I Am Really Not a Man!

The palace is extremely lively tonight.

The only six ribbons in the world that were supposed to be distributed by Lu Xiaofeng were suddenly mass-produced for some reason, which was several times higher than the original six, but Wei Ziyun couldn't see the traces of their ribbons being faked and could only put them all out. Go in.

"City Master Ye." A guard knocked on the door of the room where Tang Wanfeng was temporarily resting. "The time is approaching, and the owner of Ximen is already waiting at the top of the Forbidden City."

Tang Wanfeng grasped the sword that Ye Gucheng had exchanged for her in advance, and replied, "I see."

The time has come...

Ye Gucheng may really have something to do with Chunyang's line, and his light gong is somewhat similar to Chunyang's, so Tang Wanfeng directly flew over with great light gong without concealing it, his figure fluttering, white clothes. The robe was slashed in the night breeze, as if a meteor fell on the ridge of the temple.

On the square under the main hall, the crowd onlookers greeted.

Ximen Chuuxue arrived one step earlier, waiting on the ridge of the temple, his face was slightly paler than usual, but it was not too bad at all. It was Tang Wanfeng, who didn't know if it was because of his disguise or what, his face was as pale as paper, and his figure was thin and standing in the wind, he felt like he was about to drift away.

Ximen Chuuxue said, "Don't come here without problems for many years?"

Tang Wanfeng followed Ye Gucheng's tone and replied: "Everything is fine."

Ximen Chuuxue said: "Today..."

Before he could tell what the length was, Tang Wanfeng interrupted directly: "Why gossip, why not mention more, today's battle, each one will do their best."

Ximen Chuuxue nodded, then raised the sword in his hand: "This sword is a weapon in the world, with a blade of three feet and seven inches, and a net weight of seven catties and 13 taels."

It’s been a time since Jian Tang Wanfeng, of course, knows what she should do now, and also raised her long sword, repeating what Ye Gucheng had told her before: “This sword is an elite of overseas cold swords, blowing hair and cutting hair, Jian Feng Three feet three, a net weight of six catties and four taels."

After speaking, both of them were brewing momentum, and neither of them made a move.

Lu Xiaofeng suddenly lifted Qing Gong to lift the ridge of his body, and smiled as he watched the two of them: "It is convenient for me to check your swords before the war, so that you can believe it."

Tang Wanfeng was naturally nothing, anyway, it wasn't her sword, so she handed it out very simply, "Why not?"

Ximen Chuuxue naturally trusted Lu Xiaofeng wholeheartedly, and passed the sword in his hand to Lu Xiaofeng without saying a word.

Lu Xiaofeng lowered his head and knocked on the sword, then leaned against Tang Wanfeng, and whispered, "Is it really okay?"

Tang Wanfeng hesitated for a while, and then said: "No problem, I will fall down in a while, and then the disguise will be lifted, you go directly to the South Study and leave me alone."

Seeing what she said, Lu Xiaofeng didn't doubt anything. He returned the two swords separately, then lowered the ridge of the palace, and said to everyone, "No problem."

Wei Ziyun then shouted to the two of them: "Two heroes, you can start."

Tang Wanfeng ignored him, just looked at Ximen Chuuxue, and said, "I teach myself the sword, and I am ready to die by the sword at any time."

Ximen Chuuxue wondered why she said this, but still replied: "Yes."

Tang Wanfeng continued: "So you don't have to be merciful this time, because I won't be merciful either."

After speaking, she drew the sword from the scabbard and threw the scabbard aside.

This battle is inevitable.

Ximen Chuuxue didn't expect Tang Wanfeng to be so direct, so he also threw the scabbard aside. The two faced each other for a long time, and they played swords at the same time.

Ye Gucheng's swordsmanship is the same as Qinggong, which is very similar to the moves in Chunyang's Taixu sword intent. Tang Wanfeng is also quite amazing when imitating it.

But for some reason, Ximen Chuuxue always felt that Tang Wanfeng's sword was weak. It looked aggressive, but in fact it was wiped away. Someone on the sidelines may see the two of you coming and fighting fiercely towards the sword shadow, but only Ximen Chuuxue knows that if Tang Wanfeng wants to end this duel, he will lose within ten moves.

The way of swordsmanship, as long as it is higher, suppression is absolute.

Why is there such an exquisite sword technique? Ximen Chuuxue was distracted. Then immediately afterwards, his sword stabbed Tang Wanfeng's heart inexplicably.

Ximen Chuuxue's eyes widened, surprised: "You..."

Tang Wanfeng smiled against Ye Gucheng's face, then leaned forward, letting his sword penetrate his body.

In this way, there is no cure, right?

In fact, death doesn't seem to be terrible. The chest hurt, if it hurts, it won't hurt anymore. The blood that shed seems to take away the pain, everything is not as bad as I thought.

Tang Wanfeng's body gradually lost balance and rolled down the ridge of the palace. The force of the collision between her body and the ground caused the sword in her chest to pierce out again, tearing the wound to deepen again, Tang Wanfeng spit out blood suddenly, struggling to tear off the disguise on her face.

"A night? Why are you?" The most surprised thing is that Sikong picks the stars who came to make soy sauce tonight. He was a person who did not participate in the plan during the whole process. Naturally, he didn't know that Ye Gucheng was pretending to be Tang Wanfeng.

Tang Wanfeng wanted to laugh, but the blood that was not vomiting out of her mouth made her choke. Lu Xiaofeng hurriedly went to support her and was frightened by her condition.

"A night, aren't you really playing? If you have any flowers full of the building, you won't let me go!" Lu Xiaofeng was a little panicked. This is different from the script Tang Wanfeng told him in advance. It's not like suspended animation at all, okay?

Tang Wanfeng silently chewed the low-grade hemostatic pill hidden in her mouth, and the blood bar on the system interface instantly rose. According to this DEBUFF blood loss, she can still support it for a few minutes.

After taking a breath, Tang Wanfeng grabbed Lu Xiaofeng's hand in a hurry to stop her bleeding, and joked: "Don't take advantage of me, bastard."

Lu Xiaofeng's eyes reddened anxiously: "Are you still thinking about joking? Your blood can't stop!"

Tang Wanfeng whispered: "If you don't do this, how can you lie to the past? You quickly go to the South Study Room to find the emperor, otherwise my sacrifice will be wasted. Go!"

Lu Xiaofeng was stunned: "Then, your blood..."

Tang Wanfeng almost wanted to kick him: "I will stop the bleeding naturally if there is no one, get out!"

Lu Xiaofeng thought for a while, but decided to put the big things first. What's more, he firmly believes in one thing: "The scourge left a thousand years." According to Tang Wanfeng's urinary sex, she was too short to live to be a hundred years old.

So he put Tang Wanfeng on the ground, the latter also closed his eyes very cooperatively and pretended to die, and then he made a suddenly realized expression, and led the onlookers in front of the hall and the guards to the south study room.

"Finally gone..." Tang Wanfeng closed his eyes and murmured, "I'm sorry... I lied to you."

As soon as she loosened her hand, a bottle of Bilu Dan rolled off.

She didn't take this medicine at all.

In this world, if you die, you are dead. If you can't go back to the 21st century, you will leave the body here.

Spend the whole building, leave it to you.