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Facing the boy's all-out fight, the girl didn't seem to use all her strength. The umbrella in her right hand overturned Xiao Mishu's sword and landed firmly in her hand. Yun Qianyu's body turned slightly, and cut to the side of the boy in black, His right hand slashed at Xiao Mishu's wrist like a knife. If this blow was carried out, then without a surprise, Xiao Mishu's sword would be difficult to hold. What kind of swordsman is a swordsman who can't hold his own sword steadily?
Xiao Mishu was known as a genius since he was a child, and he was taught by his elders himself. Naturally, his strength is not bad. The soft sword was directly thrown forward, and the hand holding the sword was squeezed into a fist. At the same time, he stepped forward vigorously, his left hand suddenly stretched forward, and when he grabbed Mingxi's handle, he retracted his Huaquan hand. When he turned around, the hem of his clothes bloomed like a black lotus flower, and the sword swept across in his hand.

The woman holding the small white umbrella leaned back, the thin tip of the Mingxi sword slid across her belt a finger away, Yun Qianyu's slender and white fingers flicked lightly, and a few drops of rainwater from the eaves of the umbrella Like a rain of arrows, they shot towards Xiao Mishu.

In the sight of everyone, the fighting in the yard suddenly eased down. The slender figure under the umbrella was dressed in white, and the silver thread on the sleeves and collar reflected a faint silver light from time to time. Every drop of rainwater falling on the umbrella was lightly flicked with fingers turned into an attack weapon.

Sometimes sparse, sometimes dense, the raindrops exuding sword energy firmly locked on Xiao Mishu's brows and heart. The black-clothed boy tried his best to resist and seek opportunities to fight back, but no matter what, he couldn't get within three steps of the woman.

The raindrops shooting out in the courtyard faintly turned into the shape of a sword. The woman who did not hold a sword was carrying a dark purple sword case on her back. The surrounding rainwater was slowly dripping under the pull of her internal force, and part of the raindrops in front of her once fell into the In stagnation, each bullet will leave an empty position in the dense raindrops.

The cold rain and cold wind blew through the yard, a group of people chattered, and the yard gradually became lively. Li Yu, who was dressed in pink and full of flirtatiousness, widened her eyes: "Bailing, is your little sister so strong? It's obvious that you should keep your hands down." !"

"Tch, you know how to bully me just because you are good at fighting." Yun Bailing, who squinted his eyes, pouted his pink and tender mouth, his face full of resentment.

Zhao Hongda stretched out his head and said, "Will she bully you on weekdays?"

"She and the young master are the worst. She is an old woman, and the young master always draws sides and favors her. Both of them hate it."

Li Yu came up with an idea: "Didn't you raise so many bugs? Why don't you scare her out? Aren't women afraid of these things the most?"

"But why is she afraid of these things, is she a rigid old woman? I scared her once before, and she directly chopped a few friends I raised so hard." Yun Bailing covered his little one with resentment. In the pocket, it seemed that Yun Qianyu was afraid that a drop of water would fly over and wipe out his treasure.

"Impossible, how can there be women who are not afraid..." Zhao Hongda yelled halfway, his eyes shifted from the small pocket Yun Bailing was covering to Yun Bailing's harmless face at first glance, and he said all the remaining words After swallowing it in his stomach, he couldn't help sighing that the villa where Yun Musheng was born was mysterious and unpredictable, even the two maids were so weird.

The fight in the courtyard continued, and after gradually getting familiar with Yun Qianyu's style, Xiao Mishu became less passive, defending three or five times and attacking once.

It is clearly a light rain courtyard in spring, and it gradually has the charm of autumn.

Xiao Mishu has always been silent, and so is Yun Qianyu, but the silence of the two is different. Xiao Mishu is in the kind of silence that is out of touch with the world in his own world of swordsmanship every day, while Yun Qianyu is universally vulgar. Gao Jie's aloofness, except for Yun Yazhi and Yun Musheng, she looked down on no one, like a proud white phoenix, even Yun Bailing was despised by her more than once, and she was full of complaints.

In the first three or five moves, Yun Qianyu looked down on Xiao Mishu very much. After all, she had only sparred with Yun Yazhi and Yun Musheng on weekdays. Qian Yu, but under Yun Yazhi's unreserved cultivation, he will naturally not be weak.

However, Xiao Mishu's natural talent was inferior to Yun Qianyu's, and he had never been in contact with Yun Qianyu's body skills and attack methods, so he was a little flustered for a while, which aggravated Yun Qianyu's contempt for him.

Fortunately, Xiao Mishu was completely suppressed from the beginning, and gradually had the opportunity to fight back. The cold and frosty woman put away her umbrella and used her umbrella as a sword. The rising combat power of the young man in a short period of time made her helpless I can't find a weapon.

Xiao Mishu's grandfather, as an old man, boldly declared that the world's kendo 50 years later will be Xiao Mishu's own kendo. Naturally, he is not boasting. His grandson Xiao Mishu's talent and hard work make him full of confidence.

It rained less.

The figure of one black and one white is staggered, which is a bit pleasing to the eye for a while. Although the woman is not as leisurely as before, she is still not at the level of concentrating. The interested woman threw a bamboo umbrella to the side.

The bamboo umbrella flipped open in the air and fell into the stagnant water. Seeing through the smooth water surface under the umbrella, the woman opened her arms, and the rainwater from the big sleeves fluttering in the wind merged into long swords one after another. It is rare to have such a degree of control over internal power, which caused a group of people in the yard to scream.

The woman in white danced in the drizzle of the rain, her long sleeves waving, her skirt flying, she was so beautiful, the seven rain swords slashed across the noisy courtyard, carrying endless sharpness and cold air.

Xiao Mishu looked at the transparent water swords in the air, and felt chills once counting them. He couldn't condense any of them. The light in his eyes flickered, like a candle on a rainy night. will go out.

"Don't ask about the future, I don't compete with anyone, just meditate and make some progress every day."

The young man kept giving himself psychological hints, wanting to get rid of the inferiority complex that almost overwhelmed a person. The more he thought about it, the more he felt like a confident clown all along. The thought of abandoning the sword and avoiding the world filled his brain, lingering.

The young man knew that this kind of emotion was a sign of a broken Dao heart, but he couldn't escape this weird emotion at all, like a woodcutter who told himself to be brave, but still trembled involuntarily when he saw a tiger. I can't understand at all why some geniuses sing all the way, heroes of hundreds of battles, have won and lost before, why they will be decadent to death just because of one win or loss.

It was panic about the future. I thought I would stand on the top of the martial arts world, but looking at the huge gap in front of me, I suddenly found that I didn't seem to be qualified to compete; it was a shame about the past. He is worthy of praise and applause, but looking back, the compliments that fit him well in the past are a bit harsh now, like a shameless clown accepting flowers that don't belong to him, and like a thief stealing other people's honor as my own.

When the young man's eyes were mottled and he was waving the Mingxi sword in his hand, the atmosphere in the whole yard changed. A kind of cold air emanated from the woman. Yun Qianyu, who was carrying a dark purple long box, controlled the water sword to encircle and suppress Xiao Mi in the center. Art, spinning and flying as if trying to jump out of this battlefield.

It's just that the so-called siege always leaves a loophole. With Xiao Mishu's level, he can naturally find that loophole and break it the fastest. In this way, Xiao Mishu's moves change with the loophole. , and finally merged into the leisurely and cool rhythm dominated by Yun Qianyu.

"Is Yun Qianyu helping Xiao Mishu?" Han Difu tilted his head, and Yun Musheng next to him answered vaguely yes with a straw in his mouth.

In the dark, dark blue high sky, countless transparent raindrops fell with the darkness of the night.

The point of the Mingxi sword, as thin as cicada's wings, touches the water droplets, breaks the water droplets, circles around, countless raindrops fly like fallen leaves in late autumn, and the black-clothed boy in the quiet world soothes from Yun Qianyu's autumn water Absorbed a bit of coldness from the air, and realized a new level of Xiao Xiao Luoye's sword technique.

"It turns out that my fallen leaves lack the cold air that runs through autumn." The young man in the field no longer looked like fighting, and fell into an epiphany, practicing the swordsmanship of Xiaoxiao fallen leaves over and over again. Ice cubes melted by fire.

Yun Qianyu stood far away, no longer coming forward, carefully sizing up Xiao Mishu's every move with a pair of slightly cold eyes, her fingers moved slightly, as if she was imitating something.

After a long time, the young man broke away from practicing his sword on his own. Yun Qianyu glanced at Li Yu and Zhao Hongda, and his cold voice echoed throughout the small courtyard: "You two, let's go together."

There was silence in the small courtyard. Li Yu stood there and thought for a while. Seeing the young talents, he naturally wanted to compete. But seeing Yun Qianyu's strength, he knew he was no match, so he looked at Zhao Hongda. After all, he moved.

However, he didn't take out any weapons, because he was wearing them all the time, and the wind in the courtyard was a bit cool, blowing Li Yu's pink sleeves, revealing his finger buttons and wrists The six bracelets on it are in a color between silver and iron.

Li Yu made a gesture of invitation, stomped on his feet, and the accumulated water splashed in all directions and rushed towards Yun Qianyu like a sharp arrow. All of them practiced inner martial arts, but Li Yu, who looked thinner, practiced It's a foreigner's kung fu, once you move your hands, your muscles and bones are like gold and iron, and with the steel rings and rings on your hands, you look like a Tyrannosaurus rex.

Li Yu punched, Yun Qianyu used force under his feet, and jumped up, stepped on Li Yu's wrist, directly interrupting Li Yu's rushing forward, Li Yu retreated a few steps, Yun Qianyu landed steadily , When she doesn't hold back, the victory and defeat can be decided at the touch of a finger.

"brush."

The fan that slipped out of Zhao Hongda's sleeve opened instantly, and there was a metallic trembling sound, and small sawtooths appeared on the edge of the fan. This was not only a fan but also a weapon, and it was the pinnacle of craftsmanship.

Jin Dingfa didn't move. The technique of opening and closing that he learned is not suitable for siege. If he uses it in this small courtyard, it may hurt his teammates. As for Han Di's mansion, he feels that three-on-one is already very embarrassing. No matter how many people there are, it would be shameless.