The showers fell sharply, like jade beads with broken threads, scattered and scattered, and soon puddles accumulated. In this rainstorm, there was no wrong sound, and it was more majestic than the rain.

The middle-aged swordsman stabbed out with a sword, straight and fast, and the water splashed under his feet, but the long sword in his hand never wavered.

Xu Mingyuan threw out a sword, but his eyes in the darkness became brighter and brighter. This middle-aged swordsman wants to use him to sharpen his sword intent, and Xu Mingyuan, who has practiced swords for a day, doesn't want to use this middle-aged swordsman to sharpen his sword intent.

Today, he is already very close to the line of the third grade, but if he continues to practice like this, I am afraid it will take some time to break through. But if you fight against this middle-aged swordsman, under pressure, you may be able to take that step.

There was a thunderclap, and the long sword that stabbed straight and the long sword that was thrown away collided, and a crisp sound could be heard even in the rumbling thunder.

Xu Mingyuan took two steps back suddenly, the hand holding the long sword trembled slightly, but without stopping, with a kick of his right foot, the person had already pounced like a goshawk, and the long sword in his hand was also stabbed straight at the middle-aged swordsman.

Touching the sword, Xu Mingyuan had already judged the strength of this swordsman in his heart, above Shen Fei, but under the hunchbacked old man among the six monsters in southern Sichuan, he was much worse than Zeng Qingyi.

The middle-aged swordsman looked at Xu Mingyuan, who pounced on him, his eyes narrowed slightly, and with a lift of the long sword in his hand, he threw out a string of water droplets, as well as a sword qi.

What is the difference between above the three grades and under the three grades, in the hands of the swordsman, the most intuitive thing is the sword qi that can break the stone and break the gold when the sword is used. As for Li Taibai's subtle realm of walking with a sword, it is not something that ordinary martial arts practitioners can imagine.

The middle-aged swordsman's second sword stabbed out, and the sword momentum was not known compared to the first sword, and even the rain that was even formed into a column of water was stagnant, and it was cut by the sword qi.

Seeing this, Xu Mingyuan, who was in mid-air, turned his wrist slightly, and the long sword that originally stabbed straight out in his hand drew a circle, just encircling the middle-aged swordsman's long sword in the circle.

This is a defensive position in the Tai Chi Sword, even Zeng Qingyi's sword can barely be dragged down, and the sword used to block the sword aura of this middle-aged swordsman is enough to protect himself.

The two swords collided, and the long sword in Xu Mingyuan's hand trembled slightly, but it was never broken.

"Sword Painting Tai Chi!" The middle-aged swordsman exclaimed, "How can you know how to draw Tai Chi with the sword of Wudang." ”

Xu Mingyuan pursed his lips slightly, did not speak, and looked at the long sword in his hand with a solemn face.

Although the long sword of the middle-aged swordsman who did not spare a single hand was blocked by Xu Mingyuan, some of the sword qi broke through the Tai Chi and scurried around. In just an instant, more than a dozen small cracks had appeared in Xu Mingyuan's robe, and blood flowed out of the wound, and it was quickly washed away by the rain.

But fortunately, the Tai Chi drawn by the long sword was in front of Xu Mingyuan, although some sword qi shot out, it didn't hurt the vital point, mostly some small skin injuries.

Although the middle-aged swordsman is not as good as Zeng Qingyi, when Zeng Qingyi and Xu Mingyuan fight, they will retain some strength so that Xu Mingyuan will not be injured. And this middle-aged swordsman doesn't have to think about whether Xu Mingyuan will be injured, or even Xu Mingyuan's life, and with all his strength, he is even more terrifying than Zeng Qingyi, who usually fights with Xu Mingyuan.

The wanton sword qi continued to impact the Tai Chi drawn by Xu Mingyuan's long sword, if Xu Mingyuan could also use the sword qi, he could use the sword qi to counteract, but for Xu Mingyuan, who had not entered the third grade, this was obviously unrealistic.

Three products! Three products! Xu Mingyuan's heart suddenly had a special desire to break through the three grades, if he had the realm of the three grades at this time, how could he be so embarrassed.

That line was in front of me, but if I wanted to cross it, it was still a little bit behind.

Don't continue to stalemate, this is Xu Mingyuan's judgment, otherwise once Tai Chi is broken, he will be powerless to resist the sword that the middle-aged swordsman keeps accumulating.

Immediately decided, Xu Mingyuan's long sword suddenly stopped drawing a circle, and with the power of the long sword in the middle-aged swordsman's hand, he retreated sideways to the side, avoiding the sword momentum in front of him.

However, Xu Mingyuan forcibly got rid of this sword, although he avoided most of the sword qi, he was still swept by the two sword qi in his shoulder and left arm, and in an instant, blood overflowed, staining red.

Just after taking a step back, he kicked his right foot to the side, and the long sword in his hand was raised, like a long stick, and slashed towards the middle-aged swordsman, this sword was taken from the mountain splitting stick method.

Because Xu Mingyuan forcibly withdrew the sword, the middle-aged swordsman couldn't help but rush forward half a step, but after all, he was an experienced person, although he was surprised that Xu Mingyuan knew how to draw Tai Chi with the sword of Wudang, his left foot was horizontal, and the long sword in his hand was already facing Xu Mingyuan's long sword again.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the movements of the pianist who was sitting cross-legged on the edge of the stone flat were getting faster and faster as the battle between the two of them in the field became faster and faster, and the dark night covered the expression on his face, but from the increasingly passionate sound of the piano, he could still hear the surprise in his heart.

However, as he said before, until now, he still did not get involved in this duel between the two swordsmen. As long as the middle-aged swordsman doesn't show signs of defeat, then he won't make a move today, and in his opinion, how can Xu Mingyuan, who hasn't even entered the third grade, be the opponent of the middle-aged swordsman.

In just a few breaths, the long swords in their hands collided more than a dozen times, but except for the first three swords, Xu Mingyuan tried his best to avoid the edge of the middle-aged swordsman, and used the appropriate sword moves to skillfully dissolve the endless sword qi on the strange long sword.

Another sword collided, and the two long swords actually collided with a bright spark between the night and the rain curtain, and Xu Mingyuan took advantage of the power from the long sword to withdraw more than a zhang.

Xu Mingyuan's hand holding the long sword trembled slightly, his chest rose and fell violently, and the half-old Taoist robe on his body had turned into strips of cloth, and then it was dyed red by blood, and even the rain could not wash it away.

However, Xu Mingyuan's eyes, in this dark night, became brighter and brighter, and he glanced down at the long sword in his hand, and the corners of his mouth slowly rose.

"Boy, I don't know where you stole so many sword moves, and you can do it so easily, you can indeed be called a genius." The middle-aged swordsman's chest also fluctuated slightly, but compared to Xu Mingyuan, he was obviously much better when he was only pierced in the corner of his clothes.

The middle-aged swordsman paused, grasped the hilt of the long sword with both hands, and said with a somewhat hideous smile: "However, my favorite thing to kill is genius, so you can die." ”

As soon as the words fell, his right foot was already slammed on the ground, and the puddle under his feet was suddenly empty, and it was quickly filled by the rain, and the middle-aged swordsman with a sword in both hands had already jumped up, holding a sword in both hands as if holding a knife, and slashed towards Xu Mingyuan with a sword.

Xu Mingyuan, who had been avoiding and blocking before, looked at the middle-aged swordsman who came with a sword in both hands, but he no longer retreated, grinned, and the long sword in his hand went from bottom to top, and the sword hung straight to Qingyun.

Seeing that Xu Mingyuan did not retreat or evade, the hideous smile on the middle-aged swordsman's face became thicker and thicker, as if he would be able to see the scene of Xu Mingyuan being split in half by his own knife in the next moment. What a happy feeling it is for a genius who may be able to dominate the rivers and lakes in the future to die under his own sword.

Raindrops jumped over the fluttering strings, and the sound of the piano was abruptly raised, as if the song had reached a high level. Tide. The pianist shook his head, he also felt that Xu Mingyuan had no way to live, although he was a little surprised that Xu Mingyuan was able to fight with a middle-aged swordsman for so long with the strength of not entering the third grade, but he never thought much about dead people.

Leaning on the doorpost and falling asleep, Qingxuan, who had been forgotten, shook his head as if he was disturbed by the sound of the piano, but still didn't wake up.

The violinist and swordsman naturally knew about Qingxuan's existence, but in their eyes, such a drunken old man who had not been woken up by such a noisy scene, where would he be a master, they didn't have to pay attention to it at all.

As for Xu Mingyuan, he hadn't seen his master make a move in the past ten years, and he even suspected that Qing Xuan didn't know martial arts at all. Traveling all the way, it was Xu Mingyuan who encountered obstacles on the way, and if he couldn't beat it, he would only be robbed, and he hadn't seen Qingxuan make a move, so Xu Mingyuan didn't hope that the master would be able to make a move.

Is Xu Mingyuan really going to die now?

The middle-aged swordsman thinks so, and the pianist also thinks so, but Xu Mingyuan doesn't think so because he broke through.

At the moment when he withdrew from a single step before, Xu Mingyuan suddenly realized that the line that he had not been able to cross for a day was crossed by him at that moment.

One step into the third grade, he is now very different from the previous him.

A slap of Qingyun, a breath that had never been felt before rose from the dantian and poured into the Qingshuang long sword, and the feeling that was not familiar enough made the long sword tremble slightly, and a long sword stabbed at the middle-aged swordsman and slashed down.

"Ding!" With a crisp sound, the blade collided with the tip of the sword, and the sword qi surging out of the two long swords collided together in an instant, and the raindrops that fell straight down seemed to be blocked by something, flowing towards both sides, and they couldn't fall where the two swords intersected at all.

"Three products! How could it be possible to break through the three products. The middle-aged swordsman's hideous expression changed suddenly, and he looked at Xu Mingyuan, who was holding a long sword, and shouted with a look of disbelief.

"What!" When the violinist heard the middle-aged swordsman's words, his hand shook, and there was a trill, and one of the strings on the piano was broken.

The pianist's face changed, and he didn't care about the broken string, stroked his hand on the string, and then slammed it in the direction of Xu Mingyuan. A buzzing sound suddenly sounded, and the water droplets that were originally jumping on the strings jumped up, and they shot towards Xu Mingyuan like water arrows.

"It's really not as good as Lao Wang, and he doesn't let people sleep." At this moment, Qingxuan Lao Dao, who had been asleep, woke up slowly, took off his straw sandals and grabbed them in his hand, and threw them directly to the violinist, just like the old farmer drove the child who ran into his vegetable field.

Then the straw sandals, which were not taken into account by the violinist at all, flew directly over the rain curtain and smashed on the water arrows, which then burst and then smashed accurately on the violinist's face.

The luthier sitting on the edge of the stone flat snorted, and fell directly down with his head up, rolling down the hill with the broken strings of the piano, and then there was a sound of bones.

With a snap, a straw shoe landed where the luthier had been sitting before, and there was a splash of water, and not even a single piece of grass was broken from the shoe.

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