The thunder fell, and the rain came.

When it rains in the mountains and forests, it is not a good thing. Woodcutters can't cut wood on the mountain, hunters can't hunt on the mountain, and fishermen are even more afraid of the waves that swallow the sky.

Throughout the ages, only tenacious rangers, wealthy families with fine clothes and fine food, or down-and-out scholars would travel on rainy days.

Occasionally, there are a few powerful people who can be moved, and they can't help but make some fuss on the rain. Or draw a knife to cut off the water, or know the season with good rain, or the autumn wind and autumn rain are terrible.

At this time, the plain clothes and Qingyun did not have the feelings of the above people, and sometimes being alive is the best emotion, especially for those who have survived the catastrophe.

The green-robed Wei Liu shook his head slightly, and secretly sighed that as the grandfather of the sect master, the few people he found were also some useless people. I wanted to go out and enjoy the mountains and rivers, so I easily did things.

In the end, I can proudly bring the really charming blood girl of the Blood Sect, the spring breeze is proud, and she is so unhappy.

It's just a rainstorm that instantly woke up the boy's sweet dream. Even the mainstream style of the Shaozong of Sword Casting Villa, which the young man had always been optimistic about, also returned in vain.

Looking at the plain-clothed Qingyun in front of him, the green-robed Wei Liu had a strong killing intent, and he couldn't understand his hatred with a thousand knives. Originally, there were a few green-robed Wei Liu jealous figures present, but now they are empty. The white-skinned and feminine face of the green-robed Wei Liu instantly turned hideous, and he looked at the plain-clothed Qingyun and said, "Now there are only you and me left, look at what tricks you have." ”

Hearing this, Qingyun Qingyun in plain clothes glanced at Wei Liu in green robe inexplicably, turned around and looked at the young man in green clothes not far away, and confirmed that Xiaolin in Tsing Yi was just asleep, although he was injured, he was not dead. How could it be just two people?

The hideous green-robed Wei Liu seemed to understand the thoughts of the plain-clothed Qingyun, his face became more and more gloomy, and he said in a low voice: "It's just a temporary survival, and it's not a person." ”

Plain Qingyun shook his head slightly, tightly held the black knife in his hand, and silently said There are still people who want me to guard, I can't die.

The green-robed Wei Liu was like a fierce beast, completely enraged, and with a slight pull, he pulled out a slender sword from the gray umbrella. Gently tried to wave it slowly, and the faint sound of breaking wind actually cut through the rain curtain, and the faint ripples spread into the distance.

The green-robed Wei Liu looked at the slender sword in his hand with satisfaction, and smiled at Qingyun with interest.

Qingyun in the distance had a solemn complexion, a purple light in his eyes condensed, the skin of his whole body rose a faint gold, and the spirit pupil and the body of the Immovable Hades were running at the same time.

Qingyun in plain clothes suddenly ran, running fast, but in the eyes of the green-robed young man, he was not a little faster than the ant.

The corners of the green-robed Wei Liu's mouth raised slightly, he held an umbrella in his left hand, and slowly drew his sword with his right hand, and a bright light instantly slashed towards Qingyun's forehead.

Qingyun lost his mind slightly, and the black simple knife that he didn't want to think about should go up. It's just a slender sword that is bright and shining, as if Mount Tai is on the top. The thin Qingyun fell to his knees with a thud, and his head, which was already full of hair, was slightly tilted to the side, dodging the slender sword. It's just that the slender sword didn't split into the air, pressing the dark Pu knife, and stabbed it fiercely on the shoulder of the plain clothes Qingyun, and the blood flowed endlessly.

Looking at the plain-clothed Qingyun who was bleeding constantly, the green-robed Wei Liu smiled happily rarely, as if all the previous twists and turns had been swept away.

"If you don't know what you can do, if you follow me obediently, where do you have to suffer this. The green-robed Wei Liu said proudly, and at the same time, the umbrella in his left hand was slightly cocked, so that the young man could look up at the unusual rainstorm.

The kneeling plain-clothed Qingyun looked up at the green-robed Wei Liu under the umbrella, and really felt that the green-robed Wei Liu was relaxed and comfortable, and he really felt that the soil under his knees was soft, and he really felt that it was good to be alive.

The straight back of the plain-clothed Qingyun bent slightly, and the black Pu knife in his hand slashed at the right hand of the green-robed Wei Liu along the slender sword, and the incident happened suddenly, even if the green-robed Wei Liu found out that it was too late.

The green-robed Wei Liu was slightly startled, and the slender sword in his hand was quickly pressed down, and at the same time, his right foot kicked forward fiercely, kicking at the chest of the plain-clothed Qingyun. Taking advantage of the opportunity, the slender sword in his hand flicked upward, and the whole person took a step back.

The body of the plain clothes Qingyun instantly hugged together, like a rolling stone crashing backwards, and with a bang, it hit a giant tree again and stopped. A mouthful of blood spat out of his mouth again, and his right hand, which was holding Pu Dao, trembled violently.

It hurts heartbreakingly, but I'm alive, I'm going to live, and there's someone waiting for me to drink.

Su Yi Qingyun kept coughing up blood and kept talking to himself.

In the distance, the green-robed Wei Liu walked over slowly, and when he walked in front of Qingyun, he kicked out again. At the same time, the figure caught up with Qingyun who flew out upside down again, and continued to kick and keep kicking Qingyun's body.

Qingyun's purple eyes slowly printed the figure of the green-robed Wei Liu's feet, clear and slow, but he wanted to resist the body, unable to move. A faint golden light continued to flow throughout his body, seemingly alleviating the pain in Qingyun's body. It's just that every time the green-robed Wei Liu flew out with one foot, the plain-clothed Qingyun coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Knocked off a few big trees again, and lay in the mud puddle in plain clothes, motionless, but still holding the black simple knife tightly in his hand.

"Cheap bones, still hard. The green-robed Wei Liu said fiercely, and at the same time inexplicably glanced at the young man in green clothes who was lying in the distance and fainted. The sword of the young man in Tsing Yi hit the young owner of the Sword Casting Villa hard, and at the same time hit the heart of the green-robed Wei Liu.

The green-robed Wei Liu cautiously walked towards the young man in green clothes, holding the slender sword tightly in his hand. Looking at the young man in Tsing Yi who had passed out, Wei Liu, who was in green robes, let go of his hanging heart. Staring at the head of the young man in Tsing Yi, the slender sword stabbed over in an instant.

Suddenly, a black Pu knife slashed heavily at the slender sword, and the slender sword slashed to the left, but it stabbed into the air. Wei Liu, who had a gloomy face, turned around slowly, and kicked a plain-clothed figure again without thinking about it.

With a bang, the plain clothes and Qingyun flew out again.

The green-robed Wei Liu picked up the slender sword in his hand and found that there was a gap in the slender sword. Looking at the black Pu knife in the hand of the plain-clothed Qingyun in surprise, the green-robed Wei Liu slowly walked over with the slender sword.

"I desperately want to live, but I don't know how to cherish this last bit of time, so I will be a good person to give you a good time, collect your soul, and take your corpse, although it is troublesome, but it is also worry-free, and by the way, I will give you a good time. The green-robed Wei Liu looked at the young man lying in the mud pit and said coldly.

As if remembering the Pu knife in the hand of the plain-clothed Qingyun, the green-robed Wei Liu said to him: "Your knife, in your hands has insulted your reputation, you should hand it over to me." ”

After speaking, the green-robed Wei Liu bent down and picked it up towards the black Pu knife. At this moment, a black Pu knife suddenly came to life, and with a flash of blade, it slashed towards the green-robed young man again.

The green-robed Wei Liu's feet suddenly exerted force and retreated, while the slender sword in his hand once again met the black Pu Dao. Just a touch, the slender sword in his hand was cut in two, but Wei Liu narrowly escaped the catastrophe.

got up quickly again, threw away the short sword in his hand casually, turned his hands into fists, and beat Qingyun is blow. Left or right, fine beads of sweat slowly rose on the face of the green-robed Wei Liu, and a faint cloud rose all over his body in the rain.

The green-robed Wei Liu seemed to be tired, and sat lightly on the open space beside him.

The plain clothes and green clouds in the mud pit were in a mess, blood and muddy water were mixed together, and the black simple knife in his hand fell to the side. The whole body seemed to be buried in a mud puddle, and it was impossible to see the face.

Qingyun in the mud pit did not die, not even unconscious. His purple eyes allowed him to dodge a few fatal punches with difficulty, and the golden light resisted most of the fist shadows. It's just that the pain in his whole body has already made Xuankong unable to move, and he is waiting for himself to be rescued by the young man in Tsing Yi who had saved him not far away. Qingyun's right hand moved slightly, and then touched the black knife.

Wei Liu, who was sitting on the side, was staring at the amazing young man in front of him. Seeing the plain-clothed young man's right hand groping again, the green-robed Wei Liu seemed to be unable to tolerate it anymore, and punched the plain-clothed young man in the mud pit.

The plain-clothed young man in the mud pit had just held the swarthy Pu knife, and his face was filled with joy, and he was knocked unconscious by a heavy punch. The young man had a smile on his face, but he could no longer lift the Pu knife in his hand.

The green-robed Wei Liu looked at the plain-clothed young man who had completely fainted, and was completely relieved. Sitting on the sidelines, in order to vent the anger in his heart, his vitality has long been exhausted.

Suddenly, a lightning bolt struck the sky covered with black clouds, instantly breaking a huge tree not far away. The fire burned in the rain and was soon extinguished by the torrential rain. The green-robed Wei Liu was slightly moved, but it was strange that the usual summer rainstorm came suddenly, but it went very quickly, and it had never lasted as long as now.

A bolt of lightning fell again, but the green-robed Wei Liu was shocked that it actually struck the body of the young man who had fainted in the mud pit. Wei Liu hurriedly checked, but found that there was no change, but there was a little more uneasiness in his heart.

The plainly clothed green clouds in the mud puddle, all scorched, just a huge lightning dragon swimming under the golden light. kept wandering around Qingyun's whole body acupoints, but every time he walked on a acupoint, the light of lightning dimmed a little, but Qingyun's body recovered a little. Soon the lightning dragon slowly disappeared, but Qingyun's body miraculously recovered, and there was a faint sound of lightning flashing.

Looking at the raindrops falling from the sky again, Qingyun twisted himself gently, and the pain made him sure that he was still alive. Raising his eyes slightly, he saw the green-robed young man sitting cross-legged not far away and recovering with his eyes closed, Qingyun got up instantly, and his body came to the green-robed Wei Liu like lightning, and slashed at the green-robed Wei Liu.

Wei Liu, who was sitting cross-legged, felt a sense of crisis, and when he opened his eyes in an instant, he saw a black Pu knife slashing over. didn't have time to think about it, and didn't have time to dodge, so he instantly aroused a ray of light on his body to meet it, and flew out again and kicked at the plain-clothed young man next to him.

The plain-clothed boy flew out upside down again, and the black Pu knife slashed towards the flying light, and flew out upside down in an instant, and at the same time a lightning bolt flew out, slashing straight at the green-robed boy.

The thunder in the sky seemed to be attracted by the scene in front of him, and they all fell towards the green-robed young man. For a while, the thunder and lightning in the sky were like the Nine Heavens Milky Way, pouring down, and the rolling thunder resounded in the sky again, as if a thunderstorm fell from the sky.

The plain-clothed Qingyun, who fell to the ground again in the distance, spit out a mouthful of blood again, looked at the thunder sea in front of him in a daze, and murmured: "Buddha bless, good and evil will be rewarded in the end." ”

A black figure flew out of the thunder sea in an instant, and at the same time, it let out a wail from time to time, and flew quickly into the distance. As the sea of thunder disappeared, the raindrops gradually decreased, and the eastern sky was white.

The plain-clothed young man bent down to pick up the black Pu knife and stroked it lovingly, still bleeding wisps of blood from his mouth from time to time. The plain-clothed young man didn't care, and with a slight thought, the black simple knife disappeared.

Qingyun in plain clothes turned around and came to the young man in Tsing Yi, touching his nose and feeling that he still had breath. The plain-clothed boy laughed happily, carried the young man in Tsing Yi to the dry camp everywhere, barely lit a bonfire, and fell to the fire with a tired smile.