"Boom!"
Thunder rolled out of the thick dark clouds. Lightning was only seen in a shocking manner, accompanied by huge wind and rain that shook the trees and grass on the earth. For a time, it was as if the sound of thunder and rain was the only thing left in the heavens and earth. A depressing atmosphere passed through the air.
A group of people walked quickly in the pouring rain, and although they did not have any sheltering objects, there was an invisible barrier on their bodies that blocked the entry of water currents. While they were in the pouring rain, their clothes were dry and not wet.
They were none other than Ao Fan and his group!
"It's raining so heavily, why don't we stop and rest first." Bu Jingxin looked up at the sky and turned around again.
The rain was indeed heavy, but the wind was even stronger, within the range of their extreme eyes, there were already several trees that couldn't withstand the pulling force of the gusts and were taken out of the ground, followed by being thrown heavily to the side, rolling around a few times and stopping again.
Yun Drunken Moon looked out at the horizon limit, but in addition to the mist produced by the rain, it was impossible to see too far, but still said: "This place should not be much distance from Tianqing City, let's rush over there, and it is possible to arrive at the time of darkness."
"Hard to say." Bu Jing Xin frowned slightly, saying, "Although it is not dark at this moment, but the thunder clouds are in the sky, no different from darkness, and there is a downpour of rain, the road is muddy and difficult to walk, it is better to rest for one night, we will wait for the rain to rest in the morning and then go on the road."
Yun Drunken Moon felt slightly strange, facing Bu Jing Xin, said, "Brother Bu, it is raining heavily, and the road is very muddy, but this kind of situation makes it difficult for mortals to walk is still justifiable, but can't be difficult for us cultivators, right?"
Bu Jingxin shook his head and said, "Otherwise, this kind of situation seems to be no obstacle to us cultivators, but in reality, it has quite a lot of impact on the mortal realm cultivators, they can't fly, and it's inevitable that they will be a bit inconvenienced by stepping on the muddy road. In that case, by the time we arrive at Tianqing City, it will already be late at night, and by that time, it will be disgraceful to disturb the fellow disciples of the Green Market Sect. Anyway, we won't be in any serious trouble in this heavy rain, so let's rest for the night first."
Hearing this, Yun Drunken Moon looked at the five fellow disciples of the Mortal Realm, nodded her head slightly, and said, "Senior brother has a point, so let's stop first. I don't know what you think, Ao Fan?"
Ao Fan, who had only listened to the dialogue from the beginning without interjecting, now looked at the heavy rain in the sky and casually said, "It's the same wherever I go as a wanderer, and I don't have an opinion on this."
The wind and rain somehow became even bigger!
On those five Nine Swords Sect Mortal Realm disciples, they carried all the things they could use to get up and go. Thus, five ebony black tents were set up in this place a few moments later. Among them, there was one for each male and female of the Nine Swords Sect's Mortal Realm disciples, while Yun Drunken Moon and the others with Dao Realm cultivation had a separate one.
The five tents shook slightly against the wind and rain, looking like they were about to collapse. The five Nine Swords Sect Mortal Realm disciples took a lot of effort to completely stabilise the five tents.
The sky was gradually darkening, and apart from the sound of rain and rolling thunder, no more extra sounds could be heard.
Ao Fan and the others were also in no mood to talk much under such bad weather, and after just a few words, they each went back to their own tents to meditate and cultivate.
Time passed quickly until the real night came.
In the darkness of the night, the canopy of thick dark clouds are still not dispersed, have gathered into a pile, as if the inverted black sea in mid-air, almost become substantial, rolling seems to be able to press to the earth in general. Inside the black clouds, there are occasional flashes of lightning, followed by thunder like the roar of a giant beast, deterring the ground trees are also trembling.
Under the storm, the five tents appeared so thin, as if they would be blown over and collapsed in the next moment. However, in fact, these five tents let the wind blow and rain beat, hunting and ringing, but no longer look like they are about to fall.
Inside a tent leaning against the east, Ao Fan was sitting quietly. There was no extra movement, no cultivation, just a daze.
This heavy rain, dispersed the excess noise, brought him a long-lost peace. I vaguely remember, when I was young, there was also such a heavy rain. On that day, something extraordinary happened, and now it is still remembered deep in his heart, never to be forgotten.
With a bitter smile, Ao Fan whispered to himself, "When did I become this sentimental, or has it always been like this?"
This night, he did not cultivate, but just sat inside the tent, falling into deep memories. The past was like the wind, but at this time, it swept up in front of him once again, making him see some things more thoroughly.
The wind and rain outside was getting bigger and bigger, destroying the living beings on the earth, during which there were also thunder and lightning interspersed from time to time, and even the trees were split and scorched several times, and only because of being in the heavy rain were they not set on fire.
Suddenly, a flash of cold light approached the tent where Ao Fan was like a sting, but no one knew about it.
The curtain of the tent was slowly lifted, noiselessly, as if it was blown up by a gale, revealing Ao Fan, who was lost in thought in it. Immediately, Cold Front swept in, but then suddenly gave a start, as if he was also surprised why Ao Fan wasn't cultivating at this moment, but was sitting and lost in thought. But the cold blade is only a slight beat, then flashed to the back of Ao Fan, stabbing at his neck.
A killing intent, at this moment, rose up and surrounded the tent; a crisis, instantly grew within Ao Fan, giving him the creeps!
His godless gaze instantly brightened, and he decisively rushed forward, avoiding the cold aura in a thousand even hairs. He then quickly turned around, wanting to see the murderer's appearance.
However, after he turned around, what he saw was a ray of extremely sharp cold light stabbing towards him, pointing straight at his eyes!
He immediately leaned back, avoiding the attack while also seeing the thing that stabbed at his eyes. It was a pity that the weapon was covered by a black cloth, as if its owner was unwilling to reveal the weapon's appearance.
Ao Fan whirled around, flashed out sideways, and then turned back around quickly, without looking, he directly slashed with a single palm in vain, and a splash of blood light flew out all of a sudden.
"Bang!" A sound of impact, originally continued to stab at Ao Fan's cold light was knocked back. At the same time, Ao Fan's eyes blossomed with cold lightning as he looked towards the person who had sneaked up on him.
"Hooooo!" A few sounds, a long black cloak appeared in front of the person who attacked him, it was the black cloth that originally wrapped the weapon of the person who attacked him, but at this moment, it was used by him as a cover to avoid Ao Fan's line of sight.
The offender's movements are extremely fast, knowing that he can not kill Ao Fan, he violently leapt back, breaking open the tent, escaping.
Ao Fan rushed forward, but could only watch the person who attacked him from the side of the hole in the tent, disappearing into the stormy night, never to be seen again.
It's not that he can't chase, but he understands that his strength is not speed, even if he chases out he may not be able to catch up with the person who escaped, so he simply doesn't chase.