One sword attack towards the small tree turned into five.
The three sword blades whirred around the copper bowl and shot towards the ascetic's body. The other two sword blades did not come back to help themselves, but simply ignored the green light dagger of the long-robed swordsman and stabbed sharply at an angle.
To his face!
Even though it is a cultivator's war, this middle-aged man in blue shirt still imbues it with the fierce and cruel meaning of Chang'an Jianghu: If you kill me, you will die. I have practiced in the night of Chang'an Jianghu for many years, and I am not afraid of life and death.
, you have practiced for many years under the protection of the famous mountain and Dachuan masters, are you afraid of death?
The long-robed swordsman was afraid of death. With a slightly pale complexion, he pointed his sword swords at the same time and forcibly recalled the green light dagger that had just flown out of the distance. At the most dangerous moment, he knocked away two incoming missiles.
The sword piece in his own eye, this single movement made his right hand tremble slightly, and veins loomed on the back of his white hand.
The ascetic monk next to him looked solemnly at the three sword fragments attacking his body. It was too late to recall the heavy copper bowl to protect his body. He only saw him uttering an ambiguous word, and the string of rosary beads hanging between the tiger's mouth of his left hand floated.
He stood up and whirled around his body, sparks flying everywhere, and he collided with the three sword pieces with strange traces countless times in an instant!
The shadow of the sword came through the air, the copper bowl rose from the water, the green light dagger pierced the door of the house, the gray sword shadow turned into five sword pieces, the blue light dagger escaped with lightning, and the rosary beads were suspended to protect every link.
They all contain extremely terrifying dangers. As long as one of them is not handled properly, someone among these three strong men will bleed to death.
The time scale is different in the world of the strong. This seemingly complicated, dangerous and long process is only a very short moment in the real world. At that time, the water splashed by the copper bowl was still turning into pieces of glass in the air.
It had not yet fallen, and the rainwater all over the courtyard was still slowly weaving a rain curtain, but the elite Tang soldiers holding crossbows showed no reaction at all.
Chug! Chug! Chug!
The elites of the Tang Army responded in the shortest possible time, quickly pulled the trigger, and dozens of arrows shot towards the door of the mansion with a strong sound of breaking wind. At this time, the five sword fragments were fighting with the two men in Tingyu Tower.
Two cultivators were fighting each other. Chao Xiaoshu had no ability to protect himself, and he could only be shot into a hedgehog by those crossbow arrows.
And at this moment, when the crossbow arrows were about to arrive in front of Chao Xiaoshu, a bright sword light illuminated the courtyard, illuminating the layers of rain curtains very clearly, and rolled in all the densely packed crossbow arrows!
The soles of his boots stepped into the puddle at the main entrance of the Chao Mansion, driving into the ground like nails. The hands holding the long handle of the knife were as firm as steel. Ning Que didn't know when he walked around Chao Xiaoshu, and the tattoos on his wrists and forearms
His muscles tensed and relaxed at an unimaginable speed, causing the sharp knife to quickly rotate around his wrist, turning into a silver buckler, illuminating the old black mask on his face, and knocking away those dense crossbow arrows.
A crisp and shattering sound erupted in front of the two of them. More than a dozen crossbow arrows were forcibly knocked away by the hard blade, shot diagonally at high speeds, and pierced the wooden plaque of the main entrance of Chao Mansion, followed by a muffled sound.
Dozens of crossbow arrows burst out like a torrential rain. No matter how good Ning Que's sword skills were, he could not completely stop him. However, at this time, his pupils were narrowed and his eyes were extremely sharp, like an eagle flying in the grassland sky. All the details in front of him were revealed.
He could see everything clearly, and his mind was as calm as an eagle. He caught the shooting angle of the crossbow arrows based on his feeling, and only swung his sword at those crossbow arrows that could hurt him and aimed at the small trees, and not at all those arrows at the edge.
Ignore it.
At this moment, the young man who had experienced countless life-and-death struggles over the years perfectly demonstrated his dangerous sense and judgment skills honed by those horrors. Those seemingly extremely dangerous crossbow arrows grazed his earlobes and penetrated his clothes.
The hem dug hard into the cracks of the rain-wet bluestone without causing any damage.
"Attack!" an elite leader of the Tang Army shouted sternly.
Following this order, the elite soldiers of the Tang army who had fired a round of crossbows were divided into two groups. One group quickly pulled the spring to load the arrows, and more than ten soldiers pulled out the steel knives from their waists and silently rushed toward the main entrance of the palace.
Kick! Kick! Kick! Kick! A master of the Tang Army kicked the wet ground with his feet, as if following the last round of crossbow arrows, he rushed over. He was still some distance away from the door of the mansion. He only heard a violent roar and his hands
Holding the knife, he jumped up high and struck Ning Que's head with an irresistible force.
The eyes exposed outside the black mask were slightly drooped. Ning Que looked at the rainy ground in front of him. He didn't seem to see the brutal knife that was about to come. All he saw was that he flipped his wrist and the blade turned into a white light with precision.
Wubi chopped off the last two crossbow arrows, and then... the sword light suddenly dimmed and disappeared.
The rainy night was dark and deep, and there was a hidden light in the building. When the knife was raised, the front surface was reflected by the light and turned into a glossy surface. If the light of the knife disappeared without a trace, then there was only one possibility, that is, the knife was now in a stationary state.
The ordinary sword in his hand was still in the neck of the Tang Army master. The sword was wedged deeply into the man's neck about half way.
The blade of the blade broke through the skin, bones and flesh and clamped tightly. Blood gushed out from the tiny edge, and was quickly washed away by the increasingly heavy night rain. Ning Que's left hand was holding the bottom of the handle of the knife, and his right hand was on the handle.
He held his hands in front of him, lowered his head slightly and watched a drop of rain splashing a turbid flower on the bluestone floor, maintaining the posture of sinking his knees and turning his waist.
Time seems to have stopped at this moment, but it will not really stop. Ning Que pulled his left arm like lightning, and the blade made a tooth-searing sound on the neck of the Tang Army master. It was metal and strong neck bones.
There was a grinding sound. Just as the master of the Tang Army fell down with his eyes fixed on death, Ning Que grasped the handle of the knife with his left hand and pushed forward. The blade suddenly jumped up with rainwater and pierced the throat of the second enemy.
Holding the long handle of the plain knife with his hands intertwined, his steps were like a leopard jumping in a very small area to evade. Ning Que made a flat slash with his wrong hand, cutting down the enemy coming from the left, and then turned around and suddenly
Using force, the blade cut through the rain curtain, cut off the blade handed to him in the night, and chopped off half of the shoulder of the fourth enemy.
As soon as they met, four elite soldiers of the Tang Army died under his sword. The blood sprayed from the broken bodies in all directions, as if it was denser than the rain. Ning Que fulfilled his promise and did not let a single crossbow arrow hurt the North Korean soldiers.
The little tree's body and the increasingly heavy rain were not his concern.
The three practitioners were engaged in a life-and-death battle using the vitality of heaven and earth as the stage. The elites of the Tang Army thought they had captured the best opportunity to take action, but they did not expect that the young man standing silently behind Chao Xiaoshu was actually
Such a fierce character was probably frightened by Ning Que's sharp and strange sword skills. The black masks in the eyes of the Tang army's elites actually became a little scary, and their forward steps subconsciously slowed down.
Ning Que held the knife in both hands, his black mask wet with rain slowly rising and falling, and his brows furrowed.
The army of the Tang Dynasty is the most disciplined and most powerful army in the world. These soldiers who appeared in the court tonight are the elite of the army of the Tang Dynasty. Elites like this in the army, no matter how powerful and terrifying the enemy is, they will always fight.
If their superiors don't issue a retreat order, then they will definitely not retreat. As long as there is no military order, even if there is an abyss in front of them, they will rush forward bravely and will never slow down timidly.
Swish, swish, swish, three extremely subtle machine sounds sounded, and the heavy rain fell, hitting the roof of Tingyu Tower. The hard bluestone made a thunderous sound, successfully covering up these three subtle sounds.
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But Ning Que never relaxed. He stared at the seemingly timid and invincible elites of the Tang army. He held the handle of the knife tightly with both hands and listened intently to any sound in the rainy night, so he captured the three extremely loud sounds in the first time.
The subtle sound of the machine reed made his own judgment at the same time: Shenhou Crossbow!
The Shenhou Crossbow was the most terrifying weapon carried by individual soldiers of the Tang Army. It had a built-in crossbow box and could fire ten crossbow arrows at once. What’s even more frightening is that the machine spring of the Shenhou Crossbow was specially designed and the arrows fired were extremely fast. This
This kind of weapon once created countless brilliance in the history of the Tang Empire's conquering the world. Unfortunately, as the special steel required to make the Shenhou Crossbow became less and less, it was gradually withdrawn from the standard equipment of the Tang army. I didn't expect it to appear tonight.
The elite Tang army who was ambushing the court did not use the Shenhou Crossbow at first because they were not confident that they could kill Chao Xiaoshu who was in good condition with the Shenhou Crossbow, and the young man wearing a black mask was not worthy of using the Shenhou Crossbow.
They wanted to use ordinary crossbow arrows in conjunction with the ascetics and long-robed swordsmen to gradually wear down Chao Xiaoshu's strength, and finally used the Shenhou Crossbow to launch a fatal blow. However, the current situation did not allow them to do so - because they could not use the Shenhou Crossbow.
, they couldn’t even kill the boy wearing the black mask, let alone Chao Xiaoshu.
A raindrop the size of a soybean fell from the upper edge to the lower edge of the black mask. In such a short period of time, Ning Que thought about so many things. At the same time, his left hand had quietly left the slender handle of the knife.
He reached behind him, and his fingertips were almost touching the big black umbrella wrapped in coarse cloth.
He is not one of those powerful cultivators, he is just an ordinary young man. Although countless bloody battles have made him a bit extraordinary, he ultimately does not have the confidence to rely on the simple sword in his hand to deal with Shenhou's crossbow.
At this moment, a series of subtle yet clear sounds resounded in the rainy court again. These sounds were clearer than the sound of raindrops falling on the strings, and faster than the flight of wild bees plucked by the most mysterious luther player.
Tintintintin…tintintin…tintintin…tintin!
Five extremely dim sword shadows returned silently from Tingyu Tower at some point. They flew back and forth in the courtyard like wild bees at high speeds, weaving into an airtight net, and accurately captured the Shenhou as if they were spiritual.
The shooting trajectory of each crossbow arrow intercepted all ten crossbow arrows and then knocked them away one by one!
Chao Xiaoshu stood in the rain, his slightly pale face devoid of any emotion other than calmness. His right hand hanging outside his sleeve slowly opened, and the five sword blades flew back to him with a whooshing sound, caged around him.
The whistling sound flew at high speed, and the rainwater around the two men was cut by the breath held by the sword pieces, revealing white lines.