In this confrontation, Cheng Yang was the first to give up. He looked at Qiao Anhao with a complicated expression. "Let me explain..."
"Explain what? Explain that you weren't the one at the wedding yesterday? " Qiao Anhao didn't wait for Cheng Yang to finish his sentence, interrogating him. She stared into his eyes, filled with love, sadness, and hatred. Then, as though she had made up her mind, she raised her chin high and fiercely pulled out the long sword in her hand. Pointing it at his chest, she said, "Draw your sword. Back then, you said that if you betrayed me, you were willing to die. Today, either you die, or I live..."
With that, she suddenly pulled out her sword. Cheng Yang dodged in a fluster. "It's not what you think..."
Qiao Anhao acted as though she hadn't heard him at all. She swung her sword again, and Cheng Yang could only defend.
From start to finish, Cheng Yang didn't pull out his sword, only defending. Seeing the man he loved marry someone else's Qiao Anhao, his eyes turned red, and his moves were vicious.
The two of them used the wires, sometimes in mid-air, sometimes on the cliff.
The red dress and black clothes intertwined with each other as the two fought. Coupled with the beautiful scenery behind them, the scene was breathtakingly beautiful.
In the end, Cheng Yang finally lost. Qiao Anhao held her sword, mercilessly stabbing towards his chest. Cheng Yang looked at Qiao Anhao in shock, then closed his eyes, as though waiting for death. The moment Qiao Anhao's sword touched Cheng Yang's skin, it stopped abruptly. Her hands started to tremble, but in the end, she didn't go down. She threw the sword to the side, then turned around. A tear rolled down her cheek, and with the help of the oppressive force, she made a flying motion.
"Ka — —" The director shouted in satisfaction, then clapped and praised, "Not bad, not bad, not bad!"
The last scene of the day was finally over. Everyone let out a long sigh of relief. The staff started to clean up the props, and Qiao Anhao released the oppressive force. Looking at Cheng Yang, she said slightly apologetically, "Just now, I seemed to have used a little too much strength. It didn't hurt, right?"
"It's fine." Cheng Yang smiled, then lowered his head. With the help of his assistant, he started to take off the outermost layer of his clothes.
The difficult movement just now used up a lot of energy, and he was sweating a lot. Hearing that Cheng Yang was fine, Qiao Anhao gave him a sweet smile. She raised her hand to wipe the sweat off her forehead, then asked Zhao Meng to pass her a bottle of water. She twisted the cap, raised her head, and drank two mouthfuls. Suddenly, she felt the ground beneath her feet loosen. Before she could react, she heard the sound of a rock falling. She slipped, and without any warning, she fell down the three meters of the cliff behind her.
This change came without any warning. Zhao Meng, Zhao Meng, Yang, and Qiao, Yang, Cheng, Yang, Yang, Qiao, Cheng, Yang, Cheng, Yang.
Turning her head, she shouted with all her might, "Qiao Qiao fell, Qiao Qiao fell..."
Lu Jinnian, who was standing in front of the monitor, was talking to the director when he suddenly heard Zhao Meng's voice. He turned his head abruptly, seeing that the red shadow was long gone. Before his brain could react, he had already rushed to the edge of the cliff, and without saying a word, he jumped down.
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