The full moon, like a silver platter, hung high in the sky, and under its light, all the other stars in the night seemed to lose their luster.
Outside the Hall of Supreme Harmony, all the martial artists were looking up at the two figures standing in opposite corners.
Nearly a quarter of an hour had passed since Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue appeared.
However, to the astonishment of everyone on the open ground outside the Hall of Supreme Harmony, the two did not immediately engage in combat after their appearance. Instead, they remained standing opposite each other with their eyes closed and focused.
This prompted whispers among the tens of thousands of martial artists gathered around the Hall of Supreme Harmony.
On the open ground, a martial artist couldn't help but nudge his sword-wielding companion and say, "Hey, weren't those two supposed to have a duel? Why haven't they moved yet?"
In response to the question from the person next to him, the other martial artist holding the sword said, "You don't understand. When sword masters like Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue fight, any single factor can determine the outcome of the duel."
"They are adjusting their mindset now. If their minds are in turmoil, they will lose. Only when their minds are calm will this duel begin."
The martial artist who had asked the question suddenly realized and said, "So that's how it is."
As he spoke, the martial artist turned his gaze back to the rooftop, a hint of anticipation in his eyes.
"Is this what a master is?"
"Otherwise, why do you think he's a master swordsman? It's because of their different levels of skill."
"Yes! I don't know if I'll ever have the chance to reach their level in the future."
……..
Therefore, once a person's strength and reputation reach a certain level...
Many things will fill in the blanks in other people's minds even without being explained.
Then, the parts that were originally unreasonable were filled in to make them reasonable.
Just like it is now.
Even though Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue did nothing, to the martial artists below, Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng on the rooftop appeared even more unfathomable.
Hearing the conversation, Sikong Zhaixing, who was standing in front, couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Lu Xiaoji, are Ye Gucheng and Ximen really adjusting their state of mind, as those people say?"
Upon hearing this, Lu Xiaofeng glanced at Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue on the roof, scratched his head, and said, "Perhaps, that's how it is!"
But despite his words, Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help but feel a sense of doubt as he looked at Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue on the roof.
Finally, as everyone waited, both Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue, who had been silent with their eyes closed on the roof, unleashed a fierce sword intent.
Then, in everyone's sight, Ximen Chuixue, who was standing on the left side of the roof, suddenly raised his hand and slowly drew the long sword from its sheath.
As Ximen Chuixue drew his sword, Ye Gucheng on the opposite side also slowly drew his sword from its sheath.
Under the moonlight, as the longsword was drawn, two cold glints instantly entered everyone's eyes, causing them to unconsciously squint.
As the longsword was drawn from its sheath, its tip pointing diagonally downwards, Ximen Chuixue said coldly, "This sword is the sharpest weapon in the world, with a blade three feet and seven inches long and a net weight of seven pounds and three ounces."
As soon as he spoke, Ye Gucheng's gaze fell on Ximen Chuixue's longsword, and he said sincerely, "A fine sword."
Ximen Chuixue remained expressionless, but his tone was remarkably certain as he said, "It is a fine sword to begin with."
Then, Ye Gucheng lightly raised his long sword and held it horizontally in front of him.
"This sword was forged from the finest cold iron from overseas. It can cut a hair with a single blow. The blade is three feet and three inches long and weighs six pounds and four ounces."
Ximen Chuixue's gaze shifted slightly to the longsword in front of Ye Gucheng. After a brief pause, he slowly said, "A fine sword."
Ye Gucheng said in a soft yet arrogant voice, "It is a fine sword to begin with."
As soon as the voice came out, sword intent surged again within the bodies of Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng on the rooftop.
However, at that moment, a whooshing sound suddenly appeared in the air.
The next second, in the sight of Lu Xiaofeng and the others, a ray of black light suddenly appeared in the air and then passed straight through Ye Gucheng's chest.
Immediately afterward, under the watchful eyes of all the martial artists outside the Taihe Hall, Ye Gucheng, who had been standing on the roof with his sword, staggered twice as if he were drunk before collapsing to the ground.
After tumbling dozens of times on the sloping roof next to it, it fell directly to the ground from the air.
There was no further movement.
"He... he's dead?"
Seeing this scene, the other martial artists watching were all stunned.
He was clearly a little stunned by what he saw.
It must be said that this turn of events was far too sudden, so sudden that not only the other martial artists watching the battle, but even Lu Xiaofeng and Hua Manlou were unable to react immediately.
A moment later, Lu Xiaofeng, realizing what was happening, immediately flashed to the front of Ye Gucheng's corpse.
However, after getting a little closer, Lu Xiaofeng seemed to sense something and suddenly let out a soft exclamation. Then, after quickly groping around for a couple of moments, he directly peeled off a human skin mask from Ye Gucheng's face, revealing a strange and unremarkable face.
"Not Ye Gucheng?"
The martial artists who had gathered around were all stunned when they saw the true appearance of the corpse on the ground.
"wrong!"
On the other hand, Lu Xiaofeng was about to press down when, as if he had thought of something, he instantly stood up and used his lightness skill to quickly fly away into the distance.
Seeing Lu Xiaofeng's actions, Hua Manlou, Sikong Zhaixing, Ximen Chuixue, and the others couldn't help but set off together.
Zhuge Zhengwo, who was standing to the side, frowned after his gaze lingered on the fake Ye Gucheng's corpse for a few moments.
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