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Although Ma Yuan was guessing, he guessed that eight or nine were inseparable. Because the next second, Ye Gucheng began to draw a sword.

His behavior is very elegant, so elegant that it doesn't seem to pull a murderous weapon from his waist at all, but seems to be cautious about playing with something he loves.

At this time, the starlight and moonlight became even lighter, and all the radiance between heaven and earth had been concentrated on the two swords.

Two immortal swords.

The sword has been thrust!

The sword that was stabbed was not fast, and the distance between Ximen Fuxue and Ye Gucheng was still far away.

Their blades have started to change without contact, the movement of people is very slow, but the movement of blades is very fast, because they have not changed their minds, they have changed with their heart.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, this battle is neither intense nor exciting.

Ma Yuan had already shed cold sweat.

He is a grim reaper, and he is unfathomable to swordsmanship and swordsmanship. He can see that this change in swordsmanship has reached the realm of arbitrary desire, which is also the supreme realm of martial arts!

If Ye Gucheng's opponent is not Ximen blowing snow, every change of the sword in his palm will be a sword of death.

Their sword and man are one, this is already a heart sword.

Suddenly, Ma Yuan also exuded cold sweat in his hand. He suddenly found that the change of Xi Men's sword blowing in snow seemed to be flexible, but in fact sluggish, at least not as light and flowing as the sword of Ye Gucheng.

Ye Gucheng's sword is like a gust of wind outside Baiyun.

On Simon's sword, it seemed to be tied to an invisible line—his wife, his home, and his feelings were the invisible line.

Ma Yuan just felt sad and frowned unconsciously.

How could he not expect a duel between the two swordsmen?

But he did not find it easy to make Ye Gucheng abandon all his troubles, but he did not expect that Ximen blowing snow actually had a knot!

And he also predicted that in the following twenty changes, Ye Gucheng's sword will definitely pierce the throat of Ximen's blowing snow.

Twenty changes are instantaneous.

Ma Yuan's fingertips were cold.

Now, no one can change the fate of Simon Blowing Snow.

Ma Yuanneng was reluctant to do so, and Simon Blowing Snow couldn't do it himself.

The distance between the two is close at hand!

Both swords have been pierced with full force!

This is the last sword, and it is already the final sword.

Until now, Simon Blowing Snow in the illusion found that his sword was a step slower. When his sword penetrated Ye Gucheng's chest, Ye Gucheng's sword would have pierced his throat.

He had to accept this fate.

But at this time, he suddenly found that Ye Gucheng's sword had a deviation, maybe it was only a deviation between one and two inches, and the distance between these two inches was already the distance between life and death.

Ma Yuan was stunned. How did this error happen?

Don't Ye Gucheng want to win?

Even if he can throw away everything, but he is Ye Gucheng, how could Ye Gucheng, who is flying beyond the heavens, not insist on winning the sword!

Ma Yuan didn't understand.

Until Ye Gucheng's Jian Feng stopped, Xi Men's snow blowing Jian Feng also stopped, Ma Yuan understood.

Ye Gucheng said lightly: "Your sword is not sincere."

Ma Yuan wanted to laugh. He couldn't hold it back, he burst out laughing.

Ye Gucheng's words were provocative, and he ruled his own way with his own way of life.

Ma Yuan couldn't help laughing.

For the first time, he discovered that Ye Gucheng was a bit dark and subtle.

Simon Blowing Snow has been said not to look good.

The two men received their swords at the same time, and Ye Gucheng seemed slightly interested. There was a faint hum in the nose, and Ma Yuan heard it clearly.

Or unconsciously, his mind was somewhat biased towards Ye Gucheng.

Play again.

There are still twenty rounds in the past.

This time, both parties put down their burdens, so when they got started, their swords flew like snowflakes, and the changes like floating clouds were unpredictable.

Jianfeng is cold.

The icy blade had penetrated Xi Men's chest, and he could even feel the tip of the sword touching his heart.

Victory belongs to Ye Gucheng.

Ma Yuan took a deep breath, and he didn't even know how complicated and subtle his mood was when this result came out.

However, he really felt that it was really complicated and delicate.

In Jinghuashuiyue, Simon’s face showed not only pain but also fear and despair!

Because even illusory he knew very well that all the joys and good things in his short life would have ended in an instant.

Now his life is over, under Ye Gucheng's sword!

However, he has no resentment against Ye Gucheng, only a kind of gratitude that no one can ever understand.

The gimmicks of the two great swordsmen, finally, victory belongs to Ye Gucheng!

Ye Gucheng is the deserved swordsman!

Xi Men's desperate eyes are full of complicated eyes.

Even at this last moment, Ye Gucheng's sword didn't slow down at all, just because Ximen Fuxue was a respectable opponent, and the best respect for a respectable opponent is not to hesitate.

Ximen blowing snow can see.

He could see that Ye Gucheng didn't really want to kill him, but he still killed him, because Ye Gucheng knew that he would rather die under this sword.

——Since you are dying, why not die under Ye Gucheng's sword? ·

——Can die under Ye Gucheng's sword, at least always more glorious than other death methods!

Ye Gucheng understood his feelings, so he succeeded!

So he is grateful!

This kind of understanding and sympathy only arises between peerless heroes and heroes.

At this moment, the eyes of the two people touched, Ye Gucheng breathed out a long breath from the bottom of his heart!

The same is true for Ximen blowing snow.

"thank you."

Although he didn't say these three words, he already showed up in his eyes! He knew that Ye Gucheng would also understand!

He fell!

The bright moon has disappeared, the starlight has also disappeared, disappearing in the dawn of the east!

This peerless swordsman has finally fallen.

And all this is just an illusion in the mirror moon.

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