Chapter 22: The Summit of the Forbidden Purple

  There are many people in the Jianghu, but only a few have names that are known far and wide, such as Ximen Chui Xue of the Wan Mei Mountain Villa, or Lu Xiao Feng with his four eyebrows. Every day, countless things happen in the Jianghu, but only a few will be remembered by people, even passed down through generations to come, like the duel between the unparalleled swordsmen on the night of the full moon.

  In the Jianghu, what is least lacking are swordsmen. Those with exceptional skills are too numerous to count, but as for those who can be called the greatest in the world, there are only two.

  First is Ximen Chui Xue, the master of Wanmei Mountain Villa. Second is Ye Gu Cheng, the master of White Cloud City overseas.

  Such two people will also have a day of duel.

  This earth-shattering bet immediately set the entire Jianghu abuzz.

  On the night of the full moon, at the pinnacle of the Forbidden City, a sword comes from the west, an immortal flying fairy from beyond the sky.

  The Forbidden City has a "forbidden" character, which is not an ordinary citizen who can approach at will. However, the battle between Ximen Blowsnow and Ye Gucheng was also not something that could happen at any time, and it was originally a prosperous era that only happens once in a hundred years. The current emperor heard about this matter and gladly gave these two extraordinary swordsmen the honor of dueling in the imperial city.

  This duel has been postponed several times, first due to Ximen Chui Xue's wife delaying the duel, and then Ye Gu Cheng being ambushed by Tangmen and suffering from severe poisoning. Many people in Jianghu have placed bets on this duel, with huge sums of money involved, causing countless people who were originally unrelated to the duel to become obsessed with it and risk their lives. Before the duel even began, many people had already lost their lives because of it.

  Fortunately and unfortunately, this gamble has gone through many twists and turns, but it can still be implemented.

  September 15th is tonight.

  Bright and full moon, already in the middle of the sky.

  The eaves of the Taihe Hall were almost packed with people, among whom there were famous masters from the jianghu, mysterious figures who did not want to reveal their true identities, and seven men dressed in the attire of imperial guards with swords at their waists, obviously all high-ranking masters within the palace, also wanting to see the splendor of the two greatest swordsmen of the current generation.

  White clothes like snow, without a speck of dust.

  These two swordsmen were astonishingly similar, as if they had become a single sword, cold and sharp, devoid of human emotions. Their eyes shone like icy stars, and no one could comprehend the turmoil within their hearts.

  The Flower in the Brocade can't, Luk Siu Fung also can't, only a supreme swordsman can understand this book.

  The joy of meeting an opponent cannot be expressed to them.

  Perhaps to others, such a life-or-death duel may seem foolish, but only the parties involved can understand that at that moment, the turmoil in their hearts can only be calmed by swords.

  Ximen's snowy blow and Ye Guicheng's sword had not yet left their scabbards, but the terrifying sword energy had already begun to spread out, this sharp and piercing sword energy was actually emitted by themselves.

  The terrible thing is themselves, not the swords in their hands.

  A sword is an inanimate object, only a swordsman can give it its breathtaking and stunning edge.

  Ximen blew the snow and raised the sword in his hand, proudly saying in a cold voice: "This sword is the best under heaven, with a blade length of three feet seven inches and a net weight of seven catties thirteen taels. The supreme doctor respects TXT download."

  Ye Gucheng's expression remained unchanged, and he praised in a low voice: "Good sword!"

  "It's a fine sword!" Ximen Chui Xue's eyes, like two cold stars, stared intently at Ye Gu Cheng.

  At this moment, in his eyes, there was only the person in front of him and the sword in his hand.

  Ye Gu Cheng also raised the sword in his hand, "This sword is a fine product of the overseas Cold Sword, capable of cutting hair and breaking a strand of silk, with a blade length of three feet three inches and a weight of six pounds four ounces."

  "Good sword!" exclaimed Sima Chui Xue.

  Ye Gu Cheng sighed, "It was originally a good sword!"

  The two men's swords had been raised, but they were still sheathed - the act of drawing a sword was also an essential part of swordsmanship, and it seemed that the two men also wanted to compete with each other.

  Two sharp swords were drawn out of their scabbards, their sword energy soared into the sky, shining brightly and dazzlingly. In an instant, the stars and moon lost their luster, and all the light in the world was concentrated on these two swords.

  These are two undying swords, this battle will shake both heaven and earth.

  The sword has been drawn out.

  Everyone's attention was drawn to it, and their eyes were fixed firmly on the two swords.

  The two men drew their swords slowly and they were still far apart.

  The two swords had yet to make contact but were already changing moves incessantly, with the changes in sword moves being faster than their footsteps.

  Some people think that this battle is neither intense nor brilliant, as dull as a third-rate swordsman's joke-like fight, only the first-rate swordsmen of the time can see what kind of clever moves are implied in such a seemingly casual display.

  These moves have no fixed pattern and change freely as one desires, the sword follows the heart, this is already a supreme state in martial arts!

  Man and sword become one, sword and man become one, this is the mind of the sword.

  How many swordsmen have mastered the Heart Sword since ancient times?

  What a fortunate world this is, to have two swordsmen of such stature appear at the same time!

  What a misfortune this world is! It's actually destined that today will lose such a swordsman!

  Ye Gu Cheng's sword was like a gust of wind outside the white clouds, free and agile.

  Ximen's sword had an invisible thread tied around it - his wife, his home, his emotions, all were this invisible thread.

  The sword is heartless, but the swordsman has feelings. For Ximen Chui Xue, who has always practiced the heartless way of the sword, this is undoubtedly a fatal weakness.

  But he can't turn back now.

  Victory and defeat can be decided in a single thought, life and death can be determined by a single sword.

  Ye Gu Cheng and Xi Men Chui Xue were now within inches of each other, both swords thrust out with full force!

  No one can change the outcome of this war anymore, this is the final blow, it's a decisive blow.

  The sword went like a shooting star.

  Anyone can see that if Ximen Chui Xue's sword pierces Ye Gu Cheng's chest, Ye Gu Cheng's sword will inevitably pierce through Ximen Chui Xue's throat.

  Heaven is so cruel, taking away two such exceptional swordsmen together!

  The glory of this sword has become the final radiance!

  Some people quietly averted their gaze, unwilling to witness such a cruel scene.

  Just as the two extraordinary long swords were about to touch, a sudden change occurred, and the brilliance of Huan Yu Xing shone.

  A sharp sword aura, unprecedented and fierce as a thunderbolt, inserted itself between those two sword auras.

  Can anyone stop the thunder and lightning from coming down from heaven?

  Nothing.

  So no one can stop that thick and majestic sword energy that presses down like a mountain.

  Ye Gu Cheng's sword and Xi Men Chui Xue's sword are indeed sharp and unmatched, but before this majestic and towering aura, these two sharp sword auras seem like trying to shake the mountain with human strength, small and ridiculous.

  That heavy oppressive feeling made all the onlookers involuntarily want to retreat, wanting to kneel down, let alone the two people in the center.

  Momentum is like a mountain, and profit is like thunder.

  A fierce sword aura suddenly burst out, as if the earth shook and the flood roared, swallowing the two of them in an instant.

  The crowd watched in astonishment as the two peerless swordsmen flew backward like kites with broken strings.

  The two of them retreated only a few zhangs, but these few zhangs were like a chasm that lay horizontally between them!

  Ximen Chui Xue and Ye Gu Cheng grasped the long sword tightly in their hands, raised their heads to look forward, and what appeared in their eyes was not despair, but rather an extremely similar crazy excitement and fervor.

  No friends? Then enjoy your solitude.

  No opponent, yet how lonely is it?

  The way of the sword is a solitary one. If there is no one to support and walk alongside, nor anyone to be an opponent, then one can only walk alone on the path of seeking the ultimate way of the sword. How desolate is that?

  I thought that in today's world they had already eliminated all the swordsmen who could still put up a good fight, but now it seems they have encountered one.

  Such sword energy, such sword intent, such sword momentum - this person's sword is unparalleled in the world!

  Everyone was too late to pay much attention to the two swordsmen in the duel, and everyone stared at the third person who suddenly appeared in the field with their eyes wide open.

  No one knew how this person appeared, as if he had always been merged with the night color, until two bright swords broke through the darkness and illuminated her figure!

  Upper clarity lotus flower crown, water combined color Taoist robe.

  The attire of the newcomer undoubtedly revealed her identity - she must be a member of the Taoist sect.

  In ancient times, there were often Daoists who were close to immortals. With one sword move, two people fell. Her strength was far beyond what ordinary people could imagine. The long sword in her hand hummed slightly, with a chilling aura that seemed to cover the ground like clear ripples, leaving no gaps, densely enveloping everyone present.

  No one dares to make a move.

  The light of that sword actually suppressed the swords of Ximen Chui Xue and Ye Gu Cheng, shining brightly like a full moon in the ninth heaven.

  What's even more astonishing is that the one wielding this sword isn't a venerable old man with a Daoist aura and hair as white as snow, but rather a beautiful young girl with long flowing locks.

  The maiden stood with her sword in hand, wind blowing around her, without saying a word. She first looked at Ximen Chui Xue, then at Ye Gu Cheng, as if asking a silent question.

  Are you going to fight again?

  The intangible oppressive atmosphere made everyone hold their breath, and in the end it was Ye Gucheng who broke this silence.

  Ye Gu Cheng's breath was smooth and his blood was calm, he held his sword and stepped forward, cupped his hands in salute, with a peaceful expression.

  "Master Dao, I must fight Ximen Chui Xue... After this battle, if I lose, please take care of my sword."

  Ximen Chui Xue's face changed slightly upon hearing this, the Demon King was running amok in a foreign realm.

  That strange girl stared at Ye Gucheng for a moment, the sharp sword intent around her suddenly dissipated, and in an instant she seemed to have turned into an ordinary girl who didn't know martial arts.

  That majestic momentum suddenly disappeared, and some people were so unaccustomed that they took a step forward and almost fell.

  Everyone was shocked.

  Like Ye Gucheng and Xi Men Chui Xue, those peerless swordsmen, even without a sword in hand, that sharp and piercing sword aura had long been infused into their bones and flesh. Standing there, they were like a famous sword.

  However, this Taoist who came from nowhere was able to wield such sword intent with ease!

  The girl suddenly turned her head and looked at Ximen Chuixue, "Are you Ximen Chuixue?"

  Ximen blew snow solemnly nodded, his hand grasping the long sword even tighter.

  The girl fell silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "He has already made up his mind to die, this battle will definitely be lost, and today's battle with you is meaningless. If you are willing to wait, ten years later, you can have a battle with me."

  Ximen Chuixue couldn't help but reveal a look of surprise.

  The spectators, due to their distance, were unable to see the change in Ye Gucheng's final sword move.

  That one sword, should have been a double defeat, but Ye Gu Cheng changed his sword move at the critical moment, if no one stopped him, in the end it would be him who took Ye Gu Cheng's life.

  Just as the person in front of him said, Ye Gu Cheng had a determination to die, and he already knew the outcome of this battle.

  Perhaps because of the failed conspiracy, or perhaps because of something else, Ye Gu Cheng had lost all will to fight and was determined to die.

  He had thought that he would lose his only opponent here and from now on, he could only be more lonely, walking alone in the way of the sword.

  Who could have known, everything has taken a turn for the better?

  Ximen blew snow clearly remembered that he had lost the initiative due to the momentum of the person in front of him, and ended up losing miserably. Her sword was not the same as his own, and the sword intent made him suddenly enlightened, as if he had gained ten years, and he would surely make a breakthrough.

  At this point, Ximen Chui Xue's eyes gleamed with understanding as he nodded, then turned his gaze towards Ye Gu Cheng.

  "You shouldn't die here."

  Ye Gu Cheng was taken aback and smiled bitterly: "Xi Men Chui Xue, you don't want to fulfill my last wish, do you want to watch me being beheaded at the Meridian Gate?"

  Before Sima Zhao could respond, the girl suddenly said: "If you are willing to leave, who can behead you?"

  Ye Gu Cheng's gaze fell under the eaves, a cold and stern light of sword and shadow was taken in, silent and unresponsive.

  The girl also glanced down, and looked far away at the palace where the emperor was, thought for a moment, stretched out her right hand to grab Ye Guo Cheng's arm, and said softly: "Let's go."

  Ye Gu Cheng was caught off guard and failed to react in time. By the time he snapped back to reality, the girl had already taken him flying into mid-air, leaving him stunned.

  The maiden's figure fluttered like a spirit riding the wind, and with him she could still be so light and effortless. This kind of qinggong was unheard of before. In just a moment, the maiden brought him to turn several directions in mid-air, floating lightly towards the outside of the palace wall.

  Ximen Chuixue followed closely behind and left the Forbidden Palace.

  Those hidden archers and top-notch martial artists could only stare at each other in dismay.

  Encountering such an agile and exceptional person, they lost the opportunity to ambush him, and now they can no longer keep Ye Gu Cheng.

  Everyone outside the Taihe Hall was shocked.

  After a while, Lu Xiaofeng stared blankly and asked himself: "This is terrible, how can I explain this to the Emperor?"

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