Some people say that a swordsman can always swing the most amazing sword in his life.
As for that sword, Ximen Chuixue felt that she had already swung it.
That sword was the pinnacle of Ximen Chuixue.
Any sword will be eclipsed by this sword.
However, he still lost.
Ximen Chuixue was kneeling on one knee, with blood bleeding from the corner of his mouth and his eyes closed. His body was covered with wounds, blood was flowing, and his clothes were dyed red, making him look particularly miserable.
However, he did not fall.
He used this sword to tell the people of the world what peerless elegance meant.
The wind blew his robes, his sleeves were swaying, and his black hair was fluttering. This man was still very handsome and handsome.
There were many people on Longhuping, but no one spoke. They were silent and shocked, because this was a scene that could not be seen in a century.
Ximen Chuixue lost.
The eighth swordsman in the world was defeated.
This will be an indelible mark on the world.
On this day, only eight of the ten great sword masters remained.
The weather is still so cold and the wind is still so cold.
Pei Qing stood there with no joy on his face, and there was a shallow sword mark on his chest.
This was what Ximen Chuixue left for him. Just a moment ago, Ximen Chuixue's sword had arrived, but his sword had also arrived.
The two drew their swords almost at the same time. Ximen Chuixue's sword missed by half an inch, while Pei Qing's sword hit Ximen Chuixue's shoulder.
So, Pei Qing won.
Now, he is the eighth best swordsman in the world.
Ximen Chuixue did not open his eyes, but his sword slowly lowered.
The sword energy is gone.
He was defeated, he simply took the lead, and there was no suspense about his defeat.
Pei Qing calmed down his momentum. The victory was decided, and there was no need to continue fighting. He said calmly: "You lost."
"I lost." Ximen Chuixue spit out three words.
From the moment he held the sword, he felt that he would not lose and could not lose. However, he still lost in the end.
"Concession."
Pei Qing cupped his hands and turned to leave.
He walked very neatly and no one dared to stop him.
Although many people wanted to get to know the newly promoted No. 8 swordsman in the world, they stopped when they saw his back walking away.
After Pei Qing left, Ximen Chuixue slowly opened her eyes and looked into the distance.
There, stood a man.
He is Ye Gucheng.
"You lost too."
Ye Gucheng said calmly, his expression without any waves.
Ximen Chuixue nodded: "Yes."
Ye Gucheng asked: "Then what are you going to do?"
Ximen Chuixue replied: "Practice your sword."
Ye Gucheng smiled: "You still need a sparring partner."
Ximen Chuixue said: "You can be my sparring partner."
Ye Gucheng said: "I'll see you at Qingyun Mountain tomorrow at noon."
Ximen Chuixue didn't respond, turned and left.
This man is more aloof than before.
The sword quest was over, people left, and the tea was cold. However, everyone was still immersed in the terrifying swordsmanship of Pei Qing and Ximen Chuixue.
"Pei Qing's sword is too fast."
"If I fight him, I can't even block a sword, right?"
"Such sword skills are rare in the world!"
"The last sword strike between the two was at their peak. If Pei Qing hadn't stabbed Ximen Chuixue with his sword first, it would be hard to say who would win and who would lose."
"I don't think so. Pei Qing's sword is obviously stronger!"
“What an eye-opener!”
“……”
After Pei Qing and Ximen Chuixue left, the spectators on Longhuping began to discuss their last wonderful showdown.
At this time, Murong Fu quietly left the scene with Wang Yuyan.
One battle today is enough.
He was convinced.
Li Xunhuan also left. He suddenly felt that his flying knife was not very fast. Maybe it was time for him to officially retire from the world.
…………
A few months later.
Bashu.
There are many peaks and mountains.
A waterfall poured down, causing thousands of splashes of water.
The water mist is misty and hazy.
Pei Qing sat on the stone pier and drank, extremely leisurely.
Several months have passed since the battle at Longhuping, and Pei Qing's name has gradually spread throughout the world.
He was not in a hurry to challenge the other eight masters of swordsmanship. After the last battle with Ximen Chuixue, he had a new breakthrough in his state of mind. This breakthrough was very mysterious and could not be explained clearly, but it did improve.
"Ding-dang-dang!"
A string of familiar bells rang, and petals fell from the sky.
Wearing a red dress, Hanhan dances in the air, her white jade feet stepping on the falling petals, as if in a dream, and she wears a silver bell on her ankle, which makes a clear tinkling sound, which is magnificent and beautiful. .
Her smile is like a flower, and her eyes are gentle and charming, just like a fairy from the Nine Heavens descending to the earth.
Pei Qing frowned and asked, "Why are you here again?"
Huanwan smiled seductively, took the wine jar from Pei Qing's hand, raised her head and took a sip, then placed the wine jar on the stone table next to her, stretched out her slender jade finger and flicked Pei Qing's forehead. Said: "I came to play with you, are you so unwilling to see me?"
Pei Qing ignored her and picked up the wine jar and continued drinking, as if he didn't hear her words at all.
"snort."
Seeing this, she snorted and said, "I'm here to discuss something with you. If you refuse, I will stalk you."
Pei Qing stopped drinking and looked at her with calm eyes.
She said coyly: "Don't look at me like that, I'm so shy."
"If you have something to say, just say it. I have something to do later." Pei Qing said calmly. He was used to it.
"I'm getting married." She sighed quietly.
Pei Qing said indifferently: "What does that have to do with me?"
"You...you..." Hanhan gritted her teeth. This man was still so hateful, and he didn't understand the charm at all.
She glared at Pei Qing angrily and said, "Don't you have anything to ask?"
"Ask?" Pei Qing asked, "What am I asking you?"
"I..." She opened her mouth and found that she had no words.
"What am I asking if you haven't asked?" Pei Qing said calmly: "If there is nothing else, please leave. I want to practice."
Huanwan gritted her teeth and said, "Pei Qing, after we finally get to know each other, can't you treat me better?"
Pei Qing said indifferently: "Did you meet me on the first day?"
"You..." Hanwen became angry and stamped her feet fiercely, saying: "Forget it, just live with your wine jar and your broken sword."
With that said, she turned around and left.
"Wait a moment."
Pei Qing stopped her and asked, "When will you get married?"
"Um?"
Hearing his words, Huanwan, who was about to leave, was shocked. She turned her head, smiled sweetly, and said with a sweet smile: "What do you mean? You don't want me to marry someone else?"
Pei Qing glanced at her, picked up the wine jar, took a swig, and said, "Don't think too much, I'm going to drink the wedding wine."
"Pei Qing, you are so boring!"
Huanwan walked a few steps and then turned back, staring at him with bright eyes, and said with a smile: "I'm getting married, won't you give me a gift?"
Pei Qing frowned slightly and said, "What do you want?"
Huanwan came closer to him, her face was only a few feet away from the tip of his nose, she exhaled like a blue breath and said, "Anything is okay?"
Pei Qing turned his head and said calmly: "No!"
Huanwan said dissatisfied: "Pei Qing, you still owe me a favor!"
"I don't owe you any favors." Pei Qing shook his head.
Huanwan gave a sweet shout and said, "Can you deny that Ximen Chuixue's Sword Questioning Post?"
Pei Qing was silent. After a moment, he slowly said: "What gift do you want?"
"I want you to go to the Yinkui sect on the third day of March and take me away at my wedding banquet." Hanhan stared at him with a look of anticipation and nervousness in her eyes.
Pei Qing shook his head and said: "No, that day, I will go to the Divine Sword Villa to ask for swordsmanship."
Huanwan glared at him angrily, pursed her pretty red lips, and walked away without looking back, leaving behind an angry sentence: "Pei Qing, you are not boring, you are just a piece of wood!"
Pei Qing shook his head, as if he didn't take Huan's words to heart. He picked up the wine jar in front of him and took another sip.
The aroma of wine overflows to the west.
The smell of alcohol was gone.
He put down the wine jar and looked up at the sky.
The sky is very blue today, and the sun is shining down, making people feel sleepy.
He knew that he was sleepy again.
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Ps：
People who don't understand the end of this chapter will probably abandon the book later on. In fact, the previous chapter is foreshadowing, and you can't change it by changing the text. After all, that's how the outline is written.
I would like to say sorry to those behind me who will abandon the book.
