The Sword Sect, unlike other sword cultivation sects in the world, has four sword cultivation, which can be broadly summarized as flying swords, qi swords, body swords, and hand swords.

The disciples of the Sword Sect would never cultivate only one, and at least two of them would also cultivate.

And the sword in the hand is a compulsory skill for the disciples of the Sword Sect.

The sect master of the Sword Sect, the number one swordsman in the world, once said that the three-foot Qingfeng is in his hand, and he should be rampant in the world.

To some extent, Xiao Yu can be regarded as a sword cultivator with half a sword in his hand.

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The lakeside building is very remote, and it has always been quiet on weekdays, except for some murderous corpses or occasional passers-by, few people visit.

Not far from the door of Xiao Yu's house, there is a long street paved with bluestone, and there is a black carriage embroidered with silver patterns parked on the deserted long street, which looks gorgeous and unusual.

This is obviously not an ordinary person's frame, and the person riding in it must be a noble person.

The carriage belonged to the Patriotic Mission.

Among them sat not the head of the mission, but a more honorable person than him.

In the car sat a woman dressed in white and like a fairy.

Princess Weiguo, Sword Sect cultivator Zhang Xueyao.

Zhang Xueyao's position in the defense of the country is not just as simple as a princess, and even to some extent, she can ignore the wishes of the lord of the country. It is a very noble person.

She gently lifted the curtains, looked at the blue-shirted young man standing quietly outside the car, hesitated for a moment, and said with a smile: "Brother Dao, why don't you come up and talk about it." ”

The blue-shirted young man had a mediocre face, smiled, and said, "Don't bother." ”

Zhang Xueyao was silent for a moment and glanced at the small building by the lake not far away. Then he looked at the nameless Xiaohu behind Xiao Zhu, and then said with a smile: "Thank you Brother Dao for reminding me this time, so that I can slash this villain." ”

The blue-shirted young man waved his hand and said with a smile: "It's just a gesture, Her Royal Highness the princess is serious." ”

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Moving his body slightly, Xiao Yu felt pretty good, I don't know if it was because of the increase in cultivation, or because he had more experience in being injured, and now his body's recovery speed and ability to resist blows have been significantly enhanced.

Glancing at the ink book that was cleaning up the house with his back to him, Xiao Yu said, "Is there hot water in the ink book?"

Moshu turned his head and looked at him suspiciously.

Xiao Yu explained: "I want to take a bath and sleep. ”

Mo Shu's watery eyes widened, and he said with an innocent expression: "Childe, we just moved in this morning. ”

The implication of Moshu is naturally that there is no hot water, and she deliberately bit the word "move".

Xiao Yu was stunned, this suddenly moved out of the Anguo Mansion, and the two of them were really not used to living.

He waved his hand helplessly and said, "Forget it, that's fine." ”

At this time, Tai had already passed Zhongtian, and Xiao Yu had no appetite. Change into a brand new black robe, and let Moshu help him comb his hair.

Xiao Yu looked at himself in the bronze mirror, his face was pale, and his cheeks were slightly thin. I thought that at this rate of injury, it would be questionable whether he would survive past sixty.

After sending the ink book to rest, Xiao Yu walked out of the house and came to the small courtyard outside.

There are still clear traces of the stone path left by the battle just now, and bamboo leaves have fallen from the bamboo forest.

He remembered the bravery shown by the middle-aged man just now, such a person, if Zhang Xueyao didn't appear, how long could he hold out under the middle-aged man's fist?

Xiao Yu silently estimated in his heart that if it weren't for Zhang Xueyao's flying sword at the beginning, which forced the middle-aged man back a step, he would probably have been seriously injured under the middle-aged man's fist and would not be able to fight again.

So now Xiao Yu calmed down and found that what happened during this period of time was full of strangeness.

Somehow, someone wanted to kill him, and even dispatched a master like Qin Mumian.

Then it was known that he had a pupil, and two Void Netherworld realm cultivators came to snatch the pupil. And the two men came at about the same time.

What makes Xiao Yu suspicious the most is that the timing of Zhang Xueyao's appearance is too coincidental, not early, not too late, as if deliberately waiting to save Xiao Yu.

If this is a coincidence, Xiao Yu will never believe it.

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

Xiao Yu stood on the shore and glanced at the stone steps under his feet that were convenient for parking boats and going ashore, the lowest layer of the stone steps had been flooded by the lake. Then look at the quiet nameless lake.

The blue waves on the small lake are rippling, and the filth at the bottom of the lake is completely invisible.

He looked at the shadows of the fish looming in the lake, and wondered if these fish were so fat because they had so many corpses to make fertilizer.

Suddenly, the wind picked up on the lake, and layers of blue waves rippled on the lake.

As the blue waves rippled, a little blood-red trace was turned out of the lake.

It was blood mixed with the water of the lake.

The faint smile on the corner of Xiao Yu's mouth disappeared silently.

The wind stopped, but the lake didn't.

The blue waves on the lake surface are windless and automatic. Circles of ripples spread out from the blood-stained water, as if something was going to emerge from the bottom of the lake.

The ripples spread faster and faster, and in a moment the water here almost spun.

A small spiral socket slowly appeared. It's like a hole in the surface of a lake.

Someone came out of the hole.

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A dark shadow loomed at the bottom of the lake, and then the shadow became clearer and clearer, and he was rapidly ascending.

After a while, Xiao Yu finally saw clearly, it was a figure.

Immediately after, a fist burst out of the lake.

Like spring thunder, everything wakes up, and the stinging insects break through the ground and burrow. Like the ice thawing, the carp leaps over the lake.

The fist showed bright red flesh, but there was not a trace of blood.

The fist broke through the surface of the lake, stirring up a thousand waves.

Underneath the fist was a tall figure that rushed out of the lake.

It was the middle-aged man who walked on the lake, his fists were as heavy as a mountain, and he was defeated by Zhang Xueyao.

The punch is domineering, cutting through the sky and carrying the sound of whistling wind.

Xiao Yu stepped on his front foot a little and retreated. Avoided this powerful and domineering punch.

The middle-aged man snorted softly and stood on the lake, bringing up a thousand waves.

The lake fell like a shower.

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Holding an umbrella when the rain falls, although simple, is an eternal truth.

Facing the raindrops formed by the countless lake water falling from the sky.

Xiao Yu popped and opened the oil-paper umbrella that he had been carrying with him all the time.

The raindrops hit the slightly yellowed and old umbrella with a rapid crackling sound.

Like a torrential rain hitting plantains.

Xiao Yu held an umbrella in one hand and the hilt of the long sword at his waist with the other, and retreated sharply.

I thought that even if this middle-aged man didn't die under Zhang Xueyao's sword, he should have escaped early, but he didn't expect him to hide under this small lake.

What a deep mind!

Xiao Yu was also secretly surprised: "This person has such a strong physique, and this kind of injury has been hit by Zhang Xueyao's sword qi, and he still has such might!"

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Xiao Yu stood on the shore, and the middle-aged man stood on the lake.

Xiao Yu held an umbrella and wanted to draw his sword, and the middle-aged man raised his hand to swing his fist.

But no one moved.