Chunfengting Laochao is a practitioner, they are just ordinary Jianghu people. The gap in strength between the two sides is like the distance between an eagle and an ant. The sword shadow passes through the leg and brings up a cloud of blood flowers, which passes around the neck.

A big head fell, the man holding the ax broke his fingers, and the man wielding the sword fell in the rain. No matter how powerful the fighting power was, it was not worth mentioning in front of the shadow of the sword that disappeared and appeared. No matter how powerful it was,

The bloody nature always collapses in despair after its companions fall down from time to time.

He walked calmly towards the small tree. His green shirt had already been wet by the rain. However, just like Ning Que did every time he saw him, no one would think that this No. 1 person in Chang'an at night was embarrassed. He walked in the spring rain, just like

As natural as the spring rain, the aura exuding from the body moistens the earth like the spring rain, making people unable to resist or even want to resist

Characters such as Mr. Nancheng Meng, Shunsuke Xicheng and Uncle Cat had quietly slipped away at some point. Except for the corpses washed by the rain and the seriously wounded groaning around the dilapidated Chunfeng Pavilion, there was no one left standing.

people, the world is quiet - if you ignore the corpses and injured in the rain, the sudden smell of blood that cannot be diluted by the rain and the collapsed corner of the Spring Breeze Pavilion.

Jiuge and Ning Que looked at each other and seemed to be talking.

"We brothers seem a bit redundant."

However, Jiuge was the first to break the silence.

"Let's go, you'll be busy later."

After Jiu Ge finished speaking, Ning Tuo nodded, then turned his head, his eyes fell on the Spring Breeze Pavilion, his eyes were deep.

At best, these gangsters are just a bunch of gangsters who came out of street fights. If they hadn't rushed to attack Xiaoshu, Ning Que, a good-for-nothing, would have beaten them down.

The courtyard door was pushed open, and dozens of Tang army elites in dark ponchos greeted them with crossbows in hand, with firm and cold expressions; behind the rain curtain, on the wooden floor of Tingyu Building, the middle-aged man wearing a starry white gown frowned slightly.

Frowning, the dagger in the sheath beside him hummed; the ascetic wearing a hat slowly raised his head, and the rosary in his hand froze slightly; the two carriages at the far entrance of the alley were still quiet, and the sound of coughing in one of the carriages disappeared.

Where.

The silence may be long, or it may be short. Chao Xiaoshu looked past the group of crossbow-wielding soldiers, landed on the ascetics and swordsmen in the building, and said calmly: "This is my home, please get out."

"No one will go out." The swordsman in a star-white gown replied calmly.

"This time, I'll do it."

Jiuge stopped Chao Xiaoshu who was about to take action.

Looking at the dagger and ironwood rosary beside the two people, he thought thoughtfully and suddenly said: "From the Southern Jin Dynasty and Yuelun?"

The two just smiled lightly and said nothing.

"The 'sword' men of the Southern Jin Dynasty, the bald donkeys of the moon, and the majestic Tang Dynasty actually colluded with foreigners for the sake of the lives of the so-called powerful people. It is really shameful."

Being called a bald donkey would probably make anyone feel uncomfortable, but now no one cares whether he feels comfortable or not.

But as Jiuge raised his left hand slightly, the long-robed swordsman suddenly felt an unprecedented pressure.

The long-robed swordsman's eyes shrank sharply, and he clicked and flicked the middle finger of his right hand hanging beside him. The dagger beside him, which was about to be drawn out, came out of its sheath with a clear sound, and turned into a clear light to protect him.<

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I saw Jiuge stretched out his finger and there was a drop of water in front of his finger.

The water droplets were hit by the bullet and floated away.

Ning Que suddenly turned his head and followed this inconspicuous drop of water.

Thousands of drops of water in front formed a line and converged into a sword, striking directly at the swordsman in blue.

"Ding"

A crisp sound.

The green-robed swordsman was startled, dodged to the side, and at the same time drew his sword and struck.

However, the water droplets were too dense, and the sword formed by the water droplets was too thin. The moment the water droplets came into contact with the long sword, it collapsed into thousands of fragments. The water droplets splashed everywhere, but the sword body remained unscathed.

"It seems that the power is still a bit lacking." Jiuge also shook his head and sighed.

After Ning Que heard Jiu Ge's "Versailles" sigh, he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

Can you please give me a little face, brother? Condensate water into a sword, that’s awesome, okay?

Jiuge sighed, mainly because it was the first time he used it, and the power felt a bit lacking.

He saw this book from his previous reading, and he always wanted to try it. Otherwise, would the fishing in the past two years have been in vain?

The green-shirted swordsman who was hit by the water sword also came back to his senses at this time, looking at Jiu Ge with a gloomy face. He couldn't figure out the origin of Jiu Ge, and he could actually condense a water sword.

Definitely not an ordinary charlatan!

The best sword has always been about swordsmanship, not swordsmanship, and the strength and weakness of the sword's will have no direct relationship with the size of the sword's energy, but this seems to be a bit too foul.

But without waiting for his reaction, Jiuge took action again.

"Forget it, it's still close to begin with."

Jiu Ge stepped out with one foot and flew directly over Chao Xiaoshu's head. He stepped down with one foot and aimed at the blue-shirted swordsman's head and stepped down hard. The green-shirted swordsman was startled and hurriedly drew his sword to block.

The tip of the sword hit the sole of Jiuge's foot, and there was a sharp friction between metals. The sword edge did not make an inch forward.

The blue-shirted swordsman was horrified, but it was not over yet.

The iron rod of Jiu Ge's first sect was thrust straight down. Compared with the water droplets connected in series to form the green dragon water sword, the sword's power was infinite. The heavy rain in the sky was wrapped up by the iron rod, forming a huge rain tornado around Jiu Ge, and the swordsman in blue was swept away.

Caught in the whirlpool.

Jiu Ge also whispered quietly: "The Immortal with One Sword Kneels."

He learned more than one trick from reading.

"Wrong!"

The ascetic monk's eyes suddenly tightened.

The ascetic monk was about to remind the Southern Jin swordsman beside him, but it was already too late.

I saw a stick piercing the body of the blue-shirted swordsman like a tornado flowing through the Milky Way. The downpour on the path suddenly stopped. The raindrops did not fall but bounced back upwards. It was as if someone had used human power to rebel against the way of heaven and blocked it abruptly.<

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The green-shirted swordsman trembled, and the sword in his hand fell out of his hand. He was directly drawn into the whirlpool and disappeared from Jiuge's field of vision.

When the bald donkey next to him saw this, he wanted to step forward to help, but his own skill was too low and he couldn't get close at all. The distance of a few steps seemed to him as close as the end of the world and out of reach. In the end, he could only watch Qing Qing.

The swordsman in shirt was taken away by the whirlpool.

With one move, just one move, a master of swordsmanship in the Southern Jin Dynasty fell, and his death was so inexplicable.

The master is dead, and the green light dagger that lost control of his mind fell slumped into the rain, bounced twice and then stopped.

Seeing such a magnificent scene, Ning Que couldn't help but exclaimed, "This is a master, so domineering!"

Isn’t this better than the move he made towards Xiaoshu just now?

The "special effects" alone are better than him.

Although the swordsman of the Southern Jin Dynasty has died, the Bald Donkey on the Moon is still alive.

He clasped his hands together, chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice, and the rosary beads beside him began to roll.

But Jiuge wouldn't give him a chance, and came straight at him with the iron rod in his hand.

Monk Yuelun showed a hint of fear in his eyes.

Not daring to fight, he hurriedly retreated a few feet, and the rosary beads behind him came out of his hand, like a stream of light across the night sky, shooting toward Jiuge.

Jiu Ge did not hide or dodge, letting the rosary attack towards him.

Has this monk forgotten? There seem to be three people here?

He shouted at the small tree, and in the rainy sky, five sharp sword blades struck at the ascetic's body at high speed.

The sword blade kept colliding with the hard and heavy copper bowl, and with the high-speed dancing ironwood rosary beads. The crisp, harsh and sonorous buzzing sounds alternated, as if without interruption. The ascetic monk was surrounded by a golden flower like a dandelion,

It blooms from time to time and is blown away by the cool breeze.

In an instant, there were countless openings on the ascetic's old monk's robe. Buddhist ascetics were not accustomed to wearing soft armor like ordinary practitioners. Blood seeped out from those openings, turning him into a

A bloody man covered in blood.

Chao Xiaoshu looked quietly at the interior of Tingyu Tower. The hands hanging outside his sleeves did not make any movement, but the five sword pieces in the building were like his five invisible fingers, playing and plucking the strings of murder from time to time.

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Five sword fragments were attributed to Pei Ran's sword. The rain in the courtyard of the Chaofu became inexplicably anxious, as if there was an invisible sun in the night sky. The rain near Tingyu Tower actually began to turn into white mist at high speed.<

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It looked like Pei Ran's sword, but it was actually countless swords that contained the sharpest meaning in the world. Chao Xiaoshu's powerful spirit followed his gaze in Tingyu Tower, causing the thin green steel sword to stab at high speed.

Towards the copper bowl, the lightning retracted, and then stabbed again at a faster speed. In an instant, hundreds of swords were stabbed in succession!

The sword strike, which was countless times faster than a woodpecker pecking a tree, landed in the center of the copper bowl in an extremely horrifying manner, making a thumping sound. Because the frequency of the sword thrust was too high, there was no interruption at all between the sounds.

, so people in the courtyard could only hear a prolonged muffled sound!

"Go! Kill them!"

The leader of the Tang Army looked at these three people and murmured in his heart.

Shouldn’t I not come over today?
Chapter completed!