Late at night, the rain is coming

The weather in Bian Cheng is always weird. Even raindrops can fall on a cloudless night.

The night was gradually filled with darkness, and in the distance, only a flat boat swayed in the middle of the lake.

The young man in white leaned on the ancient bridge, the corners of his mouth slightly curled. He pulled out the flask beside him and drank it all.

The flat boat in the lake was slowly approaching, and an old man could be seen swaying the wooden boat, coming slowly.

When he reached the shore, the old man in the boat threw away the hat above his head.

The anger in his eyes was seen by the young man. The old man saw the young man's lotus-like smile and stroked his long beard, "Do you want to ferry?"

"Yes," the boy turned to the side. The wooden boat followed the direction of the current, only a foot away from him, and he could even hear the old man's breath-holding voice.

"Where is the young man going?"

"Nai River". The two words are loud and clear. The boy put away the flask and retied his waist, breathing a little tighter.

The old man turned his gaze and looked at the lake nonchalantly, knowing that his identity had been revealed.

Master duels don't need to be discerning right and wrong, just listening to the sound. There was silence on his face, but there was a murderous intent in his heart.

The breeze blew, and the hair on the boy's forehead fluttered, and the wind howled all over the long sleeves of his coat.

I don't know when a dark iron sword appeared in his hand, glowing with cold light in the moonlight.

As soon as the young man's words fell, the old man immediately picked up the oars in his hand and slapped them vigorously towards the lake, and countless water droplets suddenly rose into the air, covering the sight of the young man a foot away.

At the same time, the old man faded from the rain on his body, and the waist was tied with a plum blossom spike of Pu knife. He jumped up and stabbed at the boy, and the whole set of movements was done in one go.

The surface barrier between the old man and the young man provided the best cover for his attack.

After the drops fell, he saw that the boy was still standing there looking at him, but he didn't move a step. The old man naturally had some concerns in his heart.

Sure enough, there was a sound of breaking the air in my left ear.

The old man glanced at it, and the dark iron hidden weapon flying in the distance glowed with a ghostly light, and instantly approached his side.

He hurriedly turned around, his figure swaying slightly. The moment he turned around, he recognized the lines on the Xuantie Secret Weapon, which were the unique totems of the Diancang Sect.

The hidden weapon hit Tan Zhong's acupoint in the chest, but it was fine.

The old man stabilized himself on the shore, pulled out his hidden weapon, and raised his sword. When he looked at the shore, he found that there was no trace of the young man.

He hurriedly turned around, and the water in the distance was filled with ripples, and he could clearly feel the abnormal movement on the water.

The young man in the darkness was treading water, and a cold light struck, and he parried the deadly sword with the faint moonlight.

The sparks of the cold weapon slammed into the rain with a piercing sound.

His sluggish and slow movements made him leak a fatal flaw. The young man jerked his sword open, and the sword arced in his hand, and then stabbed at the old man, trying to stop him and cut off his body.

Seeing this, the old man bowed to his feet and leaped behind him with his heels.

Intuitively predicting the trend of the sword, he raised the back of the sword with his hand, just blocking the second sword.

The two waves of the young man's attacks were defused by the old man one after another.

The old man bent down, and the blade of the Pu knife was slanted into the ground, panting heavily. He had just barely caught this trick. He knows very well that the opponent in front of him is far superior to him, not to mention attacking, the next wave of defense will be in vain.

The boy was still nowhere to be seen in the moonlight. He hides in a secluded corner, waiting for an opportunity to launch his next attack.

"Who are you?" he wanted to stall for time by talking and buy himself time to rest.

However, no one responded to him.

All that remained was the sound of rain washing over the reeds and dangling.

Could he be gone? The old man dispelled his thoughts in an instant.

A sharp sound of breaking through the air could be heard, and he couldn't tell where he was coming from.

The old man bent down, soared into the air, pulled out the long knife beside him, and slashed into the darkness with the blade. The blade stalled in the air, a warmth swelling through his throat.

"Your knife is too slow", under the moonlight, the young man's sword hit the old man's throat, dipped in blood like a picture.

The boy took out the flask next to him, and when he raised the flask to drink it all, he found that there was no more wine.

He shook his head with a wry smile, and instead took out a portrait of the old man just now.

Yu Changye, three hundred taels of silver.

His gaze lingered on the line, "I can finally exchange a few pots of good wine."