The martial arts platform was not spared, and Bai Huahua realized at the first time that the rain was mixed with something strange, so that the rain without spiritual power could also pass through the protective shield of the aura and fall on his body. Soon, the robe on Bai Huahua's body was wet, and she looked a little embarrassed.

This is Sheng Huairen creating a home field for himself. Bai Huahua didn't know how Sheng Huairen managed to control the weather, and even create extraordinary rain on such a large scale, with his half-step Imperial Weapon Realm strength, if he maintained such rain, what strength would he have to fight with him?

But Sheng Huairen seemed to be at his peak, and in the fine rain, his strength seemed to have increased again, and his eyes were burning like electricity, making people dare not look directly.

The sword is in the sheath.

Sheng Huairen took the lead in splitting the rain curtain, but strangely did not pull out the long sword. Bai Huahua judged that this was a tentative move, so Sheng Huairen never even unsheathed his long sword.

"It's too yin. In the audience under the stage, although the barrier of the road protection has been propped up at this time, and the rain cannot erode in, but during the arrangement of the barrier, many people have been wet by the rain, and even some of the road guards have not been spared. Only the Taoist robe on the little Taoist idiot has not touched a drop of water. At this time, he watched Bai Huahua take a step, and there were words in his mouth.

In the eyes of Xiaodao Tong, a circle of directions has been unfolded on the martial arts platform, and the place where Bai Huahua stands is called "Gou Chen", corresponding to the Jingmen in the eight gates, at this time, Bai Huahua is about to step on it, but Sheng Huairen's right hand holding the sword seems to be blown by the breeze, and it is knocked out from the door, and there is a considerable distance from Bai Huahua's body.

As long as anyone with a discerning eye can see that it is the same Qimen Dunjia, Bai Huahua's level is more than a star and a half worse than that of the little Taoist, and the little Taoist can dodge the attack while sitting on the ground, but Bai Huahua still needs to change his posture to trigger the Qimen Dunjia.

Sheng Huairen seemed to have expected such a scene for a long time, a sneer hooked up at the corner of his mouth, and water automatically oozed from the long sword. Baihuahua's pupils shrank suddenly.

"Try to dodge this sword again?" Sheng Huairen still kept the long sword in the sheath, but subtle changes had taken place in the arena.

"Liuhe, Nine Heavens, Snake, Straight Symbol. Every time Bai Huahua's body moved for half a minute, the little Taoist priest could accurately say Bai Huahua's movements, but in just one sword time, Bai Huahua had already transformed four gates. What is he hiding?

A drop of rain finally fell on Bai Huahua's left shoulder, and his figure flew out like a fallen leaf in the depths of autumn, and the crisp sound of a broken bone sounded on the martial arts platform.

The audience opened their mouths wide, and they couldn't understand how the sword that clearly stabbed into the air hurt Bai Huahua's shoulder. Everyone has already had a lot of insight into the power of Qimen Dunjia, but it seems that under Sheng Huairen's sheathed long sword, Bai Huahua's tricks are nowhere to hide.

"A drop of rain can also transmit an attack?" the little Taoist raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Underestimate Sheng Huairen's junior, but Bai Mu, Bai Mu, if you can't even solve this enemy, won't I waste a lot of time in vain?"

"Your Qimen Dunjia doesn't seem to be as powerful as rumored......"

Sheng Huairen's eyelids drooped, but the sheathed long sword in his hand pursued the victory, and every time he swung it, he did his best. Bai Huahua took out an ordinary long sword from the space ring and blocked the rain one by one. At most, the rain was only the size of a soybean grain, and it smashed on Bai Huahua's long sword, which shook his mouth numbly.

The smile on Sheng Huairen's face was cruel, the rain was quietly increasing, Bai Huahua's Qimen Dunjia and the long sword worked together, it was still impossible to prevent the rain falling from the sky, he needed to guess which drop of rain contained the opponent's fatal blow.

"Click!"

There was another crisp sound, and Bai Huahua grinned in pain, if Sheng Huairen's long sword was already out of his body, maybe the rain would split Bai Huahua's body in half.

"It's so strong!"

Bai Huahua was dizzy from the pain of the fracture: "What will the Lord do if he faces this enemy?"

The answer is obvious. The white flower long sword rang out, ignoring the bleeding arm, and fought with Sheng Huairen head-on, forcing Sheng Huairen to use the long sword in the sheath to fight against him. Sure enough, when Sheng Huairen's sword had to stop Bai Huahua, the rain turned into ordinary droplets. But this meant that Bai Mu's swing of the sword could not be stopped for a moment.

"Offense is the best defense" is something that many spiritual vein monks can think of, but breaking Sheng Huairen's home advantage is the first problem that Bai Huahua needs to face.

Sheng Huairen has a good time, Bai Huahua will always have a time when he is tired and collects his sword, and he only needs to chase a sword at that time, whether it is a long sword hit or a rain hit, it will further weaken Bai Huahua's strength. Between the elimination of the other, the white flower will undoubtedly lose.

"If it was in the South China Sea, you would have lost your head by this time. Sheng Huairen used words to disturb Bai Huahua, who had drawn his sword and was calm and steady, his swordsmanship did not look like he had been hit by two blunt objects.

The sheathed long sword in Sheng Huairen's hand and Bai Huahua's ordinary sword weapon were intertwined again, but this time a new power appeared—a flash of lightning pierced the rain curtain and took Sheng Huairen's eyes directly!

Sheng Huairen was shocked - there was never any intelligence telling him that Bai Mu still had the ability to manipulate thunder and lightning!

Sheng Huairen's home advantage disappeared in an instant - the thunder and lightning that burst out of the tip of Bai Mu's sword easily fell on Sheng Huairen's body along the rain curtain, and went down the pores around Sheng Huairen's body to burrow into his body. If he is really succeeded by the white flowers, Sheng Huairen is tantamount to swallowing a grenade!

The exercises in Sheng Huairen's body flowed rapidly, expelling the dancing electric light from the surface of his body, but there was still a cluster of electric light that burrowed into his right hand holding the sword—the water-stained long sword was a good conductor of electricity, and the electric light there was faster than the electric light that descended along the rain curtain.

Bai Huahua smiled brightly: "Who said this is your home stadium?"

"Boom!"

The arc is clearly visible!

Under the severe pain, Sheng Huairen held the sheathed long sword in his hand more tightly until the bone joints hurt. Bai Huahua raised his eyebrows, Sheng Huairen knew that throwing away the long sword would halve the pain, and the lightning that was still attached to the sword would be separated by Sheng Huairen, but he just refused to let go, so that Bai Mu's plan to "disarm" was not realized.

The two of them went from sticking to each other to opening up the distance, so fast that people couldn't see clearly, and there was a rain curtain to block their vision, and the audience could only see that after a flash of white light, Sheng Huairen's hand holding the sword was a little scorched, and Bai Huahua, who was originally at a disadvantage, looked a little relaxed.

The scholar on the gimbal didn't say a word, looking at the long sword in Bai Mu's hand, he always wanted to say goodbye - that electric light didn't seem to be unfamiliar, and it was so powerful...... But that can't be......