This was the first time the two had spoken since the battle on the Bridge of Helplessness had begun.
It was also the first time "Chen Changsheng" and "Xu You Rong" had spoken.
Xu You Rong said, "I lost."
Chen Changsheng said, "Say it again."
If the one who said these words was Tang Thirty-Six, then these words would undoubtedly be an extremely damaging taunt. Xu You Rong would definitely use the true blood of the Heavenly Phoenix to burn this bridge. But she knew Chen Changsheng's personality and knew that he had guessed something. She was a little nervous, so she did not get angry. She silently smiled.
The white veil covered her face, making it impossible to see her smile. One could only faintly sense the meaning flowing through the air.
At this moment, the wind and snow stirred up. The white veil hanging from the edge of Xu You Rong's veil hat was lifted up.
In this battle, sword intents crisscrossed. The Sword of Great Light in particular was extremely terrifying. Her dress and hat were protected by true essence, but the white veil could not escape.
The fluttering white veil tore apart and slowly fell to the ground.
The white veil's misfortune was Chen Changsheng's fortune.
Because he finally saw her face.
It was a face of indescribable beauty. Her eyebrows and eyes were picturesque. Her skin was delicate and somewhat whiter than snow.
She was truly very beautiful, beautiful enough to steal the morale of the three armies and light the world.
But this face was unfamiliar to Chen Changsheng.
Just when he felt regret assailing him, he saw her eyes.
It was a pair of extremely beautiful phoenix eyes. Countless stars seemed to burn in the eyes, bright and dazzling.
But he opened his eyes wide and stared into her eyes, looking into their depths.
There were no stars, no light, no holiness, no responsibility. There was only an empty mountain after a new rain.
At this time, this pair of moving eyes still had many words to say, many smiles.
Chen Changsheng naturally recognized this pair of eyes. He would never be able to forget this pair of eyes. He had once believed that he would never be able to look into these eyes again, until this moment, until the moment of silence after the battle in the rain and snow at the Bridge of Helplessness, when the wind blew off the white veil covering his opponent's face …
Previously, sitting in the Mausoleum of Zhou, he had truly experienced what was called a tide of sorrow.
At this moment, he finally understood that the description in the books of being struck by lightning was not an exaggeration, but a real situation.
In the somewhat dim snowy sky, an invisible bolt of lightning seemed to appear and directly struck him.
His body was extremely stiff, and he was speechless. His hands that were holding the sword hilt were cold, but his body was burning hot.
With great difficulty, he pulled his gaze away from her eyes and clumsily turned around, gazing at the vast expanse of whiteness upstream of the Luo River and its waters.
After a while, he turned around once more and looked at her. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, nothing came out. He could only gaze once more at the uninhabited upper reaches of the Luo River, because he was worried that if he continued to look at her, his already slightly trembling legs would go soft.
Looking at his clumsy and comical appearance, the smile in Xu Yourong's eyes deepened. She covered her mouth and laughed, and a flower bloomed in her eyes.
She walked to the edge of the bridge and stood at his side. Gazing upstream of the Luo River, she calmly asked, "Is there anything to see?"
"Don't … don't talk to me first. I'm a little confused right now."
Chen Changsheng's face was somewhat red. It wasn't because of the lingering power of the Rhino Spirit Finger, nor was it because of the freezing weather, but because he was nervous.
He looked at the Luo River, smelled the faint fragrance coming from his side, and felt flustered. He didn't even dare to glance to the side.
Before the battle, he had also been very nervous, so when he watched the snow fall into the Luo River from the edge of the bridge, he finally found peace in his heart.
However, no matter how much he watched the snow fall into the Luo River, he found it impossible to calm down.
Xu Yourong lightly pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear and gazed at the side of his face. Not wanting to make him feel too distressed, she restrained her smile and calmly asked, "In that last attack, why didn't you follow the original Ginseng position and instead suddenly bring your sword up to your eyebrows?"
When it came to the topic of the sword, Chen Changsheng was indeed somewhat calmer. He muttered, "I guessed."
When Su Li passed on the Intellectual Sword to him, he had said very clearly that many times, one had to guess. This explanation sounded rather unreasonable, but with Xu Yourong's talent, she naturally understood. She originally didn't want to tease him, but when she heard these words, she couldn't help but say, "Then why can't you guess who I am?"
She spoke very calmly, but if one listened carefully, there was a faint undertone to her words.
Chen Changsheng was now stupefied. He lowered his head, unable to speak.
Xu Yourong said nothing more. She quietly stood at his side, watching the snow fall into the Luo River.
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From the start of the battle until now, the two shores of the Luo River had been filled with cheers and discussions that soared to the heavens. When the snow and rain met, when the temple sword and the Stainless Sword blossomed with their brightest colors, the cheers and discussions reached their peak. The ordinary people could not understand this battle, but the dazzling sight on the Bridge of Helplessness was enough to move them.
This battle that had attracted the attention of tens of thousands of people had finally come to an end, but the praises and discussions still continued, because the people could not see just who had obtained the final victory.
"I think it should be Little Principal Chen. Didn't the Holy Maiden retreat first in the end?"
"Both of them were injured, and Little Principal Chen's injuries were even more severe. What basis do you have to say that the Holy Maiden lost?"
"But didn't you see that the last two swords were both in Little Principal Chen's hands?"
"And what does that mean? The Holy Maiden still hasn't used her truly powerful techniques. Did you see the legendary Phoenix blood? "
"Are you really sure that Little Principal Chen used his full strength?"
News quickly came from the front of the river bank that Xu Yourong had admitted defeat to Chen Changsheng's sword.
After a period of silence, the two shores of the Luo River finally began to gradually digest this fact.
"Hey … look at the bridge!"
Countless gazes turned to the distant Bridge of Helplessness and saw Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong standing shoulder to shoulder, seemingly softly discussing something. After a while, they no longer spoke. They quietly stood there, allowing the snow to fall. Because they were separated by some distance, it seemed like their bodies were leaning against each other.
The discussions on the two shores of the Luo River gradually died down, becoming abnormally quiet. The crowd was rather flabbergasted at this sight on the Bridge of Helplessness. Just a moment ago, they had been wielding swords and fighting, but now they could stand shoulder to shoulder and enjoy the scenery? What was going on here?
"The Holy Maiden … has her sword been lenient?"
Only an extremely small minority of the crowd watching the battle on the shore supported Chen Changsheng, but even these people fell silent. They could see that this battle was incomparably marvelous, but it was clear that neither side was fighting to the death. The crowd could not understand the marvelous sword techniques in the rain and snow, but when they saw the scene on the bridge, they could faintly sense a certain meaning flowing within.
The scene on the Bridge of Helplessness was very beautiful. In the scene, they stood together in harmony, in tranquility. The crowd could not bear to make a sound to break it. Only after a very, very long time did the crowd on the two shores of the Luo River gradually begin to sigh with many similar sentiments.
"Such a pair of immortal companions, why must they draw their swords against each other?"
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(There was another chapter tonight.)
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