Chapter 76

After two o'clock, everyone, please cast your votes for the Three Rivers, mua!

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"Ahem... everyone, please quiet down."

Zhou Yang lightly coughed, and the bustling, noise-filled Multiverse Tower instantly fell silent.

"Those who wish to apply as dimensional agents, please continue to submit your resumes. I will select suitable agents as soon as possible and notify everyone. Additionally, those who wish to watch the match between Ye Gucheng and Xi Men Chuixue, we can leave now," Zhou Yang said.

It was already dusk, and the match between Ye Gucheng and Xi Men Chuixue was approaching.

As for the issue of entering the forbidden area of the imperial palace, Zhou Yang had already resolved it. When Bulma left, Zhou Yang had her leave two flying machines.

One was a small flying machine, which could seat about four or five people, and the other was a medium-sized flying machine, which could seat about twenty people.

However, they might not even need the flying machines. Everyone here, except for Wan Yan Lie, was an unparalleled expert from their respective worlds. The walls, though high, could not resist their steps.

Li Xunhuan was drinking from a wine gourd, his face showing a sense of comfort and intoxication. For a wine lover, the fine wine of the Multiverse Tower was indeed rare in the world, making one reluctant to leave.

Feng Qingyang also came down quickly from the second floor of the Multiverse Tower, leading a very excited Yue Buqun. Yue Buqun was extremely excited; being able to watch the duel between two supreme swordsmen was a great opportunity for him, as he also used a sword.

Wan Yan Lie, with a smug look, glanced at Emperor Huizong of Song, Zhao Ji, and then walked over. The Jurchens were fond of martial arts, and he was also eager to watch the duel between top swordsmen.

Following them, more people came, including the cold-faced Gui Hai Yidao, the worried Yang Guo with his excited divine eagle, and then many other experts like Wu Yazi. In total, there were already more than a dozen people.

Seeing that the group was complete, Zhou Yang did not wait any longer.

"Let's go!"

Zhou Yang silently recited, and then appeared in a bustling city. The wide streets were crowded with people, shoulder to shoulder, as if they could not contain such a large number of people.

Whether martial artists or literati, they all flocked to the capital, their faces filled with enthusiasm.

This battle was between the Lord of White Cloud City, Ye Gucheng, and Xi Men Chuixue, a duel between supreme swordsmen. The winner would be the first swordsman in the world, perhaps even the greatest martial artist.

Although it was already night, the capital was brightly lit, and the endless noise grew louder, completely igniting the city.

Zhou Yang and his group followed the crowd toward the imperial palace. Around the palace, the army was gathered, soldiers with strong bows and arrows in hand, their weapons gleaming coldly. They faced the surrounding crowd, but their hearts were also restless, occasionally turning to look at the highest point of the palace.

"Who will win this final battle?" a martial artist sighed, shaking his head. Both men had never lost from birth to entering the martial world, as if they were born for the sword, born to be supreme swordsmen.

"I think the Lord of White Cloud City, Ye Gucheng, will definitely win. I've heard that Ye Gucheng's 'Heavenly Flying Immortal' is the strongest sword in the world. Although Xi Men Chuixue is powerful, he may not be a match."

"Nonsense, the fastest sword in the world is the only one that cannot be defeated. Xi Men Chuixue's sword is the fastest in the world, and his sword technique is unbreakable."

On the way, whether martial artists, literati, or commoners, they all argued, supporting their favorite swordsmen, their faces red with anger, and many even started fighting.

The moon gradually sank to the west but looked even rounder, its bright light pouring down like frost and snow.

A full moon seemed to hang under the eaves of the Hall of Supreme Harmony. Many people were already standing under the eaves, but no one spoke. Zhou Yang and his group naturally entered easily, without even using the flying machines, leaping in.

At this moment, everyone was silent, their mouths closed, as they could also feel the two overwhelming pressures slowly rising.

Two figures suddenly appeared on the peak of the Forbidden City, one in white like clouds, the other in white like snow.

Boom!

All the spectators who could see the two figures instantly erupted. They had been waiting for this, the ultimate duel between the two top swordsmen.

To put it bluntly, this duel was a battle for the title of the greatest swordsman in the world. The winner would be the greatest swordsman, but who would it be? Ye Gucheng or Xi Men Chuixue?

The Lord of White Cloud City, Ye Gucheng, had been devoted to the sword since childhood and had a very high talent. He had self-learned the supreme sword path and created the brilliant sword technique 'Heavenly Flying Immortal,' which made him look down on the world and his name resounded throughout the land.

Xi Men Chuixue stood out in the martial world with his unparalleled sword technique. He was cold and aloof, rarely smiling, and was obsessed with the sword. He could take a life in an instant, viewing killing as an art.

The duel between these two top swordsmen was bound to be breathtaking. After all, swordsmen were known for their speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness. One mistake could mean death, especially for top swordsmen.

On the peak of the Forbidden City.

The two figures stood a hundred paces apart.

Ye Gucheng's eyes were cold, his back straight. He gently drew his sword from the scabbard, caressing the Flying Crane sword, and said coldly, "This sword is made of cold iron from the sea, capable of cutting hair, with a blade length of three feet and seven inches, weighing six pounds and four ounces."

Suddenly, a dragon's cry echoed, and the sword's aura soared to the sky.

Ye Gucheng's sword was out of the scabbard.

Under the moonlight, the sword seemed pale.

The pale moon, the pale sword, the pale face.

"This sword is a supreme weapon, with a blade length of three feet and seven inches, weighing seven pounds and three ounces," Xi Men Chuixue stood tall, his white clothes like snow, but the sword in his hand was black, dark, narrow, and ancient.

In the next moment, Xi Men Chuixue's sword was out of the scabbard, faster than light, like lightning, and still.

Under the moonlight, the sword seemed cold.

The cold moon, the cold sword, the cold face.

They did not value life, whether it was others' or their own, equally.

Their attacks were merciless, as their sword techniques were fatal.

They both liked to wear snow-white clothes.

It made people feel that if one of them existed, the other should not, as both were too excellent, like the sun in the sky. This world could only accommodate one.

Clang!

The swords clashed, figures crossed, sparks flew, dazzling and brilliant, like two small suns, radiating intensely.

"How come I feel like I'm trembling!" Under the eaves, a half-step Xiantian martial artist's body hair stood on end, his voice trembling.

"I feel the same, a sense of danger coming from all sides, as if someone is trying to assassinate me."

"These two must have already mastered sword qi. The sword qi is cold and sharp. Today, I see, it is indeed extraordinary."

"Their swords are truly terrifying." Under the eaves, Li Xunhuan took a sip of wine and smiled. He felt his blood burning, unable to resist the urge to fight.

"It seems that in our last battle, Ye Gucheng did not use his full strength." Feng Qingyang's face turned even more bitter. Damn, how old are you, and your sword technique is already so terrifying.

Under the eaves, everyone's gaze was fixed, following the movements of the two figures on the roof. The duel had entered a white-hot state.

Clang, clang, clang, clang...

Sword qi crisscrossed, figures crossed, the cold air was intense, and the sword light was fierce.

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