This was the first time the two had spoken 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 said you should say it again.
If the person who said this sentence was Tang Thirty-Six, then this sentence was undoubtedly a very lethal taunt. Xu Yourong would definitely use Tianfeng's true blood to burn this bridge down. But she knew Chen Changsheng's temperament, knew that he had guessed something, and was a little nervous, so she was not angry, just smiled and said nothing.
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 veiled hat was blown up.
In this duel, swordsmanship was everywhere, especially the power of the Great Bright Sword was extremely terrifying. Her dress and veil were protected by true energy, but Bai Sha could not be spared.
The fluttering white gauze broke and slowly fell to the ground.
Bai Sha's misfortune was Chen Changsheng's luck.
Because he finally saw her face.
It was an incomparably beautiful face, with picturesque eyebrows and eyes, and skin that could be broken by blows and bullets, three points better than snow.
She is really beautiful, beautiful enough to take away the morale of the three armies, and the world is bright.
But this face was unfamiliar to Chen Changsheng.
Just when he felt regret hit him, he saw her eyes.
It was a pair of extremely beautiful phoenix eyes, with countless stars shining in them, as if they were burning, bright and dazzling.
But he opened his eyes very wide and stared into hers until he saw the deepest part.
There are no stars, no light, no holiness, no responsibility, only empty mountains and new rains.
At this time, there are still many words and smiles in these touching eyes.
Of course, Chen Changsheng knew these eyes, and he would never forget them. He used to think that he would never be able to look at these eyes again, until now, until the moment of tranquility after the battle of rain and snow at Qiaotou, when the breeze was blowing. He dropped the white veil covering his opponent's face...
Some time ago, sitting in Zhouling, he really experienced what it means to be sad 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 dim snowy sky, an invisible bolt of lightning seemed to be born, directly hitting him.
His body was so stiff that he couldn't speak, his hands holding the sword hilt were cold, but his body was extremely hot.
With great difficulty, he pulled his eyes out of her eyes, turned around very clumsily, and looked at the vast white sky and water upstream of the Luoshui River.
After a while, he turned back again, looked at her, opened his mouth to say something, but couldn't say anything after all, so he had to look at the no man's land upstream of Luoshui again, because he was worried that he would continue to look at her. Will her already trembling legs go limp immediately
Seeing his clumsy and funny appearance, the smile in Xu Yourong's eyes became more and more intense, he covered his mouth and smiled, and a flower bloomed in his eyes.
She walked to the bridge, stood beside him, looked towards the upper reaches of Luoshui, and said calmly, "Is there anything to see?"
"You... don't talk to me first, I'm a little messed up right now."
Chen Changsheng's face was a little red, it wasn't because of the lingering prestige of his consonance, nor was it because of the cold weather, but because of nervousness.
He looked at Luoshui, smelled the faint fragrance from his side, and felt flustered, and didn't dare to look aside.
Before the war, 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 silence.
However, no matter how he looked at Xue Ruluoshui at this moment, he couldn't calm down.
Xu Yourong gently brushed the hair from his sideburns behind his ears, looked at his side face, and didn't want to embarrass him too much, so he smiled and said calmly: "The last sword before, why didn't you press the first ginseng Go straight, but suddenly turn back with sword and eyebrow?"
When talking about swords, Chen Changsheng really calmed down a little, and murmured, "I guessed."
When Su Li passed on his sword of wisdom, he made it very clear that most of the time, he had to guess. This statement sounds a little unreasonable, but with Xu Yourong's talent, he can naturally understand it. She didn't want to make fun of him at first, but after hearing this, she still couldn't help saying: "Then why can't you guess who I am?"
She spoke very calmly, but there was still some faint meaning when she listened carefully.
At this moment, Chen Changsheng was already stupid, he could not speak at all with his head down.
Xu Yourong didn't say anything, just stood beside him quietly, watching Xue enter Luoshui.
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From the beginning of the war to the present, there have been loud cheers and discussions on both sides of the Luoshui River. When the smoke and snow met the rain and fog, and the Zhaijian and Wugou Sword bloomed in the brightest colors, the cheers and discussions reached their peak. Ordinary people can't understand this battle, but the dazzling picture on the Naihe Bridge is enough to move them.
This much-anticipated battle was finally over, and the admiration and discussion continued, because the public couldn't see who had won the final victory.
"I think it should be Dean Xiao Chen. Didn't the saint retire first?"
"Both of them were injured, and Dean Xiao Chen suffered more serious injuries. Why do you say that the saint lost?"
"But didn't you see that the last two swords fell into Xiao Chen's hands?"
"What does that mean? The Saintess's truly powerful means have not been used yet. Have you seen the legendary Phoenix Blood?"
"Can you be sure that Dean Chen has put in all his efforts?"
News soon came from the front of the embankment, saying that Xu Yourong had admitted to being defeated by Chen Changsheng's sword.
After a period of silence on both sides of the Luo River, they gradually digested this fact.
"Hey... look at the bridge!"
Countless eyes looked at the Naihe Bridge in the distance, and saw Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong standing there side by side, as if they were still talking softly. After a while, they stopped talking, and stood there quietly, letting the snow fall, because they were separated a little, as if their bodies were leaning together.
The discussions on both sides of the Luoshui River gradually subsided and became extremely quiet. People looked at the scene on the Naihe Bridge and were a little surprised. They were fighting with swords before, but now they can stand side by side and enjoy the scenery? How is this going
"Saint...is this showing mercy under the sword?"
Among the people watching the battle on the shore, only a very small number of people supported Chen Changsheng. Even these people were silent, because it could be seen that this battle was extremely exciting, but it was obvious that neither side was fighting for life and death. The people couldn't understand the rain. Looking at the picture on the bridge at this time, Xueli's magical sword move can feel some meaning flowing faintly.
The picture on the Naihe Bridge is very beautiful. In the picture, they stand together very harmoniously and peacefully. People can't bear to make a sound to break it. It was not until a long, long time later that the crowd on both sides of the Luoshui River gradually heard many emotions with the same meaning.
"Why do such a couple of gods and immortals have to draw their swords to face each other?"
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