The wind comes up from the lake, bringing up the folds of the lake surface and driving the verdant bamboo leaves.

The wind followed Xiao Yu and went in the direction where Liu Chengfeng was, bringing up Xiao Yu's black hair.

At the same time, Liu Chengfeng, who was standing in the wind, squinted his eyes slightly.

At this moment, Xiao Yu's eyes suddenly brightened, and his feet on the stone path suddenly exerted force, accompanied by the stone chips in the sky, his body burst up, and he drove the long sword in his hand, and with the strength of his whole body, he stabbed towards Liu Chengfeng's chest.

Feeling the oncoming autumn wind and strong wind, looking at Xiao Yu who was stabbing directly with the long sword in his hand, Liu Chengfeng's eyes showed a mocking look, he poked out his cuffs with both hands and pinched a sword trick.

In front of Xiao Yu, there was a loud sound of breaking through the air, and a green light pierced the sky, and the flying sword that had just disappeared came from Xiao Yu with unparalleled power.

At this moment, the sound of the wind brought by the green mangs even overpowered the sound of the autumn wind, and the bamboo forest, which was originally scattered and swaying, suddenly quieted at this moment under great pressure, and then the bamboo forest shook even more. The wandering autumn wind suddenly stagnated, and then was cut by a sharp strong wind, slowly dissipating in the small courtyard.

This is the full force of Jian Xiu's blow.

This sword gathered all the vitality of Liu Chengfeng, and the slightest contact made Xiao Yu feel the sharp and cold meaning that permeated the blade of the sword.

At this time, Xiao Yu had already rushed to Liu Chengfeng's three steps in front of him, as long as he went further, he was confident that he would cut off the scholar's head.

But the sword of the sword cultivation is an existence that is faster than the arrow from the string. At least now, Xiao Yu's pace can't be faster than a flying sword cultivator in the Void Netherworld Realm.

Therefore, he could only take advantage of this indomitable momentum to pick up the long sword, and accurately point it on the flying sword sword that fell from the sky.

Bite!

A sharp sound of metal clashing.

The long sword in Xiao Yu's hand flew out of his hand and flew high into the sky. And Liu Chengfeng mobilized all his vitality, and Qingmang, who made a lore move, was also greatly reduced. flutteringly swept across Xiao Yu's side, only to tear the sleeves of his robe.

At this time, Liu Chengfeng's expression changed suddenly, and he found that at this time, as long as Xiao Yu took a step forward, he could fight himself even with his bare hands, so he let out a sharp roar. Left hand, right hand together, two index fingers together, pointing at his flying sword from afar.

The flying sword that had become a little dim with the cyan light on the original sword body was pointed at by Liu Chengfeng, as if it had been injected with new power, and the humming sound was loud, instantly tearing through the air and stabbing Xiao Yu's chest like lightning.

At this time, Xiao Yu's long sword had just fallen from the sky, and the tip of the sword was deeply inserted into the ground beside him. The sword body was still trembling slightly.

This time, the flying sword was far less terrifying than Liu Chengfeng's full blow just now, and the speed was a little slower than the previous sword. This also gave Xiao Yu more time.

His five fingers formed into claws, and a large, turquoise hand took shape rapidly between his hands.

The next moment, Xiao Yu's Yuan hand grabbed the sword of the flying sword fiercely.

The turquoise vitality grabbed the pale cyan flying sword with his big hand, and it felt like catching a fish, as long as one was not careful, the fish in his hand would fly out.

Liu Chengfeng stared at the flying sword that was caught by the big cyan hand, and his body trembled slightly because of surprise. He was extremely shocked to find that he couldn't get rid of this big hand for a while.

This is thanks to the fragments of consciousness that Xiao Yu inherited from the gray-robed man, the gray-robed man himself is the top sword cultivator in the Void Netherworld Realm, and this Regent is also his specialty, so the Grey-robed man has a deep understanding of how to catch the flying sword with the Regent Hand.

And Xiao Yu, who inherited the fragments of the gray-robed man's consciousness, naturally inherited this experience, and as soon as he made a move, he caught Liu Chengfeng's flying sword.

The turquoise Regent hand and the pale cyan flying sword were mixed together, as if they were one.

Liu Chengfeng didn't expect Xiao Yu's strength to be so terrifying, and he also knew the exercises of the Demon Sect.

He knew that he had been brought to the brink of life and death! As long as Xiao Yu took another step forward, he would be in danger.

I saw that his face suddenly turned pale, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth. This sword cultivator, who was hidden in the market and even thought that he was hidden in the court, finally burst out at this moment with the strength to fight for his life, and began to urge the vitality of his whole body at the cost of not caring about his own bearing.

All the vitality in his body was mobilized in an instant, and along with the sword technique in his hand, all of it was injected into the flying sword that was grabbed by Xiao Yu's hand.

The sword cultivator's fierce and fierce vitality was injected into the cyan sword, adding fuel to the fire. A domineering and sharp sword power instantly erupted from the cyan little sword sword.

And the cyan Regent hand turned into fragments like a dead leaf cracked in the wind under this domineering and sharp sword power.

Xiao Yu snorted lightly, and the pale color on his face disappeared.

He pulled his hand back sharply.

As the flying sword came out of trouble, the sharp sword qi turned the sleeve of his robe in his left hand into pieces.

Then with a snort, Xiao Yu had more than a dozen deep wounds on his left arm.

Xiao Yu floated back to the stone bench.

The bright red flesh flipped open, and the blood slid down his left arm, down the fingers of his left hand, staining the ground, the tips of his boots and the corners of his robe.

On the other side, Liu Chengfeng's eyes became dim, and bright red blood began to trickle from his ears, the corners of his eyes, his nostrils, and the corners of his mouth.

Seven orifices are bleeding, just now he frantically urged the vitality, although the explosion of unparalleled attack power, but his body can't bear it after all, it is already the end of the crossbow.

Now it's really a lose-lose situation,

The originally light and agile Qingmang Xiaojian was like carrying a mountain at this moment, turning around in the air with difficulty, and then fluttering, like a goshawk about to die of old age, stabbed towards Xiao Yu in the chest.

Liu Chengfeng smiled coldly, he looked at Xiao Yu's thin and resolute face, as if to say What other means do you have to resist my flying sword now.

He seemed to have seen the scene where the cyan flying sword under his Yuan Qi control flew in front of Xiao Yu and passed through his chest.

He doesn't want anything to do now, the only thing he wants now is to live. Get out of this small courtyard alive.

In his opinion, the next moment, Xiao Yu should be dead, but Xiao Yu did not die.

At this time, Xiao Yu stood next to the stone bench, and an oil-paper umbrella that was some years old was placed on the stone bench.

Looking at the oncoming sword light, Xiao Yu's right hand silently stretched out from behind his back to the stone bench and grasped a piece of wooden handle.

It is the handle of the oil-paper umbrella.

The slightly pale slender fingers grasped the handle of the umbrella and exerted force suddenly.

The oil-paper umbrella was like a long sword, and as Xiao Yu's right hand swept in front of him, an umbrella hit the sword of the cyan sword.

There is no imaginary scene of the broken oil-paper umbrella, the oil-paper umbrella is just like its former owner, it looks ordinary, but it is not ordinary.

This ordinary-looking oil-paper umbrella hit the absolutely sharp flying sword, dispersing the last trace of vitality that Liu Chengfeng attached to the flying sword.

The flying sword, which was previously incomparably powerful, seemed to lose all its life in an instant, falling from the sky and falling to the ground.

Suddenly, Liu Chengfeng's face became extremely pale, and a trace of despair flashed in his eyes.

Xiao Yu's expressionless face looked more terrifying than any cold expression at this moment, and he once again walked straight along the stone path with an oil-paper umbrella like a long sword, and came straight to Liu Chengfeng.