The storm has stopped.

The sounds between heaven and earth seemed to have stopped, and the courtyard fell into a dead silence.

Quite serene.

The ground seemed to have been plowed, with potholes, densely packed with cracks on the courtyard wall, and the weeds under the corners of the wall were cut all the way, making a mess.

"Boom!" The sound suddenly started.

The courtyard wall collapsed.

This is the case with the walls made of mud bricks. What will happen to Ximen Chuxue's flesh and blood body?

His eyes moved to Ximen Chuxue.

His cold face that had not changed for thousands of years finally changed at this moment, and once he changed, he was surprised, puzzled, and glad... and waited for several emotions to mix together, which was extremely complicated.

There are so many expressions on Ximen Chuxue's face?

If it spreads, no one will believe it.

Just like now, if he was not dead, no one would believe him.

But that's the truth.

Ximen Chuxue was really not dead.

Not only was he not dead, but at such a close distance, he was swallowed up by a nearly desperate internal force storm like Li Yang, and was completely unscathed.

There was not even a scratch on the clothes.

Still so white.

White as snow.

It forms a strong contrast with the collapsed wall covered with cracks behind him.

"I lost." Ximen Chuxue finally spoke.

It's just three words, but it's very difficult to say.

Because he lost too much.

The first one shouldn't be that he seriously misjudged Li Yang's internal strength.

Since seeing Li Yang using sword energy to play swords, he subconsciously formed this concept in his mind:

Fight quickly. This guy's internal strength may not last long. He should try his best to have a real battle before his internal strength is exhausted.

He thought so from beginning to end.

Until he saw Li Yang's almost nonsensical internal force storm move.

Sword energy makes swords, sword nets, internal force storms, how could Li Yang have so much internal force?

Is he a monster?

They are all martial arts practitioners. Ximen Chuxue couldn't help but compare her secretly. He felt that his internal strength might not be even half of Li Yang's.

He was very glad that he did not use his internal strength expertise. If it were an ordinary warrior, the balance of victory would have turned to Li Yang from the beginning of this battle.

The second one should not be careless.

This is what Ximen Chuxue cannot forgive herself the most.

Even though he knew that Li Yangwu had good skills and strange sword skills, he still wanted to kill the throat with one sword.

This idea is a mistake in itself.

Although he likes to watch the blood blooming on his opponent's throat, when facing an opponent like Li Yang, he either uses all his strength from the beginning, or first tests and understands Li Yang's sword skills before attacking, rather than using one sword to seal the throat according to his personal preferences.

So from the beginning, he chose the wrong way to fight.

It's not unfair to lose.

However, it is a bit unfair to lose even if you have the chance to win.

Ximen Chuxue's eyes were a little annoyed, but a little sad.

"I should have died."

"Pu" Li Yang sat on the ground, lifting up dust on the ground, and his butt hurt, but he was still sitting lazily on the ground.

Because he was so tired that he couldn't stand up.

This was the first time he had his internal strength been squeezed out without leaving any left, and he didn't expect to be so tired.

I can't play much anymore.

Li Yang secretly warned himself in his heart, looking up at Ximen Chuxue who was standing opposite him, "If you want to kill me now, then the damn person will be me."

Ximen Chuxue paused and said, "The sword is still in your hands."

"Ahha." Li Yang responded lightly and hard, and loosened his hand, and the long sword that had been in his hand fell to the ground.

"Sher" the tip of the sword was inserted into the ground.

Li Yang spread his hands and pretended to be helpless, "Now I don't have a sword in my hand."

In fact, he knew very well that it was the same if he had a sword or a sword in his hand now.

Since the internal force storm he had just created, the "sword" has been in the hands of Ximen Chuxue.

Ximen Chuxue didn't speak and was silent.

Suddenly, the wind blew.

Blow into the hospital.

Brushing through the long sword.

A faint sound was made on the sharp sword, as if urging something.

Ximen Chuxue finally took action.

He stepped forward two steps, stood in front of the sword, stretched out his hand, and held the hilt of the sword.

Li Yang looked up calmly.

The tip of the sword was pulled up from the ground, splashing a few mud, the sword tip passed through the air, and finally

Sheathed.

"You won again." Ximen Chuxue said inexplicably.

When he said this, his tone was much easier than before.

It seems that he is the one who wins.

He did win.

What you win is the pride and dignity of the sword body.

"I'll invite you to drink." Li Yang said suddenly.

Ximen Chuxue said: "I never drink alcohol."

"Don't you touch the wine?" Li Yang asked.

"Don't drink." Ximen Chuxue replied affirmatively.

Li Yang shook his head, "Then how boring your life is."

"Is there any interest to do with whether to drink or not?" Obviously, Ximen Chuxue never felt bored.

The sword is his pleasure.

Li Yang raised a finger, "For example, it's like a man and a woman. If a man falls in love with a woman and wants to sleep with this woman, he will invite the woman to drink. If the woman agrees, it proves that the man is half successful."

This metaphor...

Ximen Chuxue's mouth seemed to twitch a few times, then said with a cold face: "I'm not a woman."

"But you are a good swordsman." Li Yang said.

"Speak just by saying something." Ximen Chuxue felt that Li Yang had something in his words, and he didn't like to talk to others.

Li Yang said happily: "Are you interested in accepting a good apprentice?"

apprentice?

who?

Ximen Chuxue subconsciously glanced around.

No one.

Where did you get the apprentice?

Could it be...

Ximen Chuxue's eyes gradually froze in front of her, Li Yang sitting on the ground.

Li Yang straightened his chest, as if saying: That's right, it's me.
To be continued...