It was only late in the evening, and already many famous figures and tycoons came to Purple Mountain.
This is a peerless battle between the most famous swordsmen in the world. No one with dignity in the world wants to miss it.
Therefore, when Hao Jian took Xue Bing to the foot of Purple Mountain, martial arts figures with swords and swords could be seen everywhere on the mountain road.
"Brother bitch, you are indeed here!"
Hearing this familiar title, Hao Jian knew it was Lu Xiaofeng without turning around!
Except for him, no one in this world calls him that.
"Aren't you here too..." Hao Jian chuckled, "This decisive battle is destined to shine in the martial arts world for hundreds of years. If we miss it, wouldn't it be a great regret in life?"
Lu Xiaofeng sighed, "That's true. At least when I am old, I will still have enough capital to brag to my children and grandchildren... But I really can't bear to see one of them die. Bitch.
Brother, why did you come to see this decisive battle?"
Hao Jian smiled half-heartedly and said: "Of course I will see the flaws in their swordsmanship, and then defeat them, and use their reputation to become the best master in the world."
Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help laughing, "Brother bitch, you really know how to joke! Although you were tied with Ximen Chuixue before, but later you beat Baiyun Sword Immortal by half, and you even competed...what else are you talking about?
Look at the flaws in their swordsmanship? Isn’t this unnecessary?”
Hao Jian looked at Lu Xiaofeng as if he were a fool and said, "Then what are you asking? Do I have to tell you if you ask me? Do you believe what I say? If you believe it, does it mean it's true?"
Lu Xiaofeng: "..."
He thought he was a sharp-tongued person, but every time he met Hao Jian, he found that he was no match for him!
…
The sky gradually became dark, and when the first star in the sky lit up, Ye Gucheng appeared first.
The full moon is in the sky, reflecting the vast mountains and fields, covering the sky and earth with a very light silver.
Ye Gucheng was wearing snow-white clothes, holding the Feihong Sword in his hand, with pale cheeks and cold eyes.
He didn't look at the heroes around him. He paused for a moment on Hao Jianjian and then cast his gaze towards the distant sky.
No matter whether it is the leader of Wudang, Shi Yanzhen, Taoist Lao Yincoin Mu, or Zen Master Dabei of Shaolin Temple, or even the heroes from all over the world who come here because of his reputation, none of them fall into the eyes of Ye Gucheng.
His arrogance is more compelling than his sword aura!
He is waiting for the appearance of another peerless swordsman like him who is dressed in white and beats the snow!
This battle is destined to be glorious for eternity and be praised by countless people in the world!
The battle between Hao Jian and Ye Gucheng was more influential than that in Wuyang City!
When the moon is at its zenith, it becomes more and more round, and from a distance, Ye Gucheng standing on the top of the mountain is like a fairy in the middle of the moon, isolated and independent, and full of an indescribable sense of grandeur.
"Ye Gucheng is stronger than last time!" Lu Xiaofeng said quietly.
His face looks very ugly...
Originally, people in the world were more optimistic about Ye Gucheng's three points, but now Ye Gucheng seems to be stronger than he was during the first battle in Wuyang City...
Could it be that Ximen Chuixue is destined to die here?
Lu Xiaofeng's face became paler at the thought of his best friend dying tonight.
Xue Bing sat on the stone, and Hao Jian lay comfortably on Xue Bing's lap. He looked at the moonlit sky and said lightly: "Are you so unsure of Ximen Chuixue?"
Lu Xiaofeng said a little irritably: "You know I don't think so! It's just..."
"Just what? It's just because I defeated Ye Gucheng, so he learned his shame and became brave. Now you think Ximen Chuixue is here to die tonight?" Hao Jian sneered.
"Isn't it?" Lu Xiaofeng said with some excitement.
"Lu Xiaofeng, do you think you are better than Ximen Chuixue, and you feel that you are not necessarily Ye Gucheng's opponent, so you decide that Ximen Chuixue is not Ye Gucheng's opponent? You underestimate Ximen Chuixue too much!" Hao Jian's expression
Somewhat sarcastically, "His sincerity in swordsmanship means that he will never be worse than anyone else!"
Lu Xiaofeng was speechless.
"Well said!" Mu Taoist suddenly appeared next to him and laughed: "The old Taoist is also optimistic about Ximen Chuixue! Gu Song, what do you think?"
Gusong layman seemed to be the shadow of Mu Taoist, always beside him. Hearing the words, he smiled and said: "I still think Baiyun Sword Immortal is slightly better than him. But no matter who is better than the other party, they are the strongest in the world."
Swordsmen, twin stars that shine in the world! Therefore, no matter who loses or wins tonight’s battle, it will be a legend that has been spread in the world for hundreds of years!"
Lu Xiaofeng was about to speak, but her eyes suddenly froze.
Under the melancholy moonlight, a figure suddenly appeared, dressed in white, whiter than the snow, whiter than the fog, whiter than the moon.
Ximen Chuixue!
His figure floated like the wind, and landed on the top of the mountain like the Nine Heavens Sword God. He was several feet away from Ye Gucheng, standing quietly with his sword behind his back.
Neither of them had drawn their swords yet, but the sword energy around them was already making people tremble with fear.
This fierce sword energy was originally emitted by them. It was the people who were frightening, not the sword in their hands.
Ye Gucheng looked at Ximen Chuixue and suddenly said: "It's been many years since we've seen each other. It's been a long time since we've seen you again."
Ximen Chuixue replied: "Thank you for your help, I'm lucky to be fine.
Ye Gucheng said calmly: "There is no need to mention the old things again. In today's battle, you and I must do our best!"
"It should be so." Ximen Chuixue said.
"They have known each other for a long time?" Lu Xiaofeng said in shock, "I never knew!"
Hao Jian was also a little surprised. He didn't know that these two people had known each other before, and the conversation sounded like... there had been a grudge before...
If it were a man and a woman saying this, it would be even more ridiculous...
The heroes around them all had expressions of shock on their faces, and they obviously didn't expect that these two peerless swordsmen had a past...
No, Hao Jian's Bagua fire started to burn immediately!
"Ximen Chuixue, Ye Gucheng, what's the old story between you two? Tell me and let me hear it?" Hao Jian shouted, not caring about the weird expressions of the people around him.
Ye Gucheng glanced at Hao Jian, then withdrew his gaze and raised his sword, "This sword was made by overseas cold iron elites. It has broken hair, a blade of three feet and three feet, and a net weight of six kilograms and four taels."
Ximen Chuixue said: "What a sword!"
"I'm here!" Hao Siri Jian responded.
"Can you control yourself a little bit?" Lu Xiaofeng was almost going crazy. They were talking about swords. Why are you joining in the fun?
Ximen Chuixue also glanced at Hao Jian, raised his sword again, and said: "This is the most powerful weapon in the world. The blade is three feet and seven inches, and the net weight is seven kilograms and thirteen taels."
Ye Gucheng was about to say "good sword", but when the words came to his lips, he suddenly turned around and said, "Good... not bad sword!"
Okay, he was afraid that Hao Jian would be a bitch again...
"It is indeed a very good sword!" Ximen Chuixue's face twitched.