The time scale of a practitioner has transcended the mundane world, and this seemingly long process is only a very short moment in the real world.

The rain was still slowly weaving through the rain curtain.

簌簌簌簌簌簌.

The sound of breaking the air sounded, and countless raindrops brought up countless white water lines and shot towards Xiao Yu. It was as if to shoot him like a hedgehog.

And at this moment, when the raindrops were about to arrive in front of Xiao Yu, a snowy sword light lit up under the pitch-black rain curtain, illuminating the surrounding rain curtain and blocking all those dense raindrops.

Xiao Yu's legs were slightly apart, and the soles of his black boots stepped into the dark rain. The muscles of his whole body tensed, and all his vitality gathered into the long sword in his hand. His hands gripped the hilt of his sword as tightly as steel.

His wrist spun rapidly, driving the long sword in his hand to rotate rapidly with his wrist, turning into a snowy wheel of light.

The bright wheel of light chops all the raindrops into countless tiny splashes.

Ding Ding Dong.

A crisp sound sounded in this rainy street, and countless splashes of water flew out in all directions and fell to the ground, mixed with the noisy sound of rain, but it seemed to form some kind of rhythm, like a piano song.

These countless raindrops, no matter how good Xiao Yu's swordsmanship is, he can't completely resist it. All he could do was rely on his instinct to practice swords for many years, and protect the vital parts of his body.

At this moment, Xiao Yu showed the results of his years of dark guard training.

The seemingly innocuous raindrops cut through the rain curtain, and he watched indifferently as the raindrops brushed his cheeks, bringing up blood stains, piercing the sleeves of his robe, and flying into the unknown distance.

More raindrops were crotched by the long sword in Xiao Yu's hand.

The sound of ding-ding-dong was endless. The sound of the rain did not stop.

But now there's a new voice.

Kick, Kick!

This was the sound of Xiao Yu's black boots stepping on the bluestone slab ground, and the long sword in his hand did not stop spinning, still like a silver round shield blocking in front of him. He was like a heavily armed soldier with a large shield at the moment, facing the enemy's attack, walking forward step by step.

It was still dark on a rainy night.

The sound of Ding Dong suddenly rises, like a piece of music entering the climax. Qin Mumian looked at Xiao Yu on the opposite side indifferently, his ten fingers changed faster, the raindrops were more urgent, and Xiao Yu's pressure was greater.

However, the sound of footsteps did not stop, and he still walked towards Qin Mumian step by step.

The distance between the two is shrinking.

Xiao Yu couldn't see the expression on his face, all his emotions were hidden under his indifferent disguise, and he only stared at Qin Mumian not far away with his eyes.

Qin Mumian looked at the ever-shrinking distance between the two, frowned slightly, and stopped the movement in his hand.

Then she flicked her white long sleeves.

It brings up countless raindrops, which are horizontally connected in the air, like a white line of water that keeps moving forward in the rain curtain.

The waterline was like a white blade, swiftly cutting through the space, cutting through the rain curtain. With an incomparable momentum, he slashed at Xiao Yu's head.

Xiao Yu's eyes jumped slightly, and then his eyes drooped slightly, as if he hadn't seen this fatal waterline. I saw the long sword in his hand pause slightly, scattering the last wave of raindrops. Brings out a slight trill. It was as if the song was over, and the sound of the strings vibrating slightly.

Then, the long sword pointed forward, pointing at Qin Mumian, who was already not far away.

The sound of pedaling began to get faster, Xiao Yu's footsteps became faster, and then he ran. The long sword in his hand stabbed towards Qin Mumian's chest with a sharp sword aura.

At the same time, Xiao Yu's eyes became brighter and brighter. The reflection of an ancient sword slowly appeared in the pupils of his eyes.

The next moment, the ancient long sword seemed to float out from the bottom of the water, and the invisible sword intent burst out from the starry sky deep in Xiao Yu's pupils.

The invisible sword intent passed through the rain curtain without the slightest ripple.

There are even those who can't even see its existence with the naked eye.

But at this moment, Qin Mumian's face became slightly solemn, because last time in Qiutai, Xiao Yu used this trick to break her strings.

The two met, and no sound sounded, but the white waterline began to twist strangely. Like a white water snake that was hit seven inches by someone.

Xiao Yu's sword did not stop, he still advanced, the snowy blade broke through the layers of rain curtains, passed through the white waterline that had been opened a gap, and let out a gentle sound.

A drop of rain that had just fallen hit the tip of the sword, and it immediately scattered into countless tiny splashes.

The long sword finally approached Qin Mumian's body again. The sharp sword blade didn't have any idea of pity for the jade, and stabbed towards Qin Mumian's chest firmly.

But the sword never stabbed down.

Not because Xiao Yu's heart softened, but because a small glass-colored flower blocked the direction of Xiao Yu's long sword.

The tip of the sword collided with the small glass-colored flower, making a crisp sound.

Then the glass-colored floret spun slightly, and a huge whirling force burst out from the floret.

Xiao Yu almost didn't hold the long sword in his hand, but he could only rotate his body in mid-air with this whirling force to dissolve this huge force.

However, Xiaohua didn't make any further moves, but instead flew back to Qin Mumian's fingertips flutteringly. She chuckled and said, "I didn't expect Xiao Gongzi to hide it deeply, and he actually made me look away last time in Qiutai." This eldest prince of the Anguo Mansion turned out to be a cultivator of the Void Netherworld Realm. ”

Xiao Yu was still holding the long sword, raised his head to look at Qin Mumian in white clothes and white skirts, and said calmly: "Isn't it the same for Miss Qin? ”

Qin Mumian chuckled lightly and did not argue. Instead, he said, "I don't know who you offended, someone wants you to die." I'm also on orders, and if you become a ghost, don't come to me. ”

Qin Mumian's words fell, and the little flower on her fingertips seemed to hear the order and began to spin rapidly.

Immediately after that, it broke away from Qin Mumian's fingertips and flew into the air, and with each rotation of it, Xiaohua's size became a little larger.

When he reached the top of Xiao Yu, he was already the size of a lotus flower sitting on the Buddha statue in an ordinary Buddhist temple.

Countless rains were scattered by the swirling glass flowers, and then it began to fall slowly towards Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu's unchanged face suddenly tightened, his eyes lit up, and the ancient sword in his pupils became clearer and clearer, as if he was about to completely break away from Xiao Yu's pupils and burst out.

This time, Xiao Yu felt the threat of death, so except for the pupil, he had used all his strength.

The long sword in Xiao Yu's hand shook, bringing up the sword intent of the Weiyang Sword Sutra, and stabbing at the glazed flowers falling from the sky with a resolute attitude.

Snort.

The long sword in Xiao Yu's hand was bent, and the downward trend of the glazed flower was blocked.

With a pop, Xiao Yu spit out a mouthful of blood and knelt on one knee. He used all his strength to support the long sword in his hand, but the glazed flowers were still slowly falling.

The black shadow cast by the glazed flowers slowly enveloped Xiao Yu, like Mount Tai pressing on the top.