Chapter Two Hundred and Five

Recovering Memories (Part II)

Listening to Ye Zilan's words that she had degraded herself to nothing, Song Li smiled, if she hadn't been poisoned and saved by Qingxu, maybe the person who became Qingxu's disciple would have been Ye Zilan, but this matter was a foregone conclusion.

It can only be said that it is fate.

And Ye Zilan didn't have this life.

"Today I will fight with you, if I win, then it proves that you are not as good as me Qingxu Immortal Chang looked away and accepted the wrong disciple, if you don't want me to be laughed at by the world, then use all your strength, let me see how much ability the disciple of Qingxu Immortal Elder values!"

Ye Zilan suddenly raised the momentum on her body, and her voice became loud and powerful, at this time she was more like a knight in battle armor.

Suddenly, she took two steps forward.

Seeing this, Song Li suddenly took two steps back to open the distance, for fear that she would make a sneak attack, Ye Zilan glanced at Song Li, raised her hand and grabbed her wrist, and whispered with the corners of her mouth raised: "By the way, if you lose, then Chu Rong will follow me back to Nanmiao as a colt, you have to be careful!" ”

Hearing this, Song Li's expression tightened suddenly, and he turned his head to look at Chu Rong, who was dressed in a dark blue robe and white jade-like hands gently supporting his chin, his pink lips were slightly pursed, his eyes were faint, and his pupils were darkened inch by inch.

Without waiting for Chu Rong to look at her, she withdrew her gaze and looked at Ye Zilan's serious and high-spirited appearance, and she suddenly realized that she didn't seem to be able to afford to lose this battle......

"Good!"

She nodded slightly, her expression becoming serious.

Everyone looked at the two people on the field with bated breath, and in a trance, there was an illusion that this was not two women, but two generals galloping on the battlefield.

"Come on! See the real chapter in swordsmanship! ”

The corners of Ye Zilan's mouth suddenly provoked an arc that seemed to be nothing, and then pointed at Song Li, and quickly controlled the sword in her hand to stab at Song Li's eyebrows.

Song left his body for a moment, and quickly dodged a blow.

'Boom-'

The two swords collided, making a crisp sound.

Their eyes met with the sound.

A trace of danger spread out, instantly enveloping the entire venue.

The temperature around me seems to have dropped a lot in an instant.

Song Li quickly retreated, and at the same time, she threw the sword in her right hand into the void, then stretched out her left hand to grab it into the void, and held the hilt of the sword with her left hand and swung the sword to slash at the sword in Ye Zilan's hand.

Everyone breathed tightly, Gu Shaoqing hugged the sword in his hands, and frowned slightly, "I even used the sword in my left hand, it looks like I am bound to win......"

Chu Rong slowly retracted the hand on his chin, straightened his body, his gaze fell on Song Li's sword-holding left hand, and a glimmer of brilliance broke out in his dark eyes.

Just when Song Li changed hands, Ye Zilan stabbed with his sword again, and Song Li raised his eyes, and the murderous aura prevailed in his eyes.

She didn't let her sword get entangled with Ye Zilan, her sword movement was extremely awkward, and her moves were stabbed to unexpected positions.

Ye Zilan was caught off guard by Song Li's beating, and retreated again and again to widen the distance.

"What kind of move are you?"

She said in surprise, and saw Song Li unceremoniously make another move.

The two were originally on par, but in a conversion effort, Ye Zilan was suppressed and put at a disadvantage, Song Li's movements were as awkward as they were, and the moves were undisciplined, just like a child playing around, but she made a sharp move, and the move hit her unexpected vital point.

On the one hand, she had to resist Song Li's attack, and on the other hand, she had to observe Song Li's moves, and after dozens of moves, she was a little overwhelmed and confused.

"It's nothing more than ten years of hard practice in swordsmanship!"

Song Li suddenly retreated, giving Ye Zilan a chance to breathe, listening to Ye Zilan's disordered breathing, Song Li said disdainfully, twisted his neck and made a slight 'click'. ’

Ye Zilan's face was dull when she was ridiculed by Song Li, and her expression suddenly sank.

"It was just a warm-up......

Looking at Ye Zilan, who was aroused, Song Li raised a beautiful arc at the corner of his mouth and said lightly.

"Come again!" Ye Zilan shouted unadmittedly, her eyes locked on Song Li, and she raised her sword and slashed directly at Song Li, "Your moves have all run out, I have just become familiar with your moves, look at what tricks you have now!" ”

The moment the words fell, the gloomy sword had already reached the sky above Song Li's head.

Song Li stood in place, the smile on the corner of his mouth suddenly cold.

Looking at the sword that could cut off half of Song Li's head in an instant, everyone's hearts instantly rose to their throats.

Emperor Tianxuan and the Empress trembled, and they all stood up in shock, looking at this tense scene, a trace of panic crept into their eyes.

"Li'er!"

Gu Shaoqing, Song Huaijin, Shen Zhengxiu and his party were directly frightened, and they suddenly got up and shouted to remind Song Li, who was motionless.

Song Li didn't seem to hear it.

Ye Zilan saw Song Li standing still, and her heart suddenly panicked, she wanted to stop but it was too late.

At the moment when the sword was about to fall on top of Song Li's head, Song Li's body flashed quickly, and the sword in Ye Zilan's hand slashed to the ground.

"Qiang—"

There was a burst of lightning, and Song Li's original position was instantly split.

If it weren't for the stability of the platform, this blow is estimated to be the whole platform would fall apart.

Seeing that Song Li escaped without danger, everyone's hanging hearts finally fell back into their stomachs.

Ye Zilan took a deep breath to calm down her somewhat flustered heart, and swung her sword again and stabbed at Song Li.

This time she was in the dominant position, and the two of them went back and forth with all their strength, and no one was far behind.

Although Ye Zilan's moves were sharp, Song Li was just as easy, she attacked and defended well, and the situation changed again in an instant.

People who don't know swordsmanship see that Song Li was pressed and beaten by Ye Zilan, and those who know swordsmanship can see at a glance that Song Li took Ye Zilan to fight, and Ye Zilan's advance or retreat is all in Song Li's grasp.

Ye Zilan also sensed her situation, her brows furrowed tightly, she couldn't imagine that Song Li, who had lost all her internal strength, was just as good at swordsmanship, even if she tried her best, she couldn't resist Song Li.

This can't be done, she changed her moves again in the confrontation with Song Li, and the speed of her sword was much faster than before.

Gradually, Song Li couldn't keep up, and turned from offensive to defensive, and was forced by Ye Zilan to keep retreating, and his forehead was covered with sweatdrops.

She has no internal strength now, and she is not as good as Ye Zilan who has internal protection in terms of physical strength, so she must fight quickly, otherwise it will not be good for her to drag it down.

Such a thought flashed through Song Li's mind, a trace of hatred appeared in his eyes, and he directly took Ye Zilan's blow head-on.

'Bang-'

With a bang, the swords of the two collided again, and because they had both used up their strength, this one was louder than the previous ones.

There was a constant reverberation of trills in the field.

Because of this violent collision, Song Li's tiger mouth opened a gap.

Ye Zilan has internal strength to protect her body, which is better than Song Li, except for her pale face and disordered breath, she has no hands.

"One move is the winner or the loser!"

Song Li shouted, his voice sonorous and powerful.

The atmosphere in the arena instantly became tense.

Everyone didn't dare to breathe, and they all looked at the two of them intently.

Song Li took half a step back, shook off the blood flowing from her hands, and a little bit of blood fell to the ground with her movements, blooming red plums.

"Good!"

Ye Zilan answered.

"Old fox, aren't you afraid of Xiao Ion losing?"

Gu Shaoqing ran to Chu Rong's side and sat down at some point, raised his hand to pick up a peanut and threw it into his mouth, and asked thoughtfully.

Chu Rong looked at Song Li intently, his eyes were deep and dark without a trace of brilliance, "She won't lose." His voice was very quiet, as if he were saying something very ordinary.

"You just believe in her like that?"

Gu Shaoqing was slightly stunned, he couldn't imagine that Chu Rong trusted Song Li so much.

"It's not that I believe it, it's that she won't lose."

Chu Rong said firmly, and saw another fight on the stage.

Song Li was full of strength, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and with a steady step under his feet, he raised his sword and stabbed at Ye Zilan's chest.

Ye Zilan was not to be outdone, and also swung her sword to meet it.

'Whew-'

There was a sound of a blade cutting through the fabric and piercing the flesh.

The room fell silent in an instant, as if the air had frozen instantly, and even the sound of breathing could not be heard.

"I lost—"

Ye Zilan turned her head to look at the sword that was close to her head, looked back at Song Li, whose face was pale, and pulled out the sword that pierced Song Li's shoulder and neck half a point in frustration, and shook her head with a wry smile.

If it weren't for Song Li's timely deviation, the sword would not have been as simple as grazing her head and cutting off a wisp of green silk, but would have pierced her eyebrows directly......

Song Li's wound was spilled out like a spring of blood as Ye Zilan's sword was withdrawn.

"Imperial Doctor!"

Seeing Ye Zilan admit defeat, everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and Emperor Tianxuan and the Empress sat back in their positions, frowning and shouting at the same time.

At the same time, Song Li's body fell to the ground as soon as he softened, and his eyes became complicated.

Just as she was about to start, something seemed to open up in her body, and a wave of warmth swept through her body, constantly swimming in her body.

"Ahh

Then a tearing pain hit her head in an instant, and she gritted her teeth, but a cry of pain escaped from her throat.

'Bang dang—'

The sword in her hand fell to the ground with a loud sound, and she kept rolling on the ground with her head in her hands.

The pain in her head intensified, and some unfamiliar images came to mind, as if someone was reaching for her head and stuffing something inside.

"Imperial Doctor, pass on Imperial Doctor!"

Looking at Song Li, who was rolling on the ground in pain, Emperor Tianxuan stood up directly and slapped the table and shouted, and the banquet was instantly chaotic.

Chu Rong and Gu Shaoqing Qingxu rushed to Song Li's side.

Song Huaijin, Song Zhang, Chu Ruohua, Chu Tianfeng and his party trotted forward, instantly surrounding Song Li's side.

Big drops of sweat rolled down and smashed on the ground, the pain in his head did not diminish at all, and Song Li's face became more and more pale.

"What did you do to Little Ion!"

Looking at Song Li's painful appearance of rolling on the ground, Gu Shaoqing grabbed Ye Zilan's wrist, stared at Ye Zilan's pale face with his eyes, and asked sharply, squirting Ye Zilan's face with excited saliva.

Chu Rong and Song Huaijin, who squeezed into the crowd, held Song Li and asked her to stop rolling, Qingxu bent down and raised his hand to point at Song Li's acupuncture points, and then looked at Gu Shaoqing, whose face was flushed with excitement, and said, "It has nothing to do with this little girl." ”