Sword light rained down from the sky.

It may not be appropriate to say that it is rain, they are more like countless lights, three inches long, finger wide, dense, falling in bunches and falling sharply, like rain that turns into lines on a rainy night, not only obscuring the sky, but also the sound of the sword whistle is so vast that the sky and the earth are overshadowed.

Stars like rain.

Su Qi stood on the surface of the lake, the Eight Desolation Sword hung high in the sky, tilted slightly, and kept spitting out the sword light, the battle between him and Yan Qiao had been transferred from the West Rain Palace to the lake, neither of them wanted to fight on the West Rain Palace, Yan Qiao was afraid of destroying the building and being scolded, and Su Qi was not too public.

But it was beyond his expectation that he was fighting with him, Yan Qiao had extremely rich combat experience, and it was difficult for Su Qi to get rid of his entanglement, so he had to start using more powerful sword moves, and when Su Qi realized that he was being lured by Yan Qiao to gradually use stronger strength, his sword rain had swept the heavens and the earth.

The poignant and rapid sword roar attracted most of the people in the West Rain Palace, and the news of Yan Qiao's duel with an outsider spread early.

The onlookers quickly arrived, they had the elders who were idle and had nothing to do, standing on the sky in twos and threes, silently watching the amazing battle below, and more of them were the disciples of the West Rain Palace, the formal disciples flew high above the palace, gathered together and discussed the battle between the two in a low voice, the primary disciples could not fly, and they flocked near the hook fence near the lake in the West Palace, and the exclamations and exclamations formed a noise, some people applauded, and some people curiously asked about Su Qi's origin.

Among these people, the most angry is Chang Su.

When the battle broke out, she was eating and drinking with a few familiar disciples in the residence of the North Palace, several of them were the personal disciples of the elders sitting down, they had a higher status than the official disciples, and they also had a separate residence in the North Palace.

When the sword whistle sounded, Chang Su's drunkenness dissipated instantly, and she realized that it was not good almost instantly, and hurriedly ran out of the main hall and flew towards the West Palace.

"Wait for that kid to finish fighting with Yan Qiao, and bring him over. ”

Chang Su's face darkened instantly, although she didn't know what Su Qi had done, but if she made such a big move, she, the person who should have been in charge of taking care of Su Qi, would definitely be scolded.

After seeing the thousands of sword rains, Chang Su felt that his monthly routine for the next month would definitely be gone.

This sword rain is actually quite beautiful, each beam of light is sprinkled with countless tiny points of light, it is really like a galaxy of stars, it is clearly visible in the daytime, but the elders present are very serious, they can see the danger of this sword.

"The top of the Empty Realm. A female cultivator from the Tianyuan Realm hugged her shoulders and whispered to the middle-aged monk beside her.

The monk nodded, "This young man should have already touched the threshold of the God Building Realm, and this sword technique contains Dao marks, otherwise the aura would not be so powerful." ”

"The swordsmanship itself is not ordinary. The nun added.

"Only dealing with the strength of the Empty Ming Realm, Yan Qiao is a little hard. The middle-aged monk gloated a little.

Yan Qiao was indeed not easy, the sword rain roared, and the huge range enveloped him had no chance to dodge, he could only rely on his strength to resist, he held his sledgehammer high, smashed out countless illusory hammer shadows, and smashed the sword rain that fell one by one, but this sword rain seemed to be endless, falling from the air without stopping, and he could only continue to swing the hammer shadow in the sky, and fight against Su Qi stubbornly.

The nun was happy, "Suppressing people with power, this little guy seems to be planning to crush Yan Qiao to death, how many years have you not seen Yan Qiao so embarrassed?"

"But if you continue to fight like this, the little guy's loss will be too great. The middle-aged monk frowned, a little puzzled, "His aura will be exhausted before Yan Qiao." ”

He was right, the consumption rate of Su Qi's aura could be seen from the range of the sword rain, and there were sword lights falling into the lake with a radius of nearly a hundred zhang all the time, and the splashing lake water was endless, and there was even a layer of mist on the surface of the lake, which gradually connected together and rose upward.

"It's a little strange," the nun stared at the misty mist for a while, and then suddenly spoke, "Is the movement of the sword light entering the water too small?"

"Too small?" The middle-aged monk was stunned for a moment, the mist had expanded to all directions, covering a much larger area than the sword rain, and the slightly humid water vapor was blown closer by the wind, and even gave him a trace of illusion, as if he was really in a water town, looking at the smoke and water clouds in the drizzle of late spring.

How can such a majestic momentum be said to be small?

"This sword light is so powerful, but why is it only splashing countless drops of lake water on the surface of the lake?" asked the nun in a cold voice, "It should have been blown up on the surface of the lake, if it is said that it can splash a big wave like a boulder into the water, I have no doubt!"

The middle-aged monk's eyes flashed, he was good at Taoism, and he had mastered a method of exploration, under the convergence of aura, his eyes were shining with golden light, and instantly penetrated the thick water vapor of the mist.

The nun was right, the moment the sword light entered the water, the splash was very small, as if someone was deliberately manipulating it.

"That kid has a hand, he must be secretly planning something!" The nun became more and more sure, her divine sense suddenly released, quickly extending towards the lake, before, in order to show respect for the two of them, these elders just watched from afar, and no one released their divine sense.

But now, she couldn't care about this, she was becoming more and more curious about Su Qi's plans.

Consciousness rushes into the lake.

The water in the lake is so quiet that it looks the same as usual.

But the nun soon discovered that something was wrong, under the deep surface of the lake, there was a sharp sword qi!

"Those sword lights!" the nun exclaimed, "they didn't dissipate, they converged under the surface of the lake!"

"Under the lake?" the middle-aged monk quickly understood the young man's plan, "Yan Qiao hasn't seen it yet!"

"He pressed the realm to the Empty Ming Realm, and the young man hid it very well, if it wasn't for the deliberate, Yan Qiao wouldn't have noticed anything strange under the surface of the lake!"

"It's going to be fun. The middle-aged monk shook his head, looking at Su Qi with curiosity in his eyes, it was hard for him to imagine how such a young guy could have such sophisticated combat skills?

Controlling countless sword lights, allowing them to easily burrow into the surface of the lake, and unknowingly bringing them together under the surface of the lake, requires not only talent, but also years of experience.

He and the nun glanced at each other, both of them waiting for the sword light to leap out of the lake, like a dragon leaping scene.