well as life and death!
It has to be said that the Flying Immortal from Heaven is truly a swordsmanship that perfectly integrates speed, strength and even spirit. It is not only terrifying in its lethality, but also gives people a visual experience that is so beautiful that they don't even want to resist.
Like a rainbow, like thunder, that extremely bright and terrifying sword struck and killed Ximen Chuixue in the blink of an eye.
Ximen Chuixue's stern face showed a serious look for the first time. Facing the most terrifying swordsmanship in the world, he raised his swordsmanship to the extreme, facing the thunderous strike, and in an instant,
He thrust out more than a dozen swords in a row.
"Keng!" "Keng!" "Keng!"
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The sound of the swords clashing with each other continued to be heard, and Lin Nuo quietly watched the scene of flames bursting out.
Ximen Chuixue's strength was very strong, but in Lin Nuo's opinion, the final superimposed force of the dozens of swords thrust out by the opponent in an instant should be about the same as his own Kanglong Yougui blow.
This level of strength cannot completely block Ye Gucheng's flying immortal.
Ximen Chuixue has never practiced the Yi Jin Jing and other top body training techniques. The majestic power of Tianwai Feixian can completely destroy his internal organs in an instant!
However, just when most of the people watching the battle felt that Ximen Chuixue was about to be defeated, Ximen Chuixue was not blown away as everyone expected. He even resisted the flying immortals from the sky and still had some strength left.
, thrust the sword forward again.
"puff!"
A sword penetrated Ye Gucheng's chest. The black divine sword penetrated Ye Gucheng's entire chest without any surprise.
"Why?" Ximen Chuixue's expression was complicated, and his face was full of doubts.
In the life-and-death blow just now, Ximen Chuixue clearly felt that the strength of the sword in Ye Gucheng's hand was suddenly withdrawn, giving him a chance to fight back.
"On a full moon night, on the top of the Forbidden City, the sword god slays the sword immortal..." Ye Gucheng slowly closed his eyes with a relieved smile, "I am too lonely. From now on, I will stick to the sword."
The loneliness... is your responsibility!"
A trace of indescribable helplessness and sadness flashed in Ximen Chuixue's eyes. In this world, there was one less person worthy of drawing his sword.
Pulling out the long sword, he hid the simple black divine sword, and then picked up Ye Gucheng's body.
The sword is cold, and the bones are even colder.
Holding Ye Gucheng's body in his arms, Ximen Chuixue looked sad as he walked step by step towards the outside of the Forbidden City.
As for the tens of thousands of imperial guards around him, he didn't even look at them from beginning to end.
"Your Majesty, do you want this person to stay as well?" Eunuch Chu Fang asked in a low voice beside Zhu Houzhao.
As a top master, Eunuch Chu Fang knew that after today, Ximen Chuixue's kendo strength will definitely improve again. Maybe it won't be long before there will be another person like Ye Gucheng in this world.
Zhu Houzhao glanced at Lin Nuo first, then shook his head, "I agree to the decisive battle on the top of the Forbidden City. I can't make a decision that would make the world laugh at me if I go back on my word!"