Suling couldn't believe that she would lose so easily. She shook her head twice. She didn't wake up until she felt a sharp pain on her neck.

no! Lost! lose! All kinds of emotions surged out, leaving suling in the void. For a long time, it seemed to calm down a lot. Suling stretched out her fingers and gently pushed Chen Tianming's sword away from her neck, sighed: "I lost!"

Chen Tianming smiles quietly, shakes his sword and makes a sound of Zheng Zhen. The smoke cloud has disappeared in his hand: "the victory and defeat are impermanent. I hope you don't rest assured!"

Su Ling looks at Chen Tianming...