Chapter 708: Thousands of Sword Paths, Split Into Two
If they help Ye Gucheng, Ye Gucheng will not only not cooperate with them, but will also chop them down.
Now the capital has become a Hongmen Banquet and a dragon's den. Ximen Chuxue is isolated and helpless except for his friend Lu Xiaofeng and a group of martial arts masters.
Not to mention, most of the martial arts masters were surrounded and killed by the masters and the army of the court without warning.
The Hall of Supreme Harmony!
Located behind the palace complex, it is solemn and uniquely spiritual.
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The high ridge of the palace seems to stand above the blue sky and white clouds, and on this cloud stands a man in white.
See him as a fairy or a god, a banished fairy descending to the earth.
This is the most supreme place in the world, and the person standing on it is naturally the most supreme person in the world.
Night is approaching, and the full moon rises.
Ye Gucheng, the Lord of Baiyun City, has arrived.
Ximen Chuxue, however, could not come.
Ye Gucheng looked very cold, as cold as an iceberg on the top of a mountain, without a trace of change.
He looked at the torches clustered in various places in the capital, which were the soldiers of the court.
There were also shouts of killing and the sound of weapons and iron horses rising to the sky.
He closed his eyes and listened to the sound quietly.
The scene made people's blood boil, and the layers of sword energy in the sky were frightening.
"Ye Gucheng!"
A master of a martial arts sect came over and was immediately furious when he saw Ye Gucheng.
His friends, his disciples, and his sworn brothers all died in this sudden change.
He never thought that Ye Gucheng would be so vicious, and used his decisive battle with Ximen Chuxue to attract more than 90% of the masters of the world's martial arts.
There were nearly 10,000 martial artists gathered in the entire capital, what does this mean?
The world's martial arts gathered here.
Considering that before the war, the bodies of martial artists kept appearing in the capital, they thought that there were too many martial artists gathered, and they began to kill each other for revenge.
Now, they are not sure how many of them died at the hands of martial artists themselves, and how many died at the hands of court masters?
Knowing that he is not Ye Gucheng's opponent, he still took action, just to consume Ye Gucheng's strength.
He is here, obviously waiting for Ximen Chuxue to appear, Ximen Chuxue is the only hope now.
Killing one's life for the sake of righteousness, nothing more!
Ye Gucheng did not open his eyes, allowing the man to approach him twenty steps.
"Ye Gucheng, die!"
The arrogance is more intimidating than his sword energy!
The master glared, and didn't care so much. Twenty steps, even if Ye Gucheng wanted to respond, it would be too late, not to mention that he hadn't even unsheathed his sword!
The next moment, the palm came out, and the dragon-like Qi roared and roared, deafening the ears, and the entire ridge of the temple was shaking. The power of this palm made the air within a hundred steps around it, turning into a gust of wind that swept in all directions.
The next moment.
Like a flash of lightning, like a long rainbow.
I don't know when a sword has been unsheathed.
Accompanied by a faint "Cut!"
The palm wind and palm power suddenly disappeared.
The only light left was a sword.
The man had fallen down and rolled down the ridge of the temple. Blood overflowed, flowed along the ridge of the temple, and dripped under the eaves.
"What a terrible sword, it feels like even the soul has been killed."
The reincarnationists had actually come here a long time ago, whether they were from Ye Gucheng's camp or Ximen Chuxue's camp.
They witnessed the sword, and they were surprised and happy in their hearts. What was surprising was that Ximen Chuxue didn't seem to be so powerful. The reincarnationists who chose Ximen Chuxue's camp cried.
The reason they were happy was that Ye Gucheng was so strong that they seemed to be able to defeat the reincarnationists in Ye Gucheng's camp without even fighting.
Facing this cold sword energy, their whole bodies seemed to fall into an ice cellar.
If they were to face Ye Gucheng, they would not be his opponent.
"My little ghosts are resisting approaching. Ye Gucheng has reached an incredible state. He is divine and clear, divine, and his sword heart is divine."
The reincarnationists shouted that he was invincible, and Ximen Chuxue had to face the court masters and soldiers.
However, Ximen Chuxue still came.
Because he was Ximen Chuxue.
The court soldiers made way for a way, just because Ximen Chuxue drew his sword, the sword light flashed, and dozens of soldiers who blocked the way were smashed to pieces with their weapons.
He killed all the way, unwavering, killing one person every ten steps.
However, just when Ximen Chuxue attracted everyone's attention, a figure floated like a fairy in the mortal world and landed on the ridge of the palace.
His eyes were as bright as stars, his eyebrows were calm and composed, his sleeves rustled, and he stood with his sword on his chest, with an indescribable calm demeanor.
But seeing the bright moon shining on his demeanor, one could not help but admire his elegance.
The sudden appearance of the troublemaker made everyone stop their actions.
Especially for Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuxue, because they all felt the sword intent of the person who came.
The sword intent confronted Ye Gucheng's sword intent world, rippling out ripples, one after another, continuous, as if supported by infinite foundation.
He was as calm and immovable as the earth, and his meditation was as deep as a secret treasure.
Ye Gucheng's sword intent world was another realm after his sword intent became divine. He used his own sword intent to transform the surrounding world into his own world, occupying the right time, right place, and right people.
Those who could not resist the sword intent would not even be qualified to step into this world, and would be torn into pieces and bloody rain.
Just now, he did not draw his sword.
It was his sword intent that drew the sword, and he did not speak. The shout of "Kill!" came from his sword intent that had been tempered for a long time.
Sword intent is like a person. What Ye Gucheng is, his sword intent is also what kind of person he is. It was just that Ye Gucheng's sword that had been tempered for a long time was reproduced by the sword intent.
With this world, thousands of troops and horses, the world is so big, and they can all be conquered.
Because it was the world that drew the sword to kill people, not Ye Gucheng, so he would not have any energy consumption.
Ye Gucheng looked at Chang Wei, and Chang Wei also looked at Ye Gucheng.
Ye Gucheng was looking at Chang Wei's sword, Chang Wei's sword intent, and Chang Wei's sword god.
For him, it didn't matter whether Chang Wei was ugly or handsome, male or female.
Ximen Chuxue, who had been waiting for a long time, obviously had not yet been able to touch the realm of sword intent world. He was only able to understand the sword intent.
Although it was already difficult for 99% of the swordsmen in the world to reach, and even unable to look at their necks and backs.
"Who are you?"
Ye Gucheng finally spoke.
"Chang Wei."
Chang Wei said calmly.
Tifa and the others stared with their eyes wide open, not knowing how Chang Wei ran over, nor why he ran over.
Is this man crazy?
Ye Gucheng had no expression.
"There are thousands of sword ways, but there are only two kinds, from complex to simple and from simple to complex. The former is ever-changing but never deviates from the essence, reaching the realm of perfection. Every sword is the truth of the sword. One sword can kill people, so why do we need a second sword?"
"The latter pursues the ever-changing and mysterious nature, the myriad things in the universe, the ultimate changes, and the evolution of the universe, such as the 7749-way Huifeng Fuliu sword method of Gu Daoren in Bashan, which is to adapt to changes."