Chu Xiafeng stared at Bu Tiange, his eyes penetrating the bloody long sword, and he seemed to see himself back then.

Eighteen years ago, Wuqingjian and Tianyayidao dueled here; eighteen years later, she and Tongtianmen master repeated the duel in the old place, with sword and knife fighting, dividing the autumn scenery equally.

Everything is still vivid in my mind, as if it happened just yesterday, but eighteen years have passed and everything has changed.

He couldn't help but sigh: "Eighteen years."

"Yes, eighteen years."

Bu Tiange echoed, glanced at Chu Xiafeng, whose temples were already gray, and felt that there was something wrong with Qing Xuan.

When she thought about his real age being able to be the original body's father, she became even more furious.

Even if you have a beautiful face, so what? You old thing, how can you have the nerve to eat young grass?

Qing Xuan looked at her and said calmly, "Don't force yourself if you're injured."

"You underestimate me." Bu Tiange curled his lips and switched the sword to his left hand. "National Master, I should be the one giving you these words."

Qing Xuan raised the knife towards her, treating the penetrating wound on his shoulder as nothing.

He said, "Get out of the way. I don't want to hurt you."

Bu Tiange said: "I know the grudge between you and Chu Xiafeng. If you want to kill him, you have to get past me first."

"Why?"

"No reason. No matter what you want to do, I will stand against you."

Bu Tiange swung his sword and took the head from his neck.

Even though she uses the sword with her left hand, she is still a top-notch swordsman.

Qing Xuan dodged her sword by moving sideways, his long sword wielding silently, each strike aimed at her injured right arm.

He didn't kill him, he just wanted Bu Tiange to give up.

After all, his target was Chu Xiafeng.

Bu Tiange refused to give in. The more he wanted her to give up, the more she rose to the challenge.

It’s not that she wants to get involved in this old bad debt. The government is high and the world is vast. Whether Chu Xiafeng is chivalrous or hypocritical has nothing to do with her.

Moreover, putting aside the interests involved, she actually admired Qing Xuan's methods.

But if Chu Xiafeng died, there would be no one in the world who could restrain Qing Xuan. How could she still sit firmly on the throne of the empress?

Sometimes, you have no choice.

When she swung the sword again, Qing Xuan suddenly put down the knife and let her put the sword to his neck.

He looked at Bu Tiange with calm eyes, as if he was looking at a naughty child.

He coaxed her gently: "Stop messing around. If you die, this country will be in chaos."

Bu Tiange put down his sword and replied coldly, "Isn't this exactly what you want?"

Qing Xuan said, "How could I wish you death?"

Bu Tiange nodded, "That's right, if I die, who will you capture?"

Qing Xuan's eyes darkened, and his tone became gloomy. "You don't know anything? It seems like you haven't told me the truth either."

Bu Tiange admitted it frankly, "Yes, I have to be reserved with people like you."

“Chiu!”

The clear chirping of birds interrupted the tense conversation between the two.

Feijiu stuck his head out, looked around, and jumped onto Qing Xuan's injured shoulder.

"Are you looking for death?" Qing Xuan frowned and picked it up.

“Chirp! Chirp!”

Fei Jiu struggled and asked Bu Tiange for help.

——Ahhh host, save the system!

Qing Xuan's sinister voice came from above his head, "Do you know where you went wrong?"

“Chiu!!”

——The system is not wrong, the system will not admit its mistakes to you!

Bu Tiange turned his eyes away, pretending not to know this stupid bird.

It's so embarrassing.

In a panic, Feijiu stretched out his neck and pecked Qingxuan, taking the opportunity to escape from his clutches.

Bu Tiange made a quick decision and stepped back, leaving the fat bird that was flying towards her empty-handed.

Fatty: ???

It remembered what Qing Xuan had said to it: "Do you think she wants to pay attention to you?"

Oh, today is another day that the host dislikes me.