Chapter 56 The carriage in the rain, the sword again and again
Chapter 56 The carriage in the rain, the sword again and again
On a cold rainy night, the Spring Breeze Pavilion looks at the alley outside Chao Mansion.
The middle-aged fat man stood next to the carriage, standing in the rain, bending down and saying in a low voice: "Chao Xiaoshu is indeed a practitioner. It seems that his level is not low. The situation now is a bit tricky..."
The man in the carriage coughed twice and said calmly: "What's the hurry? Aren't there two strangers invited by the Ministry of Revenue in the government? If even they can't stop that gangster, we won't take action anymore.
Chi... As for those Jianghu people who die, how many days don't a few rats die in the gutter of Chang'an City?"
Hundreds of brave Jianghu men from Chang'an City poured in from all directions. In the eyes of outsiders, they were like rats in the gutter. At this critical moment of life and death, they showed amazing fighting power and bloody spirit.
However, 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 will always collapse in despair after its companions fall down from time to time.
He walked calmly towards the small tree. The green shirt on his body 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
It is as natural as the spring rain, and the breath exuding from the body is like the spring rain that nourishes the earth, making people unable to resist or even want to resist.
The gang members from Chang'an Xicheng Nancheng looked at the middle-aged man walking in the rain, as if they saw a demon nodding to them gracefully, and then raised its claws to easily crush him into pieces. They were so shocked that they could no longer do it.
Suppressing the fear in his heart, someone shouted and everyone finally dispersed.
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 Chunfeng Pavilion.
Ning Que silently walked forward behind Xiaoshu. He held the handle of the knife tightly with both hands, and the sharp blade lay across his chest and was soaked by the rain. From the beginning to the end, he never used a knife, and this one-sided massacre ended.
It was over, but he did not relax or apologize, because he knew that the real danger had not yet come - if you have the opportunity to fight with a practitioner, then there is a high chance that the enemy you meet is one or even several practitioners.
By.
One step at a time, he walked towards the small tree to the door of his house. There was no sword in the scabbard beside him. The sword was walking through the night rain in an unknown direction at this time. He stretched out his free hands and gently pushed the door axis, which was wet by the rain.
Let out a strange moan,
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 short sword 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 coughing sound in one of the carriages disappeared.
where.
Quiet or quiet, the gentle sound of wind rippled through the leaves and beams, the patter of rain rumbled in the courtyard and the small pool. They looked at each other, and no one chose to take action first.
The silence may be long, or it may be short. Chao Xiaoshu looked past the group of crossbow-wielding soldiers and landed on the ascetics and swordsmen in the building. He said calmly: "This is my home. Please get out."
"No one will go out." The swordsman in a star-white gown replied calmly.
Chao Xiaoshu looked at the dagger beside this man, thinking about it, and suddenly asked: "During the rain a few days ago, was it you who killed my little brother?"
The long-robed swordsman leaned forward slightly, indicating that he was that person.
Chao Xiaoshu raised the corners of his lips slightly, looked at him and said, "Then you will be the first to die today."
The rain kept falling, flowing down the tiled eaves on the roof of Tingyu Building, turning into a curtain of water. The copper bowl in front of the ascetic monk kept holding the rainwater, accumulating more and more, and finally overflowed at this moment.
Attack the small tree.
He raised his right arm and pointed at the long-robed swordsman in Tingyu Tower from afar through the heavy rain curtains and the elite Tang troops who were waiting with crossbows.
With a pointing finger, a shrill roar suddenly sounded in the rainy night, and the thin sword that had always been hidden in the spring rain finally showed its traces, and I heard lightning piercing the sky from the rainy building!
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.
Chao Xiaoshu said that he was the first person to die today, and he was the one who pointed at Chao Xiaoshu through the rain curtain. However, the target of Chao Xiaoshu's first sword was not him, but the ascetic monk beside him!
Although the ascetic monk remained silent, he kept vigilantly watching the movements around him. When the vitality of the heaven and earth above him fluctuated slightly, he knew that Chao Xiaoshu had made a move. Although he did not know that he was the target of this sword, the disciples of the Buddha sect
Instinct caused him to slap the wooden board next to him with his withered palm. Smoke and dust shook in the gaps between the wooden boards. The copper bowl in front of the wooden steps seemed to have been kicked by someone, and it suddenly bounced up, sending countless water splashes in the air.
The gray shadow of the sword came through the air, penetrating through the crystal clear water splash, but was blocked by the copper bowl. The sharp and high-speed thin sword collided hard with the clumsy and thick copper bowl, making an ear-piercing sound.
An eardrum-breaking sound!
The face of the ascetic monk exposed outside the hat was slightly dark, and at this moment it became extremely pale, obviously suffering some losses. At this moment, the long-robed swordsman raised his eyebrows, and when he saw the opportunity, he flipped his wrist quickly, and Zhongshi Er
He pointed his sword at Chao Xiaoshu who was standing at the door of the mansion. The dagger that had just been flying half a circle around him turned sharply and turned into a ray of blue light that pierced towards Xiaoshu's face. At this time, Chao Xiaoshu
The tree's flying sword is colliding with the ascetic's bronze bowl. How can it protect itself?
Ning Que, who was standing silently behind Chao Xiaoshu and holding the handle of the long knife tightly, moved. He quickly dodged to the left. Just when he was about to escape from Chao Xiaoshu, he forcibly stopped his steps. He was not afraid of the man in the gown.
The swordsman's method was not to be afraid of the blue light dagger, but to find that he still didn't need to take action.
Because after Chao Xiaoshu's flying sword collided with the ascetic's copper bowl, although it failed to break out of the bowl, it did not fall to the ground. Instead, with the force of the violent impact, the unknown meanings on the thin green steel sword were
The gap lines suddenly enlarged and separated at that moment, and miraculously transformed into five extremely thin sword blades that flew quickly in the air!
Something can arise out of nothing, again and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, it becomes five.
One sword attack towards the small tree turned into five.