Xiaoyu cried and said to Chu Yun: "The hall master...Miss Qianqian...has just fallen into the abyss..."
Chu Yun was shocked, grabbed Xiaoyu's clothes and said: "How could this happen... Doesn't Miss Qianqian know that Mr. Xuanyuan has risked great danger to save her?"
Xiaoyu lowered her head and cried. Seeing her like this, Chu Yun had to comfort her first. Xiaoyu continued: "Maybe Miss Qianqian's consciousness is not clear yet, and she is agitated and grievances for a while..."
These words seemed to be spoken to oneself, but also seemed to be said to Chu Yun. Chu Yun was confused after hearing this, and was about to ask clearly, but suddenly saw Xuanyuan Che seemed to be ruthless with Yun Qingkuang.
Yun Qingkuang retreated for several rounds, and it seemed that Xuanyuan Che gradually gained the upper hand.
It turned out that Xuanyuan Che heard Xiaoyu mention Qian Qian's death again, and felt sad for a moment, so he burst out with huge power, catching Yun Qingkuang off guard.
Chu Yun couldn't bear the dilemma. She looked at Yun Qingkuang and then at Xuanyuan Che. Both men were kind to her. One was the leader she had worshiped for nearly ten years, and the other was the only one she had in her life.
If you fall in love with a man who favors one side, you will feel sorry for the other side.
Xiaoyu's mood was as complicated as Chu Yun's. Emotionally, she didn't want Yun Qingkuang to retreat, but she also sympathized with Qianqian and Xuanyuan Che, a pair of hard-luck couples. Intellectually, she also felt that Yun Qingkuang was too overbearing and was trying to control everyone.
A couple who had pledged themselves to each other were forced to part ways.
It was dark and dark, with flying sand and rocks everywhere. At night, the two of them had not yet decided the winner. Chu Yun and Xiaoyu were already exhausted mentally and physically as they watched from the sidelines. They seemed to be more tired than the two people who were dueling. Due to excessive worry about the two, they were both exhausted.
For personal comfort, the sweat on the faces of Xiaoyu and Chu Yun continued to overflow, and even the backs were covered with cold sweat. Their clothes were dry and wet, and wet and dry again.
Seeing that both of them were losing strength, they had fought for more than 500 rounds, but there was still no winner. They were both exhausted, and their moves gradually slowed down, seeming to have more purpose.
It was because they finally met their opponents and the fight was so enjoyable that they temporarily forgot about their deep hatred for each other.
Meeting by chance and meeting an opponent in chess is also one of the great blessings in life. Both sides seemed to have a vague sense of knowing each other, and both lamented that it would be great if today was just a simple martial arts contest instead of a life and death fight.
Yun Qingkuang accepted the attack and said with a smile: "Master Moyin, although your martial arts are high, you can't kill me in a short time. Likewise, I can't control you. Why don't we stop and rest for a while?
How about we wait until dawn tomorrow to have another duel?"
When Chu Yun heard that the leader had the intention to give up temporarily, he happily advised: "Yes, Mr. Xuanyuan, if you two continue to fight like this, I'm afraid you will be exhausted, and no matter how long it takes, you still won't be able to tell the winner, so why not start now?"
Let’s rest for a while and then think about a good solution.”
Xuanyuan Che shouted: "This is not a simple martial arts contest. Either he dies or I die today, until death!"