C1172 Misty Rain Sword Cypress of Small North

Suddenly, Bai Xiaobei opened his eyes and looked at the lake surface. It was unknown when, but a light drizzle of rain had appeared, covering the entire lake surface.

The sword in his hand flashed, and Yu Haoran, who had been waiting quietly for more than two hours, could not help but stand up, even Qing Zhu, whose face was still completely red, cried out.

"Fleeting Rain!"

Sword light rose