Chapter 250: Yu Liancheng Appears

Back in the year of the full moon, at the Forbidden City, the duel between Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng caused a sensation throughout the world, but because the Forbidden City was a restricted imperial area, few people were able to witness that battle.

Yet today, although this battle is far away on the peak of Tianshan, there are hundreds of experts present.

This battle is the focus of the world, and it possesses a thrill that words cannot describe.

On the peak of Tianshan, the figures of Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue are no longer to be seen, only two lightning-fast snow dragons clashing incessantly.

These are, of course, not real lightning snow dragons, but two streaks of Sword Qi wrapped in the sky-filling wind and snow, clashing and colliding like snow dragons.

The sword techniques of these two are already the pinnacle of the current age, and added to the fact that this is on the peak of Tianshan, which is piled high with accumulated snow, every strike sweeps up a sky full of wind and snow. Although most of those present are martial arts experts, very few can truly see the sword momentum of the two clearly.

Crisp clashing sounds ring out unceasingly, shaking the accumulated snow until it turns into powder.

The crowd of heroes only sees the sword light flashing and the snow flying across the sky; how could they distinguish the sword momentum? How could they distinguish the figures?

After dozens of breaths, suddenly a dragon's roar is heard, resounding through the sky, just like a great drum being struck in the firmament of the nine heavens.

The roaring sound does not cease, the wind and snow dissipate, and on the accumulated snow stand two figures whiter than the snow itself.

The two stand facing each other, their forms motionless, as if they could stand until the seas dry and the rocks crumble, until the mountains collapse and the earth cracks. The crowd cannot help but hold their breath, watching these two without blinking for even an instant.

Suddenly, Ximen Chuixue's figure staggers, as if unable to stand steady, and he half-kneels on the ground; fortunately, he uses his sword to support himself, so he does not fall to the ground and fail to rise.

And his originally pale face is even more ghastly to the extreme, yet a streak of bright red blood flows from the corner of his mouth, which, set against his pale face and snow-white robes, appears even more soul-stirring.

"I have lost!" Ximen Chuixue says with a weak breath and a dejected expression.

Ye Gucheng sheathes his Sword and says indifferently: "You did not kill me last time, giving me a chance, so after your wounds are healed, no matter when or where you wish to duel me, I will accompany you to the end."

"Good." Just as this word is spoken, a strange flush appears on Ximen Chuixue's face, and he vomits another mouthful of blood, finally fainting away.

Lu Xiaofeng drifts over, a look of worry on his face, his hand pressing on Ximen Chuixue's pulse.

Although he is not a doctor, as a World Walker in the pugilistic world, he understands a little bit of medical skill. He immediately breathes a sigh of relief; Ximen Chuixue's meridians have been injured by Sword Qi, but there is no major harm, and he will recover after resting for a period of time.

"Ye Gucheng, your Sword Technique has truly broken through the cage; it is a joyous and congratulatory matter." A clear and bright voice suddenly appears, resounding throughout the peak of Tianshan.

In the biting cold wind, everyone suddenly catches a scent of strange floral fragrance.

Then they see eight women in white as snow sweeping over from the distance.

These eight women are not only superb in lightness skills but also beautiful in appearance, their sleeves fluttering as if they were fairies walking on waves. Especially the leading woman, who is noble and graceful, beautiful beyond compare.

They unfold their exquisite lightness skills, carrying flower baskets in their hands, scattering flowers all the way from the distance.

A figure as agile as a dragon and as ethereal as an immortal is right behind these eight women; the speed of his flight is not fast, but he possesses an indescribable aura.

The moment he lands on the peak of Tianshan, it is as if a flying immortal from the heavens has descended into the human world.

This person is naturally Yu Liancheng.

He stands with his hands behind his back on the peak of Tianshan, a smile on his face.

Back when he was at Chunhua Lou, he saw Ye Gucheng have four young girls scatter flowers to form a carpet. Yu Liancheng had told Shangguan Xueer that one day he would have the people of the Red Shoes organization be the flower-scattering girls, and today he has fulfilled a wish.

"Xue Bing, why are you here?" Lu Xiaofeng also sees Xue Bing, his face lighting up with joy, and he hurriedly walks toward her.

Xue Bing's pretty face is cold; she snorts coldly, grabs a handful of petals, and with a flick of her delicate hand, the petals shoot out across the sky like hidden weapons, forcing Lu Xiaofeng to dodge in a hurry.

Gongsun Lan giggles and says: "Lu Xiaofeng, the Ninth Sister has nothing to do with you anymore; if you continue to pester her, don't blame me, the eldest sister, for being impolite."

On the other side, Ye Gucheng's cold, star-like eyes are also fixed on Yu Liancheng, and he says coldly: "You have come."

"Such a brilliant battle today, how could I not come." Yu Liancheng claps his hands and smiles: "Congratulations, your Sword Technique has now entered a brand-new level; although it is not yet invincible in the world, it is peerless in the martial arts world."

Ye Gucheng is like a flying immortal, his Sword is like a flying immortal, but in the end, he is still a person of the mortal world. And the imperial power is supreme, pressing down on the top of his head like Mount Tai.

At the time of the assassination attempt, that deep-rooted imperial power was oppressing him every moment.

The Emperor's martial arts were far inferior to his, yet a few short sentences could make Ye Gucheng break out in a cold sweat and hesitate to move forward.

And when Ye Gucheng truly thrust out that sword, he finally escaped the cage, and his spiritual realm reached a higher level.

Three months have passed, and his spirit has nurtured his Sword Technique, allowing Ye Gucheng's Sword Technique to truly reach the realm of the blue sky and white clouds, ethereal and without filth, ultimately defeating Ximen Chuixue.

"Of course it is not invincible in the world, because I have still lost at your hands, and I have not yet defeated you." Ye Gucheng's eyes are like cold stars.

"You cannot defeat me, and my opponent today is not you." Yu Liancheng smiles slightly.

Ye Gucheng does not speak again, but divine light shoots from his eyes, and the Sword in his palm leaves its sheath with a "clang," turning into a streak of flying rainbow silk as he thrusts toward Yu Liancheng.

The martial arts heroes are shocked; it turns out Ye Gucheng had also been defeated by Yu Liancheng before.

It is just that now Ye Gucheng's Sword Technique has greatly advanced, and as these two clash again, who knows who will win and who will lose?

Gongsun Lan shakes her head and says: "Ye Gucheng is bound to lose."

"I don't think so; Ye Gucheng's Sword Technique has reached a higher level, and having just defeated Ximen Chuixue, he carries the momentum of a great victory; it is not certain he cannot win." Lu Xiaofeng, who had been rebuffed by Xue Bing, crosses his arms and says unhappily.

"Although Ye Gucheng's momentum is strong, after fighting Ximen Chuixue, his essence, energy, and spirit have all been consumed." Gongsun Lan's beautiful eyes narrow, revealing a grave expression: "What's more, with the Young Master's current martial arts cultivation, I fear that even if Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng joined forces, they might not be able to defeat him."

Lu Xiaofeng laughs dumbly, strokes his mustache, and says: "So it turns out that not only do men like to brag, but women also like to brag, and the prettier the woman, the more she likes to brag for men."

Gongsun Lan snorts coldly and remains silent.

The wind and snow fill the sky, and the figures of Yu Liancheng and Ye Gucheng have both been covered by the kicked-up snow.

But from time to time, dazzling sword lights are revealed; even from dozens of yards away, one can still feel the astonishing nature of this sword.

Bang!!

Suddenly, a muffled sound explodes, echoing endlessly on the peak of Tianshan.

Immediately after, a white figure staggers backward from the sky-filling wind and snow, appearing in the sight of the crowd. His arm seems to be trembling, and a look of disbelief appears on his face.

Just by looking at his expression, the crowd already knows the outcome of this battle.