It was late autumn, and the autumn breeze was blowing on the small lake. The autumn breeze brings a slight fold on the surface of the lake.

Then there were ripples in the folds. Breaking the calm of the lake.

There are people on the lake.

A middle-aged man wearing a hat walks slowly on the surface of the lake, and with each step, the sole of his boot steps on the surface of the lake, and a circle of ripples will be born.

The middle-aged man looked at Xiao Zhu not far in front of him, and suddenly stopped, and then he took off the hat on his head, revealing his face.

There were two thick thick eyebrows on his slightly darkened face, and his weather-covered face was as cold as a rock.

He held his hat in his hand, his thick eyebrows furrowed slightly, his lips curled slightly, revealing a smile that could not be understood.

In the autumn wind, he casually threw the hat in his hand on the surface of the lake, and stepped again, his solid body as steel stepped on the lake like a weight. Carrying a full body of murder to the small building by the lake.

He didn't walk fast, and every time his footsteps fell, he left a ripple on the surface of the lake.

With the footsteps of the middle-aged man, the killing intent on his body became heavier and heavier, and the ripples under his feet became bigger and bigger.

He didn't inject his own vitality into his weapons like other cultivators, because he didn't have weapons, he just distributed all his vitality all over his body, and his own body was his best weapon.

There was a soft buzz from the calm lake.

It's like the sound of walking barefoot in a shallow stream.

With the sound of rushing water, the middle-aged man's footsteps began to become heavier.

Every time he landed, the momentum on his body increased by one point, and the sound of water under his feet also increased by one point.

......

Xiao Yu put the cyan sword in his sleeve, regained some energy, and was about to find Moshu to deal with the wound, when suddenly his eyebrows raised, and a chill flashed on his back.

There is no wall on one side of the small building near the lake.

He silently turned his head to look at the small lake behind him, only to see that on the small lake, I don't know when a tall figure appeared, the murderous aura on the tall figure rippled, even if it was separated by a small half of the lake, Xiao Yu could clearly feel the coldness and bloodlust contained in it.

It was even colder than the murderous aura on Liu Chengfeng's flying sword just now.

Someone walks on the lake!

Carrying a body full of killing intent.

Xiao Yu felt the terrifying aura contained in the figure on the surface of the lake, and he instantly remembered someone, and the originally calm expression on his face became a little gloomy.

That person was Qin Mumian, Qin Mumian who beat Xiao Yu and had no power to fight back.

And this person's aura is eight points similar to the aura on Qin Mumian's body, and judging from this person's performance aura, even if his strength is slightly lower than Qin Mumian's, it will not be too far behind.

The next moment, the figure on the surface of the lake, his knees bent slightly, and his feet kicked violently on the surface of the lake.

There was a violent shock on the surface of the small lake, the air above was torn apart, and a buzzing sound sounded in the sky.

The figure stretched halfway across the lake, with a thunderous momentum, like a meteorite smashing into the earth.

The place where the meteorite fell was exactly where Xiao Yu was standing now.

Xiao Yu's face was solemn, he felt that the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi around his body became viscous, and a huge sense of oppression surrounded his body, even making him feel that his actions had become sluggish, and he worked hard to use the Yuan Qi in his body to eliminate this sluggishness, and then he raised his head and looked at the sky, he saw a fist.

When he saw this fist, Xiao Yu understood that this figure had gone through a series of accumulations, and this punch that gathered the vitality of his whole body, he could not dodge it, nor could he take it.

......

No matter how high the fist is, there will be a moment when it falls.

A fist full of vitality burst through the sky and landed heavily on an oil-paper umbrella.

With a bang, the oil-paper umbrella trembled slightly, but it was not torn apart by this violent fist.

The oil-paper umbrella in Xiao Yu's hand had been opened, his face was pale, and there was a little blood on the corner of his mouth, and he retreated backwards.

Two deep treads appeared on the stone path.

Behind him was the courtyard gate.

......

On the side near the small lake, there was a small bamboo forest, and when the middle-aged man punched out, the whole small bamboo forest shook violently, and countless bamboo leaves fell one after another.

Xiao Yu looked at the figure in front of the bamboo forest, and the solemn expression on his pale face flashed for a moment.

Ever since the battle with Qin Mumian, he was particularly familiar with this aura, and he even remembered that Qin Mumian used one finger to block every detail of the long sword in his hand.

Moreover, the punch just now clearly showed the strong strength of the person who came, and it should be the strength of the peak of the Void Netherworld Realm. If it weren't for the oil-paper umbrella that looked ordinary, but was actually not ordinary, Xiao Yu would have been seriously injured and dying in the face of this punch, even if he was not killed by the bombardment.

At the same time, he was wary of the purpose of this formidable adversary.

"What are you doing here?"

The middle-aged man standing opposite Xiao Yu did not answer his question, but frowned slightly and looked at the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and said, "I didn't expect that it was actually a mixed yuan umbrella, a famous magic weapon of the Taoist Sect, and it would be in your hands." ”

Xiao Yu was slightly stunned when he heard this, he only now knew that the oil-paper umbrella that Qiu Ye gave him was originally called the Mixed Yuan Umbrella.

The middle-aged man calmly continued: "The Daoist Sect has two very famous umbrellas, one is yellow, which can block flying swords, fists, feet and arrows, and is extremely strong, called the Mixed Yuan Umbrella. The other is light cyan, which can shelter from wind, water, fire and earth, and purify the heart and mind, which is called Taiyi Qingning umbrella. As far as I know, the Taiyi Qingning umbrella is in the hands of an elder of the Dao Sect, but this hybrid umbrella is in the hands of Qiu Ye. ”

"What is the relationship between Autumn Leaves and you. ”

Xiao Yu looked at him and said, "Qiu Ye is the first disciple of my Dao Sect, so he is naturally my senior brother. ”

In the face of such a strong enemy, Xiao Yu can only choose the fox and the tiger. At the critical moment, the festival has to be fed to the dog.

The middle-aged man looked Xiao Yu up and down, as if to observe whether he was a disciple of the Taoist Sect.

Suddenly, his indifferent gaze stared at Xiao Yu's eyes, as if he wanted to see through Xiao Yu's heart, but Xiao Yu restrained his emotions and calmly chose to look at him.

In this way, the two of them looked at each other for about a quarter of an hour, and suddenly the middle-aged man laughed and said sharply: "I was looking at that flying sword by the lake just now, but it is not a Taoist sect. Not to mention...... Even if you are really a disciple of the Dao Sect, and Akiba is not here, who can stop me!?"

Before the words fell, the middle-aged man burst out of his mouth with a sharp roar, and his body, which was as strong as a mountain, roared forward, and punched directly at Xiao Yu's face.

Xiao Yu didn't expect that this person didn't even care about the name of the Taoist Sect, his face suddenly turned pale, and he hurriedly held the oil-paper umbrella, which was what the middle-aged man called the mixed yuan umbrella, and stretched the umbrella in front of him.

The middle-aged man's right fist then slammed into the umbrella.

The mixed element umbrella flickered slightly, safe and sound, but Xiao Yu behind the umbrella couldn't hold the mixed yuan umbrella in both hands, and was hit the chest by the umbrella handle.

He spat out blood and slammed backwards, hitting the wall of the gatehouse.

He knocked countless cracks like spiderwebs into the walls.

Xiao Yu coughed in pain, feeling as if the ribs in his chest were about to be broken.