At this time, the vitality of Xiao Yu's whole body was concentrated on the handle of the umbrella, which was used to counter the middle-aged man's Yuan Tu, who had condensed his lifelong cultivation.

He vaguely felt that the vitality in the sea of qi was restless, as if it was draining along the handle of the umbrella in his hand, and kept flowing into the umbrella body of the mixed element umbrella.

After a few moments, he was sure that the Yuan Qi in his body was really flowing into the Mixed Yuan Umbrella.

Because the hybrid umbrella has become stable. It was as if an invisible hand was holding up the Mixed Yuan umbrella, so that the handle of the umbrella would not always hit Xiao Yu's chest.

Although the physical damage is gone, it has become the consumption of vitality in the body.

The claws are outside the umbrella, and Xiao Yu is inside the umbrella. Through a thin layer of oil-paper umbrella, the two fell into a stalemate.

The surrounding heaven and earth vitality became solemn with this persistence, and even the bamboo leaves and towering bamboo forests on the ground with the autumn wind felt this tense atmosphere and became quiet.

......

I don't know how long it took.

Suddenly, Xiao Yu snorted lightly, and his already pale face turned a little pale.

The handle of the umbrella in his hand began to slowly slide backwards, and the big invisible hand seemed to be unable to hold it anymore.

The umbrella handle slipped back from Xiao Yu's clenched hands little by little, and as the umbrella handle retreated, the mixed yuan umbrella was also slowly retreating.

Every time the handle of the umbrella was pushed back, Xiao Yu felt that his pressure was greater.

With a pop, a mouthful of blood spurted out of Xiao Yu's mouth and landed on the umbrella handle, leaving no trace.

I don't know what kind of wood the handle of the umbrella is, and the blood water can't stand on it at all, and it turns into blood beads and rolls down.

On the other hand, the essence in the middle-aged man's eyes began to gradually dim, and this series of attacks was also a great burden for him, and he was about to reach the end of his crossbow.

This time, the battle had become a tug-of-war without the momentum it had before, but it was still more dangerous.

Now it's up to us to see who can last longer.

Bright red blood continued to flow out of Xiao Yu's mouth, dripping down the corners of his mouth, staining his chin red, staining his front placket, and finally landing at his feet, converging into a small pool of blood. He looked up at the middle-aged man outside the umbrella with difficulty, and found that the middle-aged man's face had also turned pale, and he must not be able to hold on for too long.

However, he is about to lose his grip now.

Instead of sitting back and waiting, it's better to give it a go.

So he got up suddenly, and all the vitality of his whole body burst out at this moment, holding the handle of the umbrella with both hands, holding the umbrella surface with his left shoulder, and forcibly taking a step.

When the umbrella moved, Xiao Yu's left shoulder seemed to collapse, and blood flowed everywhere.

And with the sound of the shoulder bone shattering, the mixed yuan umbrella took a step forward with a resolute momentum, and the middle-aged man took a step back.

Xiao Yu seized this opportunity, shook his five fingers, and sapped the long sword standing in the distance through his hand.

The long sword was in his hand, and he grasped the hilt of the long sword that was still slightly cold with his five fingers, and used all the strength of his body to drive the long sword in his hand, and stabbed the middle-aged man's throat with a sword.

A sharp roar came from the middle-aged man's mouth, and he suddenly mobilized the vitality of his whole body and pressed back against Xiao Yu, who was resisting.

The two figures parted instantly.

Xiao Yu smashed through the black lacquered gate of Xiaozhu with an umbrella and flew out of the door and rolled in a ball.

The middle-aged man had a shallow wound on his neck, and the bright red blood slowly oozed out, and then slowly spread, staining his neck red.

The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes slightly, and his right hand gently stroked the wound between his throat, and there were blood stains everywhere in his fingers.

As a former disciple of the Demon Sect, a martial cultivator, he knew very well the strength of his body, in the Void Netherworld, except for a few people, no one dared to say that he would definitely be able to hurt himself, but today he was injured by the long sword in Xiao Yu's hand.

At this moment, Xiao Yu, who was determined to show all his spirit and strength at the moment of life and death, was more dangerous than before, but the middle-aged man had waited for this opportunity for too long.

Losing the protection of the Mixed Yuan Umbrella, he finally had a chance to kill this lucky boy, and of course he would not miss this opportunity, so he stretched out his five fingers and wanted to grab the second claw.

However, his second claw didn't come out.

Because a sword light with a sharp and incomparable sword aura broke through the air.

In the face of this sword, even if he was as strong as the peak of the void, he had to temporarily dodge. Because although he is very close to Qin Mumian's realm, he is not Qin Mumian after all.

With a snort, the sword light landed on the solid ground between him and Xiao Yu, and the stalkless sword tail trembled and swayed slightly, making a buzzing sound.

A fierce aura spread out in the surrounding space with this flying sword that broke through the air, as if it was not a flying sword, but a peerless swordsman holding a long sword.

Looking at the flying sword, the middle-aged man frowned slightly, and then saw Xiao Yu who had re-propped up the mixed yuan umbrella, he knew that he had lost the opportunity to kill Xiao Yu today, and after a little silence, he put away the Yuan Tu on his right hand.

The nails of the five fingers begin to slowly shorten and eventually slowly return to their original shape.

Xiao Yu glanced at the middle-aged man calmly, calmed down the vitality in his body that was close to collapse a little, and then silently held the mixed yuan umbrella and retreated five or six feet.

But none of them left.

Because the owner of the flying sword has not yet come.

The strong in the world always have the right to be late.

The pale white clothes fluttered slightly in the autumn wind. A woman stood next to the flying sword at some point.

She beckoned slightly, and withdrew the flying sword on the ground. The fierce momentum carried on the flying sword seemed to return to her body with the flying sword.

She is the peerless swordsman.

Xiao Yu saw this woman for the first time, he didn't know the identity of the other party, but he was sure that she was a sword cultivator with a high cultivation.

So how high is the cultivation?

Seeing the middle-aged man's jealous expression, then she was taller than the middle-aged man. Higher than the peak of the Void Netherworld......

That's the frost.

......

The woman was very beautiful, with snowy skin, picturesque eyebrows, long hair like clouds, and snow-white clothes fluttering like fairies.

If Qin Mumian's beauty is like a fairy, with a hint of fairy temptation, and finally mixed with some ruthless indifference.

Then the beauty of this woman is heroic and sassy with princess-like grace and luxury, and finally mixed with the fierceness of some swordsmen.

She didn't look at Xiao Yu, she just looked at the silent middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, not knowing what he was thinking, he clasped his fist to the woman and said, "I've seen the princess." ”

In the Eastern Capital City, there is only one person who can be called a princess, and she is young and beautiful, and she is still a sword cultivator in the frost realm.

Princess Weiguo, the heir of the sect master of the Sword Sect, Zhang Xueyao.

This is the first time Xiao Yu has seen Zhang Xueyao, the princess of the Patriotic Kingdom, who is known as one of the four beauties.

Zhang Xueyao didn't answer, but turned her head to look at Xiao Yu on the side.

The middle-aged man's gaze also turned back to Xiao Yu's body.

However, Xiao Yu immediately discovered that this patriotic princess Zhang Xueyao was not interested in herself, and her indifferent eyes landed on the oil-paper umbrella in his hand with a slight surprise and curiosity.

She was silent for a moment, then said, "This is ...... Akiba's hybrid umbrella?!"