Ling Zheng already clearly felt that he was too busy to take care of himself, and he was already struggling to take on Sima Jingling's sword, let alone dodge.

It was only at this time that Ling Zheng understood that he was the only one who supported himself from beginning to end. Although the other party is just a woman, her martial arts skills are much higher than herself, and it can even be said that the two of them are not at the same level at all.

But Ling Zheng will not admit defeat.

He gritted his teeth and tried his best to resist every move of Sima Jingling, regardless of the wounds on his body.

For Ling Zheng, admitting defeat is far more difficult to accept than losing.

Sima Jingling's moves became more and more aggressive, and she seemed to be a little at ease, and she didn't finish her best.

She spotted a loophole in Ling Zheng, and with a turn of her hand, she directly sent the sword in her hand in.

Ling Zheng saw that the big thing was not good, and knew that he couldn't protect it, even if he hurriedly retreated, he couldn't dodge this sword, so he planned to stand up for this sword like this, and then lose it.

However, the sword in Sima Jingling's hand did not directly pierce Ling Zheng's chest like this, but stopped when it was not half a finger's distance from Ling Zheng's chest, and then deviated to the right, picking up the buckle of Ling Zheng's coat.

Immediately, Ling Zheng's sweat-soaked underwear was revealed, allowing everyone to have an unobstructed view of his figure.

Seeing this, Sima Jingling took a few steps back, raised her eyebrows, and whistled very jokingly.

Ling Zheng suddenly pulled up his coat, with an extremely embarrassed look on his face, and glared at Sima Jingling angrily,

"What do you mean by that?"

Sima Jingling smiled and didn't speak, but just held her head high and continued to point at Ling Zheng with her sword.

Ling Zheng clenched his fists and the knife in his hand, and simply took off his coat and tied it around his waist.

He turned the knife in his hand, and then he crouched down and waited for the battle.

Sima Jingling looked at Ling Zheng's appearance, and was not polite to him, raised her sword and stabbed at Ling Zheng again.

Ling Zheng's attention seemed to be more concentrated this time, his eyes were firmly fixed on the movement of the sword in Sima Jingling's hand, and when the sword stabbed at him, he turned his head slightly and blocked it back.

And at the moment when he used the sword, his arm flipped and directly hit Sima Jingling's hand holding the sword with the back of the knife.

Sima Jingling raised her eyebrows slightly, and Ling Zheng was finally smarter and knew how to use some skills to deal with this competition. In other words, Ling Zheng finally took this competition to heart and took the victory or loss of this competition seriously.

It's a pity that Sima Jingling didn't intend for Ling Zheng to win this competition from the beginning. After all, her purpose is to let Ling Zheng fully recognize herself, not to let Ling Zheng grow in this competition.

So seeing that Ling Zheng was going to knock his hand with the back of the knife, Sima Jingling did not withdraw it like this, but directly before Ling Zheng sent the back of the knife over, he sent the sword forward for a while, and then pulled a sword flower, so that after the sword in his hand was cut in front of Ling Zheng's abdomen, it was replaced by a backhand, so that his sword was directly blocked under the back of the knife.

When this sword slashed through Ling Zheng, it also cut through Ling Zheng's clothes, making Ling Zheng's coat that had just wrapped around his waist look like he couldn't get rid of.

When Ling Zheng saw his move, not only did he fail to get a benefit from Sima Jingling, but he also suffered a loss, and immediately jumped back and distanced himself from Sima Jingling.

The two seem to be back to where they started.

Sima Jingling didn't take advantage of the victory to pursue, but pointed to his coat, which was already a little crumbling, as if to say, don't you care about your coat

Ling Zheng looked at Sima Jingling with a calm face, frowned, and then used one of his hands to throw the coat that was still tied on his body, but almost picked off by Sima Jingling with a sword, and simply threw it outside the venue.

Ling Zheng's coat completely broke away from Ling Zheng's body, revealing Ling Zheng's figure.

Although Ling Zheng's underwear looked a little loose, after all, after several fights in the hot weather, the originally loose clothes had already been soaked and clinging tightly to his body.

After a brief glance just now, Sima Jingling and some other sharp-eyed people had already seen Ling Zheng's good figure.

This is even more because there is no obstruction, whether it is watching the excitement near the venue or those watching the competition in the building not far away, they can see Ling Zheng's figure very clearly at this moment.

The bold and bold Beiao people directly praised loudly, and even threw the flowers in their hands or some things that they carried closely towards Ling Zheng.

Ling Zheng looked coldly at these things that seemed to show that he liked him, and the shame and anger in his eyes kept rolling, as if they were about to erupt, and then wrapped her in front of Sima Jingling, making her feel his complex emotions such as pain, anxiety, doubt, or rising, etc.

However, these emotions of his can only be vented in his frustration that he can't touch Sima Jingling after knife.

He didn't know when his underwear was buttoned, and he was picked off by Sima Jingling's sword, but at this time, he couldn't care anymore.

"Since you don't care about this dress on your body anymore, then I'll help you take him off."

Ling Zheng's ears suddenly sounded such a sentence, followed by Sima Jingling's explosive moves, which made Ling Zheng seem to feel that the person fighting against him on the other side was no longer an ordinary person, but like a mountain, it was fiercely pressed on his heart.

Of course, in addition to suppressing his heart, he also gracefully held their hands.

The knife in Ling Zheng's hand didn't know when it had fallen to the ground.

His clothes had already fallen like snowflakes in the arena.

Ling Zheng breathed a long sigh of relief, didn't care about anything, and just lay on the ground.

He looked at the night sky in front of him, where he couldn't see anything, and suddenly he didn't know where his future was, what he had done, and what he had done.

Sima Jingling put away her sword, walked to Ling Zheng's side, and then lowered her head and said to Ling Zheng: "Now that the outcome has been divided, Gongzi should have some ideas in his heart." This world is very big, Childe, you have only seen a little part of this world, and there are many things you have not seen or known. Bravely step out of that little bit of satisfaction, no longer stuck in the world of illusion, you can gain more. ”

After Ling Zheng heard this, he raised his arm and put it on his face.

He said with a wry smile: "I never felt that one day I would become the kind of person I hated the most." ”

"It's not too late to realize now." Sima Jingling said with a smile, "The person you are looking for, I have seen it, and the reason why I didn't tell you is that I think you also understand the reason."

When you yourself think you can see her, come to me, and I will take you to her. ”

Ling Zheng didn't like he did when he first saw Sima Jingling, as soon as he heard the news about Mrs. Lin, he couldn't wait to ask about it.

His hand on the ground clenched his fist tightly, but he controlled himself and did not jump up all at once.

He was silent for a long time, and then asked a question that he was currently very concerned about,

"I remember what you said, girl, but I have a question for you now. Your martial arts skills are very powerful, and when you fight me, there are many ways to make me completely defeated, and I will no longer have any resistance and realize my insignificance, why do you have to tear my clothes?"

After he asked, he didn't immediately hear Sima Jingling's answer from his ears, but heard Sima Jingling's answer from a long distance.

Sima Jingling's voice seemed to have a hint of teasing,

"Childe's question is really a bit stupid. If you think about where Childe is, you'll know why I punctured Childe's clothes."

Ling Zheng was stunned for a moment, then put down the arm that was on his eyes, and immediately got up and looked in the direction where the voice came from, but there was no longer Sima Jingling's figure there.

He was stunned, and then as if he thought of something, he looked to his side, and saw the sword that had just been used by Sima Jingling, and he didn't know when it had been broken in two. Ling Zheng already clearly felt that he was too busy to take care of himself, and he was already struggling to take on Sima Jingling's sword, let alone dodge.

It was only at this time that Ling Zheng understood that he was the only one who supported himself from beginning to end. Although the other party is just a woman, her martial arts skills are much higher than herself, and it can even be said that the two of them are not at the same level at all.

But Ling Zheng will not admit defeat.

He gritted his teeth and tried his best to resist every move of Sima Jingling, regardless of the wounds on his body.

For Ling Zheng, admitting defeat is far more difficult to accept than losing.

Sima Jingling's moves became more and more aggressive, and she seemed to be a little at ease, and she didn't finish her best.

She spotted a loophole in Ling Zheng, and with a turn of her hand, she directly sent the sword in her hand in.

Ling Zheng saw that the big thing was not good, and knew that he couldn't protect it, even if he hurriedly retreated, he couldn't dodge this sword, so he planned to stand up for this sword like this, and then lose it.

However, the sword in Sima Jingling's hand did not directly pierce Ling Zheng's chest like this, but stopped when it was not half a finger's distance from Ling Zheng's chest, and then deviated to the right, picking up the buckle of Ling Zheng's coat.

Immediately, Ling Zheng's sweat-soaked underwear was revealed, allowing everyone to have an unobstructed view of his figure.

Seeing this, Sima Jingling took a few steps back, raised her eyebrows, and whistled very jokingly.

Ling Zheng suddenly pulled up his coat, with an extremely embarrassed look on his face, and glared at Sima Jingling angrily,

"What do you mean by that?"

Sima Jingling smiled and didn't speak, but just held her head high and continued to point at Ling Zheng with her sword.

Ling Zheng clenched his fists and the knife in his hand, and simply took off his coat and tied it around his waist.

He turned the knife in his hand, and then he crouched down and waited for the battle.

Sima Jingling looked at Ling Zheng's appearance, and was not polite to him, raised her sword and stabbed at Ling Zheng again.

Ling Zheng's attention seemed to be more concentrated this time, his eyes were firmly fixed on the movement of the sword in Sima Jingling's hand, and when the sword stabbed at him, he turned his head slightly and blocked it back.

And at the moment when he used the sword, his arm flipped and directly hit Sima Jingling's hand holding the sword with the back of the knife.

Sima Jingling raised her eyebrows slightly, and Ling Zheng was finally smarter and knew how to use some skills to deal with this competition. In other words, Ling Zheng finally took this competition to heart and took the victory or loss of this competition seriously.

It's a pity that Sima Jingling didn't intend for Ling Zheng to win this competition from the beginning. After all, her purpose is to let Ling Zheng fully recognize herself, not to let Ling Zheng grow in this competition.

So seeing that Ling Zheng was going to knock his hand with the back of the knife, Sima Jingling did not withdraw it like this, but directly before Ling Zheng sent the back of the knife over, he sent the sword forward for a while, and then pulled a sword flower, so that after the sword in his hand was cut in front of Ling Zheng's abdomen, it was replaced by a backhand, so that his sword was directly blocked under the back of the knife.

When this sword slashed through Ling Zheng, it also cut through Ling Zheng's clothes, making Ling Zheng's coat that had just wrapped around his waist look like he couldn't get rid of.

When Ling Zheng saw his move, not only did he fail to get a benefit from Sima Jingling, but he also suffered a loss, and immediately jumped back and distanced himself from Sima Jingling.

The two seem to be back to where they started.

Sima Jingling didn't take advantage of the victory to pursue, but pointed to his coat, which was already a little crumbling, as if to say, don't you care about your coat

Ling Zheng looked at Sima Jingling with a calm face, frowned, and then used one of his hands to throw the coat that was still tied on his body, but almost picked off by Sima Jingling with a sword, and simply threw it outside the venue.

Ling Zheng's coat completely broke away from Ling Zheng's body, revealing Ling Zheng's figure.

Although Ling Zheng's underwear looked a little loose, after all, after several fights in the hot weather, the originally loose clothes had already been soaked and clinging tightly to his body.

After a brief glance just now, Sima Jingling and some other sharp-eyed people had already seen Ling Zheng's good figure.

This is even more because there is no obstruction, whether it is watching the excitement near the venue or those watching the competition in the building not far away, they can see Ling Zheng's figure very clearly at this moment.

The bold and bold Beiao people directly praised loudly, and even threw the flowers in their hands or some things that they carried closely towards Ling Zheng.

Ling Zheng looked coldly at these things that seemed to show that he liked him, and the shame and anger in his eyes kept rolling, as if they were about to erupt, and then wrapped her in front of Sima Jingling, making her feel his complex emotions such as pain, anxiety, doubt, or rising, etc.