Lu Xiaofeng replied with an "Oh",
He swirled his wine glass,
He didn't continue to drink,
Instead, he followed Xie Lige's gaze and looked across.
Under the moonlight,
Ye Gucheng's face was indeed pale. Simon Suisue's face was also very pale,
But he was still a little angry.
Both of them were dressed in snow-white clothes,
Spotless, and their faces were completely expressionless. At this moment,
Their bodies had become as cold and sharp as their swords,
They had completely lost their human emotions.
The two of them stared at each other, their eyes shining.
Everyone was very far away from them. Although their swords had not been unsheathed,
The sword qi was already shocking.
This kind of sharp sword qi was emitted by their own bodies.
Xie Lige glanced at the pretentious Ye Gucheng without leaving a trace. The other party had the word "Fake" above his head,
Then he looked at the nervous Lu Xiaofeng beside him,
But he smiled without saying a word.
This duel was very interesting.
The person was fake, and the sword was also fake,
Some people knew, some people were kept in the dark.
Very quickly, the impostor was knocked to the ground by Simon Suisue in one round.
Simon Suisue said coldly, "You are not Ye Gucheng. Who are you!"
As soon as these words were said,
Everyone who was watching the battle was shocked.
Not Ye Gucheng!!
How was this possible!
Tang Tian Zong, who was in the crowd, looked at the man in white on the ground and gritted his teeth,
When he thought that he had succeeded in his revenge,
Reality slapped him hard in the face. He was just a substitute.
The dignified sword immortal Ye Gucheng actually used a substitute. It had to be said that this was a wonderful irony.
The man in white on the ground coughed a few times and spat out a few mouthfuls of purplish black blood. Without saying a word, he died.
Lu Xiaofeng thought of the eunuch he had seen before. The old eunuch surnamed Wang had a strange smile on his face. He quickly moved in front of Wei Zi Yun and asked, "Where is the Emperor!"
"Do you think His Majesty is someone you can meet just because you want to?" Wei Zi Yun said angrily.
Lu Xiaofeng wasn't in the mood to argue with him. He said directly, "If you continue to stop me, I'm sure that your loyal Emperor will lose his life!"
Everyone in the Imperial Palace knew where Ye Gucheng wanted to go. The Forbidden City was the place where the Emperor lived. Setting the duel at the top of the Forbidden City was obvious. Everyone knew that. Perhaps it was because Ye Gucheng's reputation as a Sword Immortal was too well-known that everyone subconsciously avoided such a possibility.
Lu Xiaofeng didn't want to think this way, but reality told him that it was exactly what he thought.
Wei Zi Yun was at a loss for words.
After a long while, perhaps because Lu Xiaofeng's expression was too certain, Wei Zi Yun hesitated for a moment. In the end, his desire to protect his master prevailed, and Wei Zi Yun was unwilling to take the risk. He said coldly, "I'll take you there."
Lu Xiaofeng did not pay any attention to him, he ran up to the roof.
He came before Xie Lige, clasped his hands and said respectfully, "Senior, please lend me a hand."
Wei Zi Yun saw Lu Xiaofeng's actions and immediately fell silent. He knew how powerful the Pen Demon was. In fact, he had been there the entire time Xie Lige had climbed up to the roof. He didn't want to experience that feeling a second time in his life.
At the same time, his expression became serious. Lu Xiaofeng's actions made him understand that something was really going to happen in the palace.
Xie Lige himself had always had a good impression of the Emperor, he used to hear his cheap godson whisper 'good master' in his ear more than once, so he knew that the Emperor was a good person. Then he looked at Lu Xiao Feng who was cupping his fist nervously in front of him.
He stared at the other for a long time, until the latter became nervous.
Only then did he speak slowly.
"Let's go."
Lu Xiaofeng sighed in relief. Just as he was about to take the initiative to lead the way, he found himself lifted into the air by his collar.
Eh?
Lu Xiaofeng looked at the ink lotuses hanging at his feet with a confused expression.
A cold voice sounded in his ear, "Don't move. If you want to die, jump down yourself."
Lu Xiaofeng immediately stopped moving. He didn't want to die.
After that, he felt as if he was jumping between the ink lotuses. The ink was blurred, and the entire journey was as fast as lightning. Xie Lige looked at the place where the green and yellow names gathered on the map. He stopped and looked at the two groups of people who were in a deadlock.
One of the groups was led by Ye Gucheng, who had disappeared.
The moonlight was perfect.
Frost filled the sky.
Ye Gucheng began to draw his sword and pointed it at the yellow figure in front of him. In the next second, he could take the other party's life.
It was at this moment that he saw the two people outside the door.
"Lu Xiaofeng." Ye Gucheng looked at the figure outside the door indifferently.
Lu Xiaofeng, who was in Xie Lige's hand, didn't dare to make a sound. Instead, he gave the initiative to the person behind him. He looked at Xie Lige, whose dark eyes were unfathomable.
Ye Gucheng also saw Xie Lige, who was surrounded by a murderous aura.
"It's you!"
Xie Lige raised his eyebrows, "It's me!"
He walked down step by step from the air. It was as if stairs really appeared under his feet. With a smile on his lips and an evil look in his eyes, he walked into the room.
Everyone was angry, but they didn't dare to say anything.
At the side, the Emperor looked curiously at Xie Lige, who had an expression that said, "I'm here to cause trouble. What can you do to me?" He watched as Xie Lige picked up Lu Xiaofeng, who looked like he had seen through the world of mortals, and sat down on a chair. He casually lifted Lu Xiaofeng to the ground as if he was throwing away an object.
Ye Gucheng sighed, "You shouldn't have come."
He had invited this person to make this duel more realistic and to hide his tracks. He didn't expect that he would be exposed so quickly.
Ye Gucheng was worthy of being a Sword Immortal. He was flexible. When he saw Xie Lige's expression, he knew that he definitely wouldn't succeed today. He stuffed his sword back into its scabbard.
Xie Lige rested his face on his hand and scanned the expressions of the people around him. He noticed that there were two similar men in bright yellow robes. One of them had a ferocious expression while the other was much calmer. He looked at Xie Lige curiously.
He immediately understood what had happened.
A leopard cat swapping the crown prince?
"If I didn't come, I would have missed a good show." Xie Lige said calmly. He picked up the teacup beside him and found that it was empty.
Lu Xiaofeng saw this and very considerately poured a cup of tea for Xie Lige.
Xie Lige looked at him approvingly. He was indeed considerate.
He lowered his head and took a sip of the tea. His gaze alone was enough to make everyone in the room not dare to make a move.
Ye Gucheng was silent for a while. "It's my fault!"
Just as he finished speaking, a series of footsteps came from outside the room. The door was violently pushed open from the outside. A large number of soldiers rushed out. The one leading them was Wei Zi Yun.
Ye Gucheng turned around and found that he was surrounded on all sides. It was almost like a human wall. Dozens of cold gleaming swords formed a net.
Not only was there a net of swords, but there was also a forest of spears and a mountain of knives.
The golden spears reflected the moonlight, and the cold light shone on the iron armor. The power and killing intent of the Forbidden City was not something that anyone could imagine.
Wei Zi Yun, who was always calm and collected, had beads of sweat on the tip of his nose. He waved his sword and commanded the entire army. His eyes were fixed on Ye Gucheng, afraid that the latter would suddenly attack.
But what he was most concerned about was the person who was quietly drinking tea at the side.
From the moment he entered the room, he saw that everyone was surrounding the white-haired man. Even in the face of such a large army, the white-haired man's face was not red and his heart was not beating fast. His gaze swept across the crowd like a god looking at ants.
"Ah, Lu Xiaofeng." Xie Lige did not even look at him. He said directly, "Were you the one who notified the soldiers?"
Lu Xiao Feng scratched his beard sheepishly. He was indeed the one who called this man over. Before he came over, he even went out of his way to walk around in front of Wei Zi Yun. If he were to count, then he was indeed the one who called him over. But of course, he could not say it out loud. Lu Xiao Feng stammered as he tried to change the topic.
"Do you still remember the reason you called me over?" Xie Lige said gently.
Lu Xiaofeng remembered that he had said that he wanted to let Xie Lige watch the battle between the two peerless swordsmen. He had even promised that he would not disappoint him. But in the end, plans could never keep up with changes. Xie Lige saw that the battle was fixed.
Lu Xiaofeng immediately knew that his ancestor was dissatisfied.
Just as he was about to struggle and die with dignity, Xie Lige's voice sounded in his ear.
"Let's continue the battle."
"Ah?" Lu Xiaofeng was at a loss for words.
Xie Lige raised an eyebrow, "I accompanied you here only to capture Ye Gucheng and continue the battle."
Don't think that Xie Lige was a good person. He would never waste his energy on someone he did not want to work with. Even if it was the Emperor, it was the same. Rather than saying that he had saved the Emperor, it was more accurate to say that he wanted to watch the battle between Simon Suisue and Ye Gucheng. Even if something went wrong in the middle, it was fine.
Ye Gu Cheng fell silent. He didn't seem to have expected this person to be so unconventional.
Wei Zi Yun's nose was dripping with sweat, and his legs were trembling. Only he knew that the man was not joking. He had only come here to watch the show. In order to prevent him from objecting, the man had used his aura to suppress him.
Wei Zi Yun did not want to show his cowardice, and could only struggle bitterly.
Xie Lige glanced indifferently at Wei Zi Yun, then lowered his head and continued to drink his tea.
The little Emperor, who had been silent all this time, suddenly opened his mouth, "Wei Zi Yun, let them go."
"Your Majesty!" Wei Zi Yun still wanted to say something.
The little Emperor waved his hand, and looked at Xie Lige. "This is the Hall of Supreme Harmony, and not the Forbidden City. I also want to see the battle between the two most powerful swordsmen in the world."
In other words, he wanted Ye Gucheng to return to the Forbidden City and continue the battle.
Xie Lige smiled, "Your Majesty is indeed extraordinary."
Knowing that he was at a disadvantage, he gave up on his request.