Chapter 734 Win or Lose?

The long sword, with a white light that was unstable but still as blazing as the sun, pierced into the soft body, and a large amount of blood continued to fall, which made Huanyin's heart tighten.

The beautiful woman floated in the air, quietly staying in place. Even though she was stabbed by the long sword, she did not retreat a single step. Huanyin could feel that the woman had not activated much defense from beginning to end, so the severity of her injuries at this moment was unimaginable. As for the severity of the pain, even Huanyin himself was shocked when he thought about it, because it was not only stabbing, but also burning pain.

If Huanyin had not planned to reduce a lot of power in this attack, if Ruan Shushu had not had a slight layer of protection outside her body, I am afraid that Ruan Shushu would have been killed by Huanyin on the spot. Because the seemingly powerful Daguang Bailiancheng was just a bluff, Ruan Shushu did not use any of its power to fight Huanyin.

At this moment, the woman still had a smile on her face, and she was still calm, as always. However, her face was as pale as paper, and her smile seemed a little unnatural because of the strong pain. In addition, her snow-white dress was now stained with large patches of red. Although she was still beautiful, she looked a little more sad.

After the panic, there was a moment of reluctance. Huan Yin suddenly found that he seemed to admire the woman in front of him very much, so after stabbing her with his own hands, endless regret surged in his heart. Then, Huan Yin's heart sank to the bottom of the valley. Because he felt that his sword seemed to stab the heart of every old man in Shura City, taking away their vitality.

With complicated emotions, there were thousands of words in his heart that he wanted to say to the woman in front of him. But in the end, all of this turned into a simple question: "Why?"

Huan Yin's voice was slightly hoarse, as if asking this question would require all his life's strength.

Unfortunately, there was no answer to this question. The woman opposite just smiled again, and then the great light around the two of them understood that Liancheng finally lost the support of spiritual power and collapsed in the air. The figures of the two finally appeared in the eyes of all the monks watching the battle.

One man, one woman. The man held a long sword and stabbed the opponent's heart, but there was no joy of victory on his face, only confusion and panic. The woman floated quietly. Although she was seriously injured and even the wound was charred by the strong heat, her face was calm as water, and she even smiled slightly, as if she was the winner of this battle.

What is victory? Since when did the loss of being defeated by the opponent become the win in the hearts of the two?

No one noticed all this, and no one even cared about the strange expressions on the faces of the two at this moment. All the monks below saw was the result of the fight, only that sword and that piece of bright red blood.

"Give up!" Below, the leader of the Shura Sect was shocked, and flew up desperately, flying towards Ruan Shushu. At the moment she arrived next to Ruan Shushu, she pushed with one hand, and a shock force directly forced Huan Yin away. Then, she supported her strongest disciple of the younger generation, who was also the saint of the sect, with pity, and shouted the two words just now.

"Hahahaha!" On the ground, Duan Tianchang laughed wildly, and the arrogance and domineering meaning contained in it were already obvious to the extreme. Then, he ignored the resentful eyes from the disciples of the Shura Sect and shouted: "Shura Sect, since my Wuliang Sect won three to two in today's battle, the mineral vein belongs to us!"

The disciples of the Shura Sect were silent, and even the leader did not say a word. Then, under the playful eyes of all the Wuliang Sect members, a group of Shura Sect disciples flew up from the side of the salt lake and rushed away with the injured and unconscious Ruan Shushu.

Next, countless compliments began to pounce on Huan Yin. Such as "It is worthy of being the strongest of the younger generation in Yangzhou", "It is worthy of the greatest hope of the future of my Wuliang Sect", "Senior Brother Huan is really a hero of my sect" and so on.

These words, from the Wuliangmen disciples who were watching the battle below, and even from Duan Tianchang, all contained undisguised joy and excitement. Obviously, they had coveted the mineral vein for too long, and now they finally got it, and their excitement was self-evident. Huan Yin also became their hero.

However, in their excitement and excitement, they did not notice that the "hero" on their side did not have the slightest joy at the moment. He just stood in the air, as if he did not want to merge with the crowd below. And his eyes were always staring into the distance, as if he wanted to see through thousands of miles and find the figure of the woman he had injured...

In the next three days, the entire Wuliangmen Yongzhou branch fell into a joyful atmosphere. The sect held a banquet and celebrated the success. The disciples of the Wuliangmen Yongzhou branch could be unrestrained and unbridled during these three days.

Of course, as the head of the Yongzhou branch, Duan Tianchang naturally did not forget to pass the good news back to the Yangzhou sect, nor did he forget to ask for credit for Huan Yin, the first hero of this battle, and he did not forget to send people to occupy the mine that finally belonged to his side.

However, unlike the joy of the entire Wuliangmen Yongzhou branch, Huan Yin did not step out of the door for three days. He found an excuse and locked himself up, not wanting to be disturbed by anyone.

He knew very well what his victory represented, so it was impossible for him to be excited or happy. He only felt that the celebrations of the past few days were an insult to the right path and a kind of blasphemy.

For three days, Huan Yin had been in the house dejectedly, sometimes his mind went blank, and sometimes he would think of that beautiful white figure. But every time the white figure appeared, the scene of him piercing it with his sword would also appear, making him feel dizzy and his heart hurt.

"Her name is Ruan Shushu..." This sentence was the most frequent and only sentence Huan Yin said in the past three days.

Before this, the word "Ruan Shushu" had never appeared in Huan Yin's mouth. In the past three days, these three words have become the only words in his mouth.

Until three days passed, at a certain moment, Huan Yin, with his hair disheveled and his whole body in a state of embarrassment, suddenly seemed to think of something. So, he suddenly raised his head and said to himself: "There are still three days, and in three days it will be my wedding. Before that, I have to go find her and ask her why."

After saying this, Huan Yin suddenly became energetic, so he stood up, walked to the door in a few steps, and pushed the door open.

After passing through the bustling interior of the sect and passing by his fellow sect members who were already extremely happy, Huan Yin finally flew up from outside the sect and flew towards Shura City without hesitation.

Soon after, when Huan Yin arrived in front of Shura City, something beyond his expectation was that Ruan Shushu, still dressed in a white dress and with a charming smile on her face, was already standing at the gate of the city waiting for him.

At this moment, Ruan Shushu showed the look of a serious injury that had not yet recovered, and there was still not much blood on her beautiful face. However, she was always the most beautiful person Huan Yin had ever seen.

The two did not enter the city, but at Ruan Shushu's request, Huan Yin accompanied her to a salt lake near Shura City. The two of them were walking beside the salt lake, both dressed in white, and their silhouettes met each other.

Huan Yin felt that he had a lot to say and ask Ruan Shushu. However, when he actually walked with Ruan Shushu, he felt inexplicably nervous and didn't know what to say.

However, after the two of them walked for a while, he finally couldn't help but speak and said what he said.

Huan Yin asked Ruan Shushu why and asked many questions. However, Ruan Shushu looked calm at this moment, walking quietly alongside Huan Yin, but did not answer any of Huan Yin's questions.

It was as if the beautiful woman was just enjoying walking side by side with Huan Yin at this moment, nothing else.

In the end, Huan Yin's thousands of words were blocked by the gentle smile and tranquility of the woman with a peaceful face. As a result, he also fell into silence, but his heart still couldn't calm down at all.

The two of them just walked along the huge salt lake. Their figures were reflected on the mirror-like white salt lake, looking dreamy and beautiful.

Until an unknown moment, Ruan Shushu, who had never spoken, finally stopped. So Huan Yin also stopped.

The woman paused for a moment, then suddenly stood on tiptoe and turned around, letting her dress draw a beautiful arc beside the salt lake. She said: "You feel you owe me, don't you?"

Without any hesitation, Huan Yin nodded.

"You feel you owe the people of Yongzhou, don't you?" A playful smile gradually appeared on Ruan Shushu's face, like a beautiful elf, and she spoke again.

Ruan Shushu is the most fascinating woman Huan Yi has ever seen in his life. His eyes were a little dazed, and he nodded again.

Ruan Shushu nodded again when she saw Huan Yin, a child-like cunning suddenly flashed in her eyes, and she said: "What you owe us is a spiritual stone mine, so you will give us a spiritual stone mine in return, okay?"