Cries of alarm rose up from the great ship far away on the Luo River.
They watched as Chen Changsheng extended his left hand and used a method they could not understand to easily break the Sword of Great Light. Then, they watched as Xu Yourong seemed to have guessed his method ahead of time, borrowing his method to break the sword to break his sword energy. Then, they watched as Chen Changsheng clearly controlled the temple sword, but the temple sword still pierced into his body. Finally, they saw Xu Yourong extend that seemingly casual finger towards Chen Changsheng, but in reality, it carried the weight of a thunderbolt.
"Rhino Spirit Finger!" Daoist Si Yuan was moved.
Was Chen Changsheng going to lose? Would he die to this finger? Mao Qiu Yu's expression changed dramatically. His sleeves rippled as he prepared to rush up the bridge. Tang Thirty-Six's complexion became abnormally unsightly, as did Mo Yu, Prince Chen Liu, and the others. To decide victory and defeat, they actually had to decide life and death?
Everything had happened too quickly.
No one could have imagined that Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong could, in such a short amount of time, go from extreme movement to extreme stillness, and then back to extreme movement. This meant that they had already entered their own tempo, and what was even more frightening was that their tempo was very similar. This meant that it would be very difficult for anyone to break their tempo, not even those powerful figures who were far stronger than them.
Silence reigned.
The light on the Bridge of Helplessness gradually drifted away, like time.
The falling snow was still sparse, unable to hide their figures, nor was it able to fill the line in the middle of the bridge.
On one side of the line was still snow, on the other side was still rain. Xu Yourong had already crossed the line and was standing in front of Chen Changsheng.
The forefinger of her right hand was pressed against the space between his eyebrows, but it was not completely pressed.
There was still the distance of a dagger between her finger and the space between his eyebrows.
Because that dagger was in the middle.
At some point, Chen Changsheng had raised the Stainless Sword and blocked Xu Yourong's finger.
The body was not that of a Rainbow Phoenix, but their hearts were connected, let alone the body of a Rainbow Phoenix?
Xu Yourong's Rhino Spirit Finger was as fast as lightning, but it was not as fast as his sword. This could only mean that he had long ago predicted that she would use the Rhino Spirit Finger.
The temple sword had left a clear wound on his left shoulder. The edge of the wound was even mixed with bits of starry matter, but the hilt was already in his hand.
Xu Yourong slowly retracted her finger.
A drop of golden-red blood slowly flowed out from between her fingers and then dripped onto the bridge. The rain and snow suddenly evaporated, forming a faint mist.
The Stainless Sword had blocked the Rhino Horn Finger, but it had not been able to completely neutralize the power of that slender finger. A drop of blood also flowed from the center of Chen Changsheng's brow, as if a red mole had appeared.
The stone bridge was silent.
The people on the distant Luo River ships realized that the battle was not as desperate as they had imagined, so they temporarily calmed down.
Separated by the thin mist, Chen Chang Sheng and Xu You Rong looked at each other and didn't speak for a long time.
Both of them were injured, it seemed that Chen Chang Sheng's injuries were more severe, but both swords were currently in his hands. So who won in the end?
It was obvious that Chen Chang Sheng and Xu You Rong no longer cared about the final outcome. Looking at each other, their hearts were filled with countless questions.
"Why is it that when I seized control of the temple sword through the air and had it deviate seven inches to the right at the last moment, the temple sword still stabbed into my left shoulder? Could it be that from the very beginning, your Sword of Great Light never had any intention of stabbing my vitals, only wanting to stab into my left shoulder in the end?"
"Why is it that your final Stainless Sword, which can be said to be incomparably intelligent and had a great chance of falling together with my Rhino Horn Finger, and even if it didn't work out, would still be able to fight to the death together? Why did it just have to pause at that moment, and in the end, mysteriously and indescribably appear in front of your brow and block my finger?"
Seven days, seventeen star maps, three hundred sheets of paper, countless calculations, all the experience and wisdom of the two of them in their lives of cultivation had been placed in this battle. They had already calculated every detail to the extreme, yet in the end, they still realized that what awaited them was still an accident.
This was because they could calculate the path of the sword, could calculate the weather and geography, but they could not calculate the human heart, could not calculate what the other was thinking.
Chen Chang Sheng had calculated for seven days and seven nights, but he had not calculated … that Xu You Rong was actually able to calculate that he would use his sword intent to shake the temple sword, thereby shattering her Sword of Great Light, and then borrow its momentum to advance. Most crucially, he had not calculated that Xu You Rong had been holding back from the start to the end, that she did not have a shred of killing intent towards him, that she did not even have a strong desire to injure him. Thus, he had calculated the distance at which he would shake the temple sword wrong — the temple sword had stabbed into his left shoulder, but in reality, he had injured himself.
In this battle on the Bridge of Helplessness, Chen Chang Sheng only wanted a draw, but he did not know that she only did not want to lose. Similarly, Xu You Rong had not expected that he would think this way, because she knew who he was, but he did not know who she was, so he had no reason to protect her.
She believed that he wanted to win, so in the end, he would definitely use the temple sword to break her Sword of Great Light — in front of the Mausoleum of Zhou, she had seen a similar scene and knew that he had this ability — she had already made her preparations. When he tried to steal the temple sword, she would use the momentum to take control of the entire situation, and in the end, announce in front of the countless people on the two shores of the Luo River that this battle was a draw. However, she had not expected that Chen Chang Sheng had no intention of stealing the temple sword and counterattacking, only defending. Even the final movement of the Stainless Sword was the same.
In short, they had thought of one place, but they had not thought of another.
After countless deductions and calculations had met, they had become unexpected.
Xu You Rong had not thought of even more, because she had confirmed that he did not know that she was that Lady Chujian, so she had made even more mistakes.
Her mistake was that she still did not completely understand this youth called Chen Chang Sheng.
He seemed to be even better than the person she had met in the Garden of Zhou, even better than the person she had imagined.
This was very good.
She had lost very willingly.
"I've lost."
If life and death had to be decided, this battle could naturally continue. Her injuries were lighter than Chen Chang Sheng's, and she still had many techniques that she had not used. However, this was not a battle to the death, but a competition of swords. Now that both swords were in Chen Chang Sheng's hands, she believed that she had lost.
Without any concession, she very calmly accepted this fact.
Chen Chang Sheng could not remain calm, because there were still many things that he did not understand.
And when he heard Xu You Rong's voice, he found it even more impossible to remain calm.
This voice was very pleasing to the ear, like the water in a clear stream, the dew on an autumn maple.
This voice was rather familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.
He turned to Xu You Rong, but his gaze was still blocked by the white gauze.
But he still stared at the white gauze, staring more and more seriously, and more and more nervous.
Even if the wind and snow rose again, the remaining sword intents would hiss and hiss, but they would not be able to sever his gaze.
His body suddenly became somewhat stiff, and his voice also became somewhat tense. "You … you … can you say that again?"
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(The Heaven's Choosing cartoon has released a trailer. In a little while, I will post it on WeChat. I will have to trouble everyone to move forward and directly watch it, or perhaps reply with the words' cartoon trailer 'to take a look.)
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