Fighter of the Destiny

This was the first time the two of them spoke since the Battle of Naihe Bridge began.

It was also the first conversation between "Chen Changsheng" and "Xu Yourong".

Xu Yourong said I lost.

Chen Changsheng asked you to say it again.

If the person who said this sentence was Tang Sanliu, then this sentence was undoubtedly an extremely lethal mockery. Xu Yourong would definitely use Tianfeng's true blood to burn the bridge down. But she knew Chen Changsheng's temperament and knew that he had guessed something and was a little nervous, so she was not angry and smiled without saying a word.

The white gauze covered her face, and she couldn't see her smile. She could only faintly feel the meaning flowing in the air.

At this moment, the wind and snow blew slightly, and the white gauze hanging from the edge of Xu Yourong's hat was blown up.

This battle was full of swords, especially the Great Light Sword, which was extremely powerful. Her dress and hat were protected by true energy, but Baisha was not immune.

The fluttering white gauze broke and slowly fell to the ground.

Baisha's misfortune is Chen Changsheng's luck.

Because he finally saw her face.

It was an incomparably beautiful face, with picturesque eyebrows and a skin that could be broken by a blow, three points better than snow.

She is really beautiful, beautiful enough to take away the morale of the entire army and bring light to the world.

But this face was unfamiliar to Chen Changsheng.

Just when he felt regret coming over him, he saw her eyes.

They were a pair of extremely beautiful phoenix eyes, with countless stars in them, as if they were burning, bright and dazzling.

But he opened his eyes wide and stared into hers, looking deep into them.

There are no stars, no light, no holiness, no responsibility, just an empty mountain and a new rain.

At this time, there are still many words and smiles in these moving eyes.

Of course Chen Changsheng knew these eyes. He could never forget them. He once thought that he would never be able to look into these eyes again. Until this moment, until the moment of tranquility after the battle of rain and snow on Naihe Bridge, the breeze blew The white gauze covering his opponent's face fell off...

Some time ago, while sitting in Zhou Ling, he truly experienced what it means to feel sadness coming like a tide.

At this moment, he finally understood that the description in the book of being struck by lightning was not an exaggerated description, but a real situation.

In the slightly gloomy snowy sky, an invisible lightning seemed to strike him directly.

His body was extremely stiff and speechless. His hands holding the hilt of the sword were cold, but his body was extremely hot.

He pulled his eyes out of her eyes with great difficulty, turned around awkwardly, and looked at the vast white sky and water in the upper reaches of Luoshui River.

After a while, he turned back again and looked at her. He opened his mouth to say something, but in the end nothing came out. He had to look at the no man's land in the upper reaches of Luoshui again because he was worried about continuing to look. Will her legs, which were already slightly trembling, become weak immediately?

Seeing his clumsy and funny look, the smile in Xu Yourong's eyes grew stronger and stronger. He covered his mouth and smiled, and a flower bloomed in his eyes.

She walked to the bridge, stood next to him, looked towards the upper reaches of Luoshui River, and said calmly: "Is there anything interesting to see?"

"You...don't talk to me yet, I'm a little confused right now."

Chen Changsheng's face was a little red, not because of the lingering power of Lingxi's finger, nor because of the cold weather, but because of nervousness.

He looked at Luo Shui and smelled the faint fragrance coming from his side. He felt flustered and did not dare to look aside.

Before the war started, he was also very nervous, so he watched the snow fall into Luoshui by the bridge, and finally gained inner peace from the movement and stillness.

However, no matter how he looked at the snow entering Luoshui at this time, he could not calm down.

Xu Yourong gently pushed the hair behind his ears and looked at his side face. Not wanting to make him too embarrassed, he suppressed his smile and said calmly: "That last sword strike earlier, why didn't you press the Su Shen button at the beginning?" You were walking straight ahead, but you suddenly turned your sword back to your eyebrows?"

When talking about swords, Chen Changsheng actually calmed down a little and murmured: "I just guessed."

Su Li made it very clear when he passed on his wisdom sword. In many cases, he just had to guess. This statement sounds a bit unreasonable, but with Xu Yourong's talent, he can naturally understand it. She didn't want to tease him anymore, but after hearing this, she couldn't help but said: "Then why can't you guess who I am?"

She said it very calmly, but if you listen carefully, there is still a faint meaning.

Chen Changsheng was already dumbfounded at this time, with his head lowered and unable to speak at all.

Xu Yourong said nothing more and stood beside him quietly, watching the snow fall into Luoshui.

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From the beginning of the war to now, there have been overwhelming cheers and discussions on both sides of the Luoshui River. When the mist and snow met the rain and mist, and the Zhaijian and Wuguo swords bloomed with the brightest colors, the cheers and discussions reached their peak. Ordinary people could not understand this battle, but the dazzling scenes on the Naihe Bridge were enough to move them.

This much-anticipated battle was finally over, and admiration and discussion continued because the people could not tell who had won the final victory.

"I think it should be Dean Xiao Chen. Didn't the saint retreat first in the end?"

"Both of them were injured. Dean Xiao Chen's injury was more serious. Why do you say that the saint lost?"

"But didn't you see that the last two swords fell into the hands of Dean Xiao Chen?"

"What does that mean? The saint's truly powerful methods haven't been used yet. Have you seen the legendary phoenix blood?"

"Are you sure that Dean Xiao Chen did his best?"

News soon came from the front of the river embankment that Xu Yourong admitted that he had lost to Chen Changsheng's sword.

After a period of silence on both sides of the Luoshui River, this fact was gradually digested.

"Hey... look at the bridge!"

Countless pairs of eyes looked at the Naihe Bridge in the distance, and saw Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong standing there side by side, seeming to be talking softly. After a while, they stopped talking and stood there quietly, letting the light snow fall. Because they were far apart, it seemed as if their bodies were leaning together.

The discussion on both sides of Luoshui gradually subsided and became extremely quiet. People looked at the scene on Naihe Bridge and were a little surprised. They were still fighting with swords before, but now they can stand side by side and enjoy the scenery? How is this going?

"Saint...Isn't this a sign of mercy?"

Only a handful of people watching the battle on the shore supported Chen Changsheng. Even these people were silent because it was obvious that the battle was extremely exciting, but it was obvious that neither side was fighting to the death. The people could not understand the rain. Xue Li's magical sword moves, looking at the scene on the bridge at this time, can feel some hidden meaning flowing in it.

The scene on the Naihe Bridge is beautiful. In the scene, they stand together so harmoniously and peacefully that people can't bear to make a sound to break it. It was not until much later that the crowds on both sides of Luoshui gradually began to express emotions with the same meaning.

"Why do such a couple of gods and immortals have to draw swords against each other?"

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(There will be another chapter tonight.)