The advent of what love is? The answers from people in the world are completely different, but the only thing that is the same is that it covers the eyes of lovers in the world, and it also covers the human heart that sees everything.
Zhang Ling said it all in one breath: "Senior Lin, think about it, even if two people are really equal in martial arts, they will win or lose for a while. You can think about it, is it because you didn't try your best, or what?"
After saying it in one breath, Zhang Ling felt a lot more comfortable for some reason. Some people complained when they were depressed. This was understood. Although it had nothing to do with him, it really worked.
Zhang Lingyu lagged behind and just watched quietly when he heard Lin Rui ask persuasively: "Why never fight with all your strength?"
At this moment, it was rare to see Yang Xiao's cheeky Fan Taohong, who said with a hint of shyness: "If you want to win, just win. Anyway, I don't care about winning or losing, but if you lose on purpose, it seems a bit..."
Yang Xiao spoke vaguely, and Zhang Ling answered quickly: "If you lose on purpose, it would be too obvious, so every time you deliberately draw a draw, things like feelings are easy to understand but not easy to explain. It's good if you two understand. "
After saying that, Zhang Ling gave a smile that only depends on you, and stopped making any sound.
Lin Rui suddenly understood: "I understand."
It can be said that the two of them also have the same mind. From the beginning, one of them pursues martial arts and forgets about the love in silence. The other person refuses to speak and is in a stalemate. The same is true at this moment. After a while, Lin Rui's beautiful eyebrows were raised, and she wanted to draw the sword. Zhang said with a serious look: "You and I are husband and wife, but we don't know the truth. It's just that you just give in, so you don't have to use this sword anymore. Come, let's compete again. This time I only want you to win."
Yang Xiao just nodded slightly, tilted his head and looked at Zhang Ling: "Okay. Zhang Ling, please look carefully, what is a real first-class master?"
The golden and silver sword light flashed, Yang Xiao was no longer as restrained as before, Jin Hua took the lead to slash, but with this sword, Lin Rui almost lost his footing, and when he raised his true energy, he only saved a few new saplings. It was blasted to pieces.
The sword was tested, and soon Yang Xiao took advantage of Lin Rui's inability to react and pushed out a palm, forcing Lin Rui back a few steps. In just an instant, he launched a move that was difficult to detect with the naked eye. The swords and palms met, and Zhang Ling realized that even without using the sword, Yang Xiao had been merciful before.
Yang Xiao followed up again, but in just a few moves, Lin Rui fell into a passive position, but still held the silver tree tightly. Just as Yang Xiao pushed him again with his palm, Lin Rui no longer avoided it, and met it with the same palm. .
Yang Xiaoru's feet were rooted and motionless, but Lin Rui, who took the palm, was knocked back more than seven feet. The true energy in his body was surging and slightly chaotic. After the palm, Lin Rui's hand holding the sword began to tremble. It was unbelievable. She thought she was His swordsmanship should be comparable to that of the man opposite him who was a bit careless in the past, but now he is far from it.
After Lin Rui steadied her feet, she resolutely raised her whole body's energy, her hair and soft clothes floated up, and said firmly: "One sword will determine the outcome."
Yang Xiao moved half an inch forward and said softly: "That's what you say."
In an instant, a momentum suddenly rose, and Zhang Ling on the side also felt a strong murderous intention and quickly retreated far away.
The next moment, the silver tree sword in Lin Rui's hand suddenly appeared, and the corresponding golden flower sword on Yang Xiao's mobile phone glowed with a brighter golden light. Suddenly, a vibrating sound could be heard.
After the two people's true energy was completed, they were three feet above the ground and rushed out at the same time. Their swords met in an instant.
But the next moment, Yang Xiao slashed out with his sword, and the huge sword energy passed directly through Lin Rui's temples, instantly shattering several vigorous and tall tea trees. At the same moment, a silver light that didn't have time to recover directly penetrated into Yang Xiao's heart.
Zhang Ling, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, was also stunned, but did not show too much shock on his face.
Realizing that she had missed, Lin Rui regretfully pulled out the Silver Tree Sword, and her normally calm face finally showed fear and worry. But when the sword was pulled out, it was found that there was not much blood, only the tip of the sword was an inch away, which showed that the lungs were not injured.
Yang Xiao stared at the person in front of him without changing his expression. Lin Rui didn't say anything. For a long time, Lin Rui asked softly: "Have you mastered the Vajra Body?"
Yang Xiao nodded easily, with a silly smile on his lips: "After being beaten so many times, it's time to learn."
Thinking back to the beginning, the two of them were always on par in martial arts, but they didn't expect that the other had already surpassed him by a large margin. Perhaps the other had surpassed him long ago. He just felt that if he practiced hard and worked hard, he would eventually reach the realm of condensation before the martial arts. What a pity. Now I realize that in terms of state of mind, I have stopped.
Lin Rui asked again: "When will you beat me?"
Yang Xiao just asked and answered questions without thinking, without any tact: "The day I left the Gold and Silver Gate."
Lin Rui suddenly stopped asking and felt that all the answers were in her heart. Zhang Ling on the side looked a little confused, neither staying nor going. He looked at the old and shameless lovers in front of him as if they were watching a play. However, in fact, because of their success in martial arts, the passage of time did not appear on their faces at all. Mark of.
After being silent for a while, Yang Xiao was finally willing to wipe the blood on his chest and said: "Something happened over there at the Gold and Silver Sect. Some small forces nearby united and began to put pressure on the sect, demanding that they give up Jinsha Residence. Although they are just a small group of people, Lu Ya is the only one in charge now, and he is somewhat incapable of doing anything else."
Lin Rui asked worriedly: "Why didn't you tell me before?"
After wiping the wound, Yang Xiao smiled and replied: "This Baihua Villa can be considered a paradise. If you practice swordsmanship here, you may be able to advance to the Condensing Dao Realm as you wish. I originally planned to go back and deal with it myself first. But now I’ve changed my mind, it’s better for us two hands-off shopkeepers to go back together, what do you think?”
Lin Rui, who had always been tough, showed a softness that she had never seen before, like a girl from a small family, and said softly: "I will listen to you this time."
After a while, the two seniors, who looked like no shame to Zhang Ling, looked at each other like young girls and boys in their prime. Zhang Ling on the side didn't feel much at all, and just said with a smile: "Yang Xiao, Your chest is bleeding again."
This time, Zhang Ling called him by his first name, not out of disrespect, but because Zhang Ling felt that Yang Xiao didn't have any airs or pretensions about his seniors, but felt an inexplicable sense of closeness to him. Yang Xiao also ignored it, and the two walked away, leaving Zhang Ling alone. He was not idle either. He picked up the dagger and took advantage of his remaining strength and fatigue to practice sword practice alone. He was just a little absent-minded, thinking about the distance and the passing years with an old-fashioned mentality.
After thinking about it for a while, Zhang Ling began to focus on practicing his sword, but he felt distracted and still couldn't calm down, let alone the pleasure of suddenly enlightening his thoughts like yesterday. Zhang Lingyi looked for ways to explain the truth in simple terms and gradually eliminate the distracting thoughts in his heart.
Suddenly he jumped up, and his sword danced with the wind, like a ribbon of silk, hard yet soft, but it was a pity that after the sword dance came down, it still felt insignificant. While Zhang Ling was thinking, he pointed his sword at the door and it opened wide.
