My Sword Has a Way

The little girl raised her head and looked at the girl in red with a ponytail in front of her. Her eyes were bright and very endearing.

The girl nodded and smiled.

Seeing this, the little girl also smiled slightly: "Sister, you are so beautiful! Apart from my mother, you are the most beautiful sister I have ever seen."

The little girl straightened her oil-paper umbrella and scratched her head with her hand, looking very cute. Then she stretched out a little hand and said, "My name is Nian Ruwei, and I am now the eldest sister of the Nian family. What's your name, sister?"

The girl in red also stretched out her hand while smiling: "My name is Jiang Ying."

Holding hands, the little girl smiled playfully: "Sister, your name is really nice, but I have to leave now, bye."

With a wave of the hand, the little girl walked down the arch bridge holding an umbrella. In the drizzle, the small figure was like a lotus in the rain and fog, swaying with vigor.

The girl looked away and murmured, "Interesting."

The rain hit the oil-paper umbrella, and the dull sound was endless. At this moment, the invisible oppression mixed with the faint murderous aura was rippling in the rain.

The girl walked down the arch bridge, and at the end of the long street, two swordsmen wearing bamboo hats and whose true faces could not be seen came in the rain. They walked lightly and were very close to her.

The girl stopped, a strand of hair on her forehead moved in the wind, adding a bit of heroic spirit to her appearance.

The two black-clad swordsmen stopped at the same time, as if the air had become somewhat solidified. The three men standing opposite each other remained silent, all trying to restrain their breath. No one wanted to break the silence first in order to avoid revealing their own strength.

Soon, this extremely delicate balance was broken by a voice.

"Sister Jiang."

The girl raised the corners of her mouth slightly and looked behind her, only to see a little girl standing on the arch bridge, breathing heavily.

The girl asked, "Why are you back again?"

The little girl smiled and said, "I was worried that my sister couldn't beat them, so I went to find help."

The girl said to the arch bridge behind her: "Fan Jin, Mu Xiangyang, can you beat them?"

At this time, two small bamboo umbrellas slowly emerged, and two little children, bent over and gasping for breath, ran onto the arch bridge.

"You dare to bully... my family, I will... kill you!"

A little boy in white clothes rolled up his sleeves and clenched his fists, as if he was about to hit someone.

The little girl's face turned serious: "If you can beat those two people to death, I will be your wife when I grow up!"

The boy in black clothes saw that both of them were wearing swords, and was suddenly a little timid because of the oppression and murderous intent in the air.

So he said hurriedly: "I...I can't do it! I don't think I can win."

The little girl turned around and asked the boy in green clothes who had rolled up his trouser legs, "What about you?"

The little boy blushed and replied, "I...I can't beat him either."

The little girl pouted immediately: "You two are really useless. You don't even want a wife you picked up for free."

So the little girl scratched her head and smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry, Sister Jiang, the two of them seem to be useless, I have to rely on Sister Jiang."

The girl nodded and looked at the two swordsmen wearing bamboo hats in front of her.

"You want to kill that little girl?"

The two men looked at each other without saying anything. As they nodded, two murderous sword auras arrived instantly, and the two opponents drew their swords first.

The girl's face was as calm as still water, showing no emotion. She held the Zhishui sword in one hand and an umbrella in the other. In an instant, the rain curtain in front of her condensed, and a layer of light sword energy steadily blocked the two sword energies.

The girl sneered and said, "The peak of the fifth level of self-cultivation?"

The two men were not too surprised that the girl could see through their realms, because when they saw the sword energy light curtain of the girl, they already knew that the girl was a cultivator in the Dongxuan realm among the middle four realms, and a pure sword cultivator.

Both of them hesitated for a moment, then drew their swords. The swords shone through the rain, flashing a bloodthirsty cold light.

The girl leaned back to avoid the two men's attacks, used her umbrella to support herself on the ground, and kicked at the two men's backs with her legs.

The two men were hit and both took two steps forward. At this moment, one of the black-clad swordsmen turned around and slashed at the small figure on the arch bridge.

At this time, the little boy in black clothes quickly hid behind the little girl and shouted, "My godfather is Zhen Guanxi!"

There was only a little boy in blue standing shoulder to shoulder with the little girl with a determined look on his face.

Seeing this, Jiang Ying was about to step forward to stop him, but a swordsman in black continued to swing his sword at her. The girl dodged the attack of the man in black by leaning sideways, and instantly faced off with the man in black. The man retreated several steps before stopping.

The girl quickly controlled the flying sword, and like a falling meteor, only a shadow flew towards the person who pounced on the little girl.

The black-clothed swordsman's hair stood on end immediately, and he quickly withdrew his attack and held his sword horizontally for defense. There was a sound of metal clashing, and the man was knocked back several feet. At this moment, the girl controlled the flying sword and instantly came in front of the black-clothed man. With a gesture of fingers, sixteen flying swords came instantly. The black-clothed man's pupils shrank sharply, and he tried to block in panic, but it was useless in the end. He was pierced by several swords and had no chance of survival.

Seeing this, the other swordsman in black knew that nothing could be done, so he turned around and hid in the rain.

The girl smiled slightly and threw the oil-paper umbrella into the sky. Then a red afterimage disappeared. The three children in the distance saw a bright light in front of their eyes. A dazzling sword light suddenly appeared. The three children hurriedly covered their eyes. When they opened their eyes again, they saw that the black-clothed swordsman who had fled to the distance was beheaded and fell in the rain with his sword.

The girl in red stretched out her hand to catch the rapidly falling oil-paper umbrella, and a silver sword immediately returned to its sheath.

"Sister is so awesome!"

The small figure on the arch bridge gave a thumbs up to the girl in red holding an umbrella.

"This sister is really amazing, Mu Xiangyang, I suddenly feel that practicing sword is also good, it is not useless."

The boy in white clothes opened his eyes wide and said to the boy in green clothes beside him.

I heard the kid named Mu Xiangyang sneer and say, "I don't know who is always saying that I'm stubborn and that people who practice swordplay have no brains."

The boy was speechless for a moment and tried to defend himself: "Did I say that? Anyway, I am young and I don't have to be responsible for what I say. I just think it's good to practice swords today, but it may not be good tomorrow."

Mu Xiangyang had long been accustomed to the unreasonable behavior of the boy in black clothes, so he simply chose to ignore him and had some peace and quiet.

Nian Ruwei ran down the arch bridge quickly and came to the girl's side, praising her: "Sister Jiang is not only beautiful, but also very good at swordplay."

The girl smiled slightly: "If you hadn't come back just now, I wouldn't have helped you kill people. I don't like being used as a gun. Fortunately, you came back, so you are worth my swordplay."

The little girl's eyes widened, and she said in a serious tone, "I am young and very loyal. I will not let you face it alone. Besides, this is none of your business, but I don't want to die yet, so I can only trouble you. I also found two helpers. Although they are of no use, they are my only two friends in this town, so I didn't mean it."