I, Jin Yiwei, Guard the Sky Prison For a Hundred Years - Chapter 198

Inside the venue, Ximen Chuixue stood on the tower.

In contrast, it is the fake Ye Gucheng.

At this time, the two were facing each other, but neither made a move.

Just because the time has not come.

In the field, all kinds of discussions kept ringing.

“You mean, who will win between the two?”

“It must be Ye Gucheng, you look at Ximen Chuixue, I’m afraid he’s gone into the devil’s way.”

“Hey, I was deceived. I bought Ximen Chuixue to win, I’m afraid I will lose everything.”

“Hahaha, I bought Ye Gucheng with all my wealth, this is a big profit.”

In the pavilion, Ximen Chuixue closed his eyes and rested.

All kinds of foul language kept coming from my ears.

The breeze blows.

A few strands of hair on the top of his head were rippling in the wind, but his heart was unusually calm at the moment.

The memories of the past flashed before my eyes.

His thoughts kept returning to the past.

He skipped countless cold eyes, skipped the girl who avenged his revenge, and in the end, it was fixed at the moment when he took the sword for the first time.

Abusive, contemptuous, indifferent.

Negative discussions of all kinds are still lingering.

But in such an environment, he gradually got used to it, or became numb.

Eliminate the fear, face the fear, and finally find that what you fear can’t hurt yourself at all.

That feeling is relieved.

His demonic barrier was fading, and there was a bit of sarcasm on his face.

He was ridiculing that young self, and he would be disturbed by the opinions of others.

In the same way, he is also mocking those who speak ill of him in the field.

This group of people are not as talented as themselves, their swordsmanship is not as good as themselves, and their martial arts cultivation is not as good as themselves.

They only judge people by their appearance, draw conclusions about others, and judge others confidently.

I have been competing with this kind of thing all these years.

Just thinking about it made Ximen Chuixue laugh.

But at this time, the people present felt a strange feeling.

In particular, the sword’s feel is more intuitive.

They all looked at their swords in unison.

Like nothing, they felt that their swords were a little out of control, as if they wanted to unsheathed.

In the attic, Mei Jin’s mouth twitched, and he looked at Ximen Chuixue on the roof next to him.

“Tsk tsk tsk, breaking and standing back, this sword intent is worthy of Ximen Chuixue.”

Hearing this, Shui Sheng on the side was puzzled.

“Has he removed the mental block?”

Mei Jin nodded.

And Shui Sheng pouted.

“If you want me to say, this is just mediocre, why should you care about other people’s opinions?”

Mei Jin rolled his eyes immediately.

I don’t know who nearly had a nervous breakdown in someone’s store.

To be honest, he sympathized with Ximen Chuixue.

When the world was mixing and matching, it was obviously full of malice towards him.

It is also from the legend of Lu Xiaofeng, only his style of painting is different.

The four most attractive characters in the original work, the other three are all talented, only he has an indescribable face.

You know, even in Lord Xing’s movie, he has three confidants who are just as ugly as him.

But in this world, he is the only one who is different.

After all, people are not afraid of strange things, but they are afraid of no kind.

Ximen Chuixue has achieved so much in such an environment, and his heart is already very strong.

But at this moment, a gong sounded.

It’s time for a duel.

The next second, everyone in the field immediately became restless.

But at this moment, everyone’s faces suddenly stiffened.

On the pavilion, a figure slowly fell and smashed into the crowd.

It was Ye Gucheng.

And Ximen Chuixue also looked at the sharp sword in his hand with a puzzled expression.

Ye Gucheng, how weak?

Suddenly, there was a burst of exclamation in the field.

“This is not Ye Gucheng!”

“He’s wearing a human skin mask, it’s a fake!”

However, seeing that the face of the corpse had already revealed its true colors, Ximen Chuixue’s sharp sword cut off half of his mask.

Such a situation naturally shocked the audience.

Ye Gucheng is not Ye Gucheng, and Ximen Chuixue looks like this again.

It was originally a shocking drama, but it turned into this look.

Anyone who bought a ribbon at a high price felt a loss of blood at this time.

Some people even started shouting.

“rnm money back!”

“What **** duel, is it worth us running all the way?”

“Where did the real Ye Gucheng die? I paid a lot of money to buy him to win, and he made a stand-in?”

Seeing the excitement of the crowd, the scene has become somewhat uncontrollable.

A figure suddenly rushed to the top of the pavilion, looking at the appearance, it was Ye Gucheng again.

In such a situation, the people present were instantly confused.

Is this the real one?

At the same time, in the attic where Mei Jin was, Cao Zhengchun and others were present.

Seeing this, Mei Jin raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

“It’s done?”

Cao Zhengchun nodded.

“The emperor is fine, but the prisoner ran away.”

Zhuge Zheng, I immediately added.

“If it’s not bad, that person should be the leader of the Shenyue Sect. Ban Tianyue, his horizontal training is really powerful, and he couldn’t stop him.”

Hearing this, Mei Jin fell into contemplation.

According to the information provided by Jia Jingzhong before, Ban Tianyue should have colluded with the West Factory.

Behind this incident, Wei Zhongxian’s shadow is indispensable.

But at this moment, Shui Sheng suddenly exclaimed.

“It’s about to start!”

Mei Jin was stunned for a moment, then looked at the field.

But they saw that Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue had drawn their swords and were ready to fight.

The catcher on the side was holding the long sword at his waist.

Seeing this, Mei Jin teased.

“Are you ready to shoot?”

Catcher nodded.

“If Ximen Chuixue is defeated, Ye Gucheng can’t be spared. This kid is very skilled in swordsmanship.”

Mei Jin grinned.

“Don’t worry, even if Ye Gucheng is stronger than Ximen Chuixue, he won’t win.”

“Oh? Why is that?”

Mei Jin sighed.

“He is a proud swordsman. Today’s defeat, he can only be greeted by prison or execution, and these two methods of death are unacceptable to people like Ye Gucheng, who died at the hands of Ximen Chuixue. , is his best home.”

Catcher was silent for a moment, and then said something strange.

“But why do I feel that this kid doesn’t look like he wants to die at all?”

Mei Jin was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly looked towards the field.

With excellent eyesight, he can naturally see all the expressions of the other party.

But on the pavilion, Ye Gucheng’s face was ashen, and he looked at Ximen Chuixue with a constipated expression.

Judging from the energy he was stirring all over, he was very angry at this time.

Looking at this appearance, it does not look like a swordsman who is generous to his death.

Seeing this, Mei Jin not only frowned.

“Something’s wrong…”

…

In the field, Ye Gucheng stared at Ximen Chuixue.

It was the first time in his life that he saw the swordsman who was as famous as him.

And the appearance of the other party really startled him.

Originally, he really wanted to die under the sword of Ximen Chuixue, to draw an end to himself.

But somehow, the moment he saw Ximen Chuixue.

He felt that the beheading was not unacceptable.

I saw Ye Gucheng shook his head, forcibly suppressed the distracting thoughts in his heart, and said with a sword.

“This sword is an elite overseas cold sword. It has a broken hair, a sword blade three feet three, and a net weight of six catties and four taels.”

“Good sword!”

Saying that, Ximen Chuixue also raised the sword in his hand.

“This sword is a sharp weapon in the world. The blade of the sword is three feet seven inches, and the net weight is seven catties and thirteen taels.”

When he said this, Ximen Chuixue stroked the hair on top of his head habitually, and saw Ye Gucheng frowning.

Immediately, unable to control it any longer, he rushed up.

The two master swordsmen fought directly together.

At the same time, Mei Jin in the attic also frowned.

Ye Gucheng’s play style at the moment is very fierce, not like going to death, but like the last madness, ready to exchange injuries for injuries.

Seeing this, Mei Jin couldn’t sit still any longer, and looked at Cao Zhengchun who was beside him.

“Uncle, if there is an accident, please keep Ximen Chuixue.”

Hearing this, Cao Zhengchun nodded, immediately performed light work, and strode away.

In the blink of an eye, he passed through the crowd and came to the bottom of the battlefield pavilion.

Zhuge Zheng, I and Chashen were not idle, and followed closely.

In an instant, only Mei Jin and Shui Sheng were left in the field.

On the battlefield, the fight between Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng became more and more intense.

This made the martial arts crowd watching the battle addicted.

The two fought back and forth, and for a while, no one could do anything about the other.

But Shui Sheng suddenly asked a question.

“Who do you think will win.”

Mei Jin shook his head.

“Not sure, after all, Ximen Chuixue didn’t find a wife.”

Shuisheng was suddenly puzzled.

“What does this have to do with finding a wife?”

“You don’t understand. Both of them practice ruthless swordsmanship. The more ruthless they are, the more superb their swordsmanship is. If Ximen Chuixue finds a wife, I’m afraid they won’t be Ye Gucheng’s opponent.”

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“So, masters must be heartless.”

After all, Shui Sheng instinctively clenched his fists, and there was a little more expectation in his eyes.

She didn’t understand why she was upset, but she knew that she cared about Mei Jin’s next answer.

On the other hand, Mei Jin pouted, very disdainful.

“To practice swordsmanship, to sacrifice oneself to practice swordsmanship, isn’t this being enslaved by swords?

I’ve never heard of a master who wants to be a slave, whether it’s a sword or a knife, talent is the master, and talent is the soul. If you give up your feelings for the sake of practicing, you will lose to yourself first. ”

When he said this, Mei Jin was moved.

This is also the one he most agrees with among the theories about martial arts in memory.

The strong are enslaved by the sword, not by the sword. (More general, simplified and “Full Moon Scimitar”)

But at this moment, a voice came.

“Do you really think so?”

Hearing this, Mei Jin replied without thinking.

“nature.”

But then, Mei Jin’s expression changed suddenly.

Just because of the sudden questioning voice, it was not Shui Sheng’s at all.

But because of this, Mei Jin felt terrified.

Someone could approach him without a sound.

You know, under the dual induction of hearing and smell, even a martial artist of Cao Zhengchun’s level can’t sneak up on him.

Perhaps Gao Jue’s light energy escaped his ears, but the smell of the human body could never escape his nose.

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