Tomorrow's Ark is too real

Chapter 1044
Ying Wulan lost, he did lose.

In the battle between the knife and the sword, he lost completely.

This move has been passed down from generation to generation in the Yingwu family, and the sword-drawing technique that has been sublimated to the pinnacle here actually only scratched the skin of Xiao Yunye's neck.

On the contrary, as the attacker, he was pierced through the shoulder by the long sword stabbed at no time.

There is no doubt that Xiao Yunye had completely seen through him the moment he made a move.

For everyone, the world is not a static picture, but a long runway.

You can run, and so can others, it's just a question of who is faster and who is slower.

Of course, some people may choose to stop and rest, or never run again.

But that's someone else's business, and you can't deprive others of their right to choose whether to run or not.

decades ago.

The high-spirited Yingwu Shiyelang went to Yan Kingdom alone, and fought with Xiao Yunye for three days and three nights at the top of Qingyun Peak, but lost in the end.

It can be seen from this that the strength gap between Yingwu Juyelang and Xiao Yunye is not that big. If the gap is really one heaven and one underground, then Yingwu Juyelang will not feel unwilling, and will live his life. Obsessed.

Now, decades later.

Ying Wulan's talent is far superior to that of his grandfather Ying Wu Toyaro, and his strength is also more than one level stronger. This is an indisputable fact in the hearts of Dongguo warriors.

But this kind of him, when facing the same opponent as his grandfather back then, did not last for 3 minutes.

This is why?

Obviously Xiao Yunye has entered his twilight years. For martial arts practitioners, the physical strength and reaction ability of this age will be compromised, even not half of what they were when they were young.

And why couldn't he defeat Xiao Yunye, even for 3 minutes?
In the courtyard of the Sakurabu family residence.

Blood flowed backwards along the Qingyun Sword's blade, feeling the sharp pain from being pierced through the shoulder, Ying Wulan's eyes widened in shock.

His lips moved slightly, and he said three words tremblingly.

"why?"

Xiao Yunye held the sword in one hand, until then, the bloodstains on the neck wiped by the cherry blossom knife faintly leaked blood.

The old face was very calm, and during the momentary life-and-death confrontation, he didn't even breathe randomly.

"I don't know why I lost."

"I don't understand."

"Young man, you have lost your heart."

"Heart?"

"Sakura Takeru, if I'm not mistaken, your grandfather is Sakuratake Toyaro."

Having been pierced through the shoulder by the Qingyun Sword, Ying Wulan didn't have any pained expression on her face, only shock.

He couldn't wait to ask loudly.

"Why? Why! Obviously I am stronger than Grandpa, obviously I defeated Grandpa many years ago!"

There was a slight tremor in Xiao Yunye's pupils.

Although he has no offspring in his life, he can see some things more clearly.

"Yingwulan, do you really think you are stronger than your grandfather?"

This was the first time in Ying Wulan's life that he was asked this ridiculous-sounding question face to face, and he replied loudly excitedly.

"Isn't it natural! I defeated my grandfather, do you mean that he was letting water back then? Deliberately losing to me?"

"Do not."

Xiao Yunye shook his head lightly.

"Based on what I know about Sakuratake Toyaro, he will never release water, even if the opponent is his descendant."

"Then why? He obviously lost. Doesn't this prove that I am better than grandpa?"

"Sakura Takeshi Toyaro also lost in his heart."

Ying Wulan's pupils shrank into a small dot, and shouted excitedly.

"I don't understand! I don't understand!"

Seeing his appearance, Xiao Yunye actually showed a vicissitudes of life smile on his old face.

"Maybe Yingwu Toyaro himself doesn't understand, but in my opinion, the reason why he lost to you is because you are his grandson."

Hearing Xiao Yunye's words, Ying Wulan's excitement stopped abruptly. Compared with the penetrating wound on his shoulder, these words hurt him more fatally.

The true meaning that Xiao Yunye wants to express can be expressed in a more straightforward sentence.

[It’s not that I’ve become stronger, but that you are too weak]

Back then, Sakuratake Toyaro didn't deliberately let the water go, but when facing his grandson, his mentality changed. It was this subtle change that caused him to lose to his grandson.

The most complicated thing in the human heart, although Xiao Yunye couldn't understand this state of mind, he was very sure of this conclusion.

Because, Yingwulan is indeed not as strong as Yingwu Shiyelang back then.

Obviously, this well-known sword god of the Eastern Kingdom is only living in his own dream of being the strongest. Until now, he has not understood a reason.

That is, there is no such thing as the strongest in the world.

There are people beyond people, and there is sky beyond the sky. As long as the flow of time cannot be stopped, there will be no number one in the world.

For Ying Wulan, this is a very cruel fact.

In the night wind, he lowered his head and his shoulders were shaking slightly. It wasn't because of the pain, but because he couldn't accept the result.

Suddenly, he suddenly raised his face, his expression distorted by strong emotional stimulation.

"No, I am number one in the world!"

With a loud roar, Ying Wulan ignored the Qingyun Sword piercing through his shoulder, and slashed the Sakura Knife towards Xiao Yunye again.

"puff!"

Xiao Yunye pulled out the Qingyun Sword almost at the same time, and the blood it brought out splashed out.

"Ding!"

The galloping Sakura Knife was blocked at the neck.

At this time, Ying Wulan had been overwhelmed by the strong unwillingness, and her sword skills had become disorganized.

The pierced shoulder made it impossible to lift the entire right arm. Holding the knife in his left hand, he slashed wildly at Xiao Yunye, roaring crazily.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

However, in all the slashings since then, he never touched Xiao Yunye at all, not even the sword.

With a dodge, Xiao Yunye's movement seemed to be so fast that it surpassed the light. Before the cherry blossom knife stabbed, the blade had already cut two bloodstains on Ying Wulan's chest.

"Shh, shh!"

The blue gown shattered along with the blood mist, and the next second, Xiao Yunye approached him, retracting his sword and raising his palm.

"boom!"

With a muffled sound, this palm firmly hit Ying Wulan's chest, and at the same time, the hilt of Qingyun Sword also slammed into Ying Wulan's wrist holding the knife.

"Puff!"

Being hit by this palm on the injured chest, most of the clothes on Ying Wulan's upper body were shattered, and in the next second, blood spurted from the whole body and flew out backwards.

The left hand holding the knife was also hit hard at the same time, the palm was numb, and the Sakura Knife fell from his hand.

"boom!"

After landing, Ying Wulan slid like a torn sack against the ground for more than ten meters.

Not far away, with a "bang", the cherry blossom knife that was released also fell to the side in embarrassment.

The entire courtyard fell into dead silence again.

On the other side of the courtyard, the current patriarch of the Sakura Takeshi family, Yamayuki Sakurabu, sat down on the ground in shock.

Seeing Xiao Yunye beat Ying Wulan into a mess like an old man beating his son, he vaguely recalled the last words his grandfather said when he decided to retire.

【Xiao Yunye is recognized as the No. [-] sword master in the Yan Kingdom, but in my heart, he is truly No. [-] in the world】

(End of this chapter)