Tang Zheng was at his wit's end, and Qin Batian was powerless to stop him, so he anxiously said: "Tang Zheng, what do we do now? If Miss Ye loses, that would be terrible. "
Tang Zheng wanted to shout to stop him, but it was of no use. Moreover, this would only distract Ye Dingdang, so the only thing he could do now was to hope for a miracle to happen.
Will there be a miracle?
The blade light was like a waterfall, as if silver from the nine heavens was pouring down in torrents, drawing out a streak of white light as it struck towards Ye Dingdang's head like lightning.
Dang!
A metallic sound rang out, Ye Dingdang's sword had appeared out of nowhere and blocked the opponent's large blade, causing sparks to fly.
Eh?
Song Hanjun frowned slightly, the blade retracted like a spring, but the blade did not retract too much, and then attacked again with the force of a thunderbolt.
Between retracting and attacking, it was extremely fast.
Ye Dingdang clenched her teeth, her delicate cheeks flushed red, but there was no fear in her eyes, only determination.
Shua!
Her long sword turned around, narrowly blocking the large blade. The angle was extremely crafty, and it came and went like a ghost.
"Two moves!" Ye Dingdang finally blurted out three words, while Song Hanjun's face darkened, as black as the sky before the storm.
"What's going on, such crafty moves were blocked by this little girl, hmph, who knows what that old fox Ye Xuanji taught her, to have such a miraculous effect. However, her strength is still too weak, wanting to last ten moves, dream on! "
Song Hanjun's heart hardened, and with a low roar, his hands flew, and the blade light followed like a shadow, following closely behind.
Ye Dingdang did not even dare to breathe loudly, only staring at the large blade that was moving like lightning. She repeatedly raised the sword in her hand, either flicking, thrusting, or lifting.
A miracle happened. Her movements were not as smooth as flowing water. However, that ordinary-looking longsword in her hand actually erupted with a strange power.
Streaks of sword light streaked across the air. Ping, ping, ping, ping. Not a single blade struck Ye Dingdang's body.
Among them, the most dangerous slash had already arrived in front of Ye Dingdang's forehead, but that sword had mysteriously appeared and disappeared to block this attack. It was extremely dangerous.
"Seven moves!" Ye Dingdang's eyes exploded with a resplendent light as her confidence soared. In reality, she was only relying on a single breath of air and passion to make this bet.
This was because she understood that this was the only way to force Tang Zheng to agree. She would then be able to find a sliver of a chance to let Tang Zheng escape.
If not, with just Qin Batian, none of them would be able to gain any benefits today.
Although it was more strenuous for her to use the Wind Chasing Swordsmanship, the power of the Wind Chasing Swordsmanship still erupted.
Although the Wind Chasing Swordsmanship did not require inner strength or zhenqi to control, it relied on the human body's muscles and strength to achieve many unimaginable reactions.
This was even more demanding on the human body, so when one was not familiar with the swordsmanship, it would be very challenging to execute.
Ye Dingdang had passed the test. She had not fully displayed the power of the Wind Chasing Swordsmanship, but she had already received seven moves from Song Hanjun.
With victory in sight, Ye Dingdang clenched her teeth even tighter. She was in high spirits and her eyes were filled with determination.
The others were dumbfounded by this scene. Song Yu and Chu Shaofeng were dumbfounded, their mouths stuffed with a duck egg.
"This … how is this possible? Did he go easy on her? "
This guess was immediately denied. Song Hanjun was not such a person. Furthermore, winning this bet would greatly benefit his son, so he would not joke about Song Yu's future.
Qin Batian was a Xiantian Realm expert, so his eyesight was not ordinary. He stared at Ye Dingdang thoughtfully and thought to himself, "Is this swordsmanship from the Yeh family? How come I've never heard of it before? This swordsmanship is definitely not simple. A large family truly has a deep foundation. "
Tang Zheng's eyes narrowed into slits. He had already determined that the Wind Chasing Swordsmanship was extraordinary, but he did not expect it to be so miraculous.
If it was Ye Dingdang's true strength, she would definitely be defeated within five moves. But with the Wind Chasing Swordsmanship, she had actually withstood seven moves without showing any signs of weakness.
This kind of expert was simply too terrifying.
"The things in Chi You's heart are indeed treasures. If I could take out all the good things in it, it would be an enormous treasure." Tang Zheng thought to himself.
"What swordsmanship is this?" Song Hanjun had also noticed some clues. He could be considered knowledgeable, but he had never seen or heard of this swordsmanship before.
If it was a swordsmanship from the Yeh family, then he had never heard of it. If the Yeh family had such a powerful swordsmanship, then everyone would have known about it.
"Wind Chasing Swordsmanship." Ye Dingdang's face flashed with pride as the corners of her lips curled up.
"Wind Chasing Swordsmanship?" Song Hanjun was certain that he had never heard of this name before, "Who taught you?"
Ye Dingdang's brows jumped as she disdainfully said: "Why should I tell you?"
Song Hanjun flew into a rage: "Since you still want to show off, then I won't be polite."
"Who told you to be polite?" Ye Dingdang retorted.
Was Song Hanjun being polite?
Of course not.
He wished that he could defeat Ye Dingdang in one move. That way, he would truly be mighty. The Song family's reputation would also surpass the Yeh family's.
But things did not go as he wished. He used all of his strength, but it was all for naught.
"Humph, I don't believe this." Song Hanjun's eyes released a terrifying light as he roared: "Watch my blade!"
Whoosh!
The air in all directions was completely stirred up by this move. The wind rose and the clouds surged. There was a sudden flash of wind and thunder, as if a bolt of lightning was descending.
The power of this move had not yet been used up. The other two moves came one after another. The power of these three moves overlapped as they attacked Ye Dingdang with a force that could topple mountains and overturn seas.
Ye Dingdang's face was a bit pale, but she did not retreat an inch. Relying on the three foot long sword in her hand, she continuously attacked. Every move was fast, ruthless, and accurate.
Dang, dang, dang!
Sparks flew everywhere as the sound of air exploding rang out from all directions. The stones embedded in the ground broke free from the bindings of the earth and flew up into the air, sending sand and stones flying.
Ye Dingdang was in the center of the storm, but she did not move at all. She was like a sea stabilizing needle. Move after move, her tension and relaxation were measured. She had the demeanor of an expert.
Pu!
Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Ye Dingdang's face became deathly pale. But her legs seemed to have grown roots as they pierced into the ground and did not move an inch.
Everything returned to calmness.
Ye Dingdang's mouth gradually rippled. She had succeeded. A miracle had really happened. In a situation that everyone thought was impossible, she had actually withstood ten moves. Tang Zheng had been saved.
"You lost." Her red lips slightly opened as Ye Dingdang faintly spat out these three words. She let out a sigh of relief in her heart as she revealed a relieved expression.
Song Hanjun's eyes widened in anger as he roared in disbelief, "Impossible!"
The impossible had become possible. This was a miracle.
Ye Dingdang had created a miracle. She had not only relied on the Wind Chasing Sword Art, but more importantly, her courage and her affection for Tang Zheng. All of these added together to support her.
"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible. How could I not defeat you in ten moves?" Song Hanjun was furious as his eyes burned with anger.
Suddenly, an ominous glint appeared in his eyes. His figure flashed as he charged towards Ye Dingdang. His thick broadsword slashed towards Ye Dingdang.
Ye Dingdang had relied on her astonishing willpower to withstand these ten moves. Once the eleventh move was used, she would definitely lose.
She raised the three foot long sword, but the power was completely different from before.
Kacha!
The sword broke and the thick blade struck Ye Dingdang's chest. The sound of bones breaking suddenly rang out as a large mouthful of blood spurted out from Ye Dingdang's mouth.
She was like a kite with a broken string as she flew backwards.
No one had expected Song Hanjun to shamelessly make a move after losing the bet. The entire hall was shocked.
"Dingdang." Tang Zheng rushed out. His steps were a bit shaky, but he still managed to catch Ye Dingdang before she hit the ground.
He staggered back a few steps before stopping. However, he did not care about himself as he impatiently asked, "Dingdang, how are you?"
Ye Dingdang opened her eyes and smiled faintly. She stared at Tang Zheng, her eyes filled with satisfaction and longing. She stammered, "I … did my best."
A stream of hot tears rushed into Tang Zheng's eyes. His voice was a bit choked as he hurriedly nodded and said, "I know. You did very well. You won the bet and saved me."
"In the past, it was always you who saved me from danger. This time … I finally saved you." Ye Dingdang said with a smile, but her eyelids quickly closed.
Tang Zheng turned pale with fright. He hurriedly shook her and shouted, "Dingdang, you can't sleep. You have to hold on."
"I'm so tired. I want to sleep." Ye Dingdang murmured as if she was sleep-talking. "Your embrace is so warm. I want to lie in your embrace forever."
"I told you to lie down. Don't sleep. You can lie down for as long as you want." Tang Zheng was really flustered. He was out of his wits.
Originally, victory was in sight, but after a series of twists and turns, it turned out like this. No matter how much he calculated, he did not expect this.
"Then I'll lie down … for a long time … for a long time …" Ye Dingdang closed her eyes.
Tang Zheng seemed to have gone crazy. His eyes were bloodshot as he roared, "Dingdang, you can't die. You haven't beaten me yet. Didn't we make a bet? You have to beat me and then I have to admit in front of everyone that you're better than me. You haven't done this yet. Nothing can happen to you. "
Tears welled up in his eyes.
The heavens seemed to sense his sorrow. A bolt of lightning suddenly lit up in the dark clouds. Then, the sky was completely filled with lightning. It was as if the lightning wanted to tear the sky apart.
Boom!
The thunder rumbled and shook the world. The earth seemed to tremble.
Whoosh!
The majestic rain fell from the sky, as if the heavens were crying. Tang Zheng was instantly drenched like a drowned rat. The rain and tears mixed together, and the salty taste slipped into his mouth and covered his eyes.
"Ah!"
Suddenly, he let out a long howl. His howl contained endless anger and grief. He suddenly stood up and stood up with Ye Dingdang in his arms.
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