Chapter fifty-eight wind, rain and night can enter
Chapter 58: You can enter in the stormy night
The five sword pieces flew at high speed in the rainy night, emitting a sometimes low and sometimes sharp whistle, like some kind of strange musical instrument. They each occupied a space next to Ning Que towards the small tree, and then kept rotating their positions, and the five streams of light
The front and back are connected, and the entire courtyard space between the rain-beaten green branches and the water-logged bluestones is woven throughout.
The sword blade that appeared and disappeared in the rain flowed smoothly and elegantly, sometimes grazing the floor and flying low, splashing a cloud of rainwater, sometimes cutting deep sword marks on the wall, and sometimes flying past the four people being Ning.
The bodies of the sergeants who were cut down were missing, and a few more blood marks were added to their bodies. The sergeants who were not yet dead would twitch when they were cut by the sword blades.
Chao Xiaoshu and Ning Que stood in the invisible sword net woven by five sword blades. Every line in this net represented the unstoppable edge and death, no matter how hard it was.
The bluestone slabs, the rain-soaked walls, or the corpses of Tang soldiers lying on the ground could not make those lines any slower or gentler.
The wind can come in, the rain can come in, the night can come in, but people can't come in.
No one dares to step into this invisible net that occupies a radius of three feet. Even the bravest Tang Army elites will not forcefully step in knowing that walking in will mean death. As for the ascetics and long-robed swordsmen in Tingyu Tower,
At this time, the pale faces were eager to adjust their breaths, and the bronze bowl rosary beads and green light daggers were floating quietly around them.
The long-robed swordsman from the Southern Jin Dynasty looked at Chao Xiaoshu in the rain with a shocked look on his face, and said bitterly: "I didn't expect that a gang leader in Chang'an City... is a top-level swordsman in Dongxuan.
Entering the realm of knowing fate, could this be the strength and foundation of the Tang Empire? However, you should know very well that it is the idea of the nobles of the Tang Dynasty to kill you. You cannot win. The nobles have said that as long as you are willing to surrender, they will spare you.
Immortal."
Raising his left hand towards the small tree, he picked off a piece of green leaf that had fallen on his soaked clothes. Then he raised his head and looked at the long-robed swordsman and said calmly: "You killed my brother, then no matter whether you surrender or not, you must die.
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The long-robed swordsman remained silent.
The ascetic wearing a hat looked at Ning Que next to Chao Xiaoshu, looked at the black mask on his face, looked at his familiar but slightly weird bun, frowned and asked: "Young man, are you
A native of Yuelun Country?"
Ning Que silently looked back at the ascetic, without making any response, but the brows on the black mask were slightly frowned.
Chao Xiaoshu looked at the elite soldiers of the Tang army across the courtyard, his eyes gradually turned cold, and he said in a deep voice: "One is the great swordsman of the Southern Jin Dynasty, the other is the ascetic monk of the Yuelun Kingdom, and you... are my soldiers of the Tang Dynasty,
It is really shameful to collude with foreigners for the sake of the lives of so-called powerful people."
The leader of the Tang Army lowered his head slightly, as if he didn't want to be blinded by the majestic rain, and seemed a little ashamed, unable to face the cold and threatening gaze of Xiaoshu.
Whenever there is a battle involving strong practitioners, the entire battle must be controlled by the practitioners. Ordinary people like Ning Que and the elites of the Tang Army can only assist and support from the side, but cannot influence the progress of the battle. The practitioners are mentally active during the battle.
Their physical strength and most importantly their mental power were depleted extremely quickly. When they could not defeat the enemy with one blow, they would often choose to retreat temporarily to adjust their breath. At the previous moment, the Tang army used the Shenhou Crossbow, and Chao Xiaoshu was worried that Ning Que would not be able to respond.
He took the risk to recall the sword piece, and thus had this simple conversation on a rainy night.
"Let this end."
He said this calmly to Xiaoshu, then raised his right arm and pointed in the direction of Tingyu Tower. His level of strength was higher than that of the ascetics of the Yuelun Kingdom and the swordsmen of the Southern Jin Dynasty, so he had the strength and qualifications to choose when to start the war.
That's when.
The five sword blades flying in and out of the courtyard at high speed seemed to have heard a clear command. Their trajectory suddenly changed, and the roar suddenly became sharper. The chi chi broke through the rainy night and stabbed Tingyu Tower!
The ascetic monk's face suddenly tightened, his eyes widened, his hands quickly changed into mudras between his knees, the copper bowl suspended in front of him buzzed and flew up to meet the enemy, and the string of iron and wood rosary beads also flew up and circled his body
Rotate at high speed.
The swordsman of the Southern Jin Dynasty groaned, his face was as pale as snow, but his lips were as bright as blood. His mind power entered the breath of heaven and earth through the orifices of the Qi Sea and Snow Mountain, and controlled the green light dagger to fly up like lightning.
"wrong!"
The ascetic monk's eyes suddenly tightened. Those gray sword shadows were vaguely invisible under the cover of the majestic spring rain. It was not until Xiao Ming flew to Tingyu Tower that he saw clearly that there were only four swords, not five!
Where did the last sword piece go?
The ascetic monk was about to remind the Southern Jin swordsman beside him, but it was already too late.
A very weak sword shadow quietly passed around the eaves beam of Tingyu Tower, avoiding the perception of the two people in the building, sliding down the wooden pillar, and then suddenly accelerated at a height of half a person, like a hot knife entering the snow.
Penetrating the extremely thick wooden pillar, the next moment it appeared behind the head of the Southern Jin swordsman!
The swordsman of the Southern Jin Dynasty felt the chill at the back of his head, and felt great fear in his heart. His hands hanging outside his sleeves made wild moves, and the green light dagger in the air suddenly stopped, but he could no longer save his savior.
There was a slight muffled sound, and the sword blade pierced the back of his head, and then pierced his throat bone, hanging with blood and flesh, and flew out crookedly like a blood-eating monster!
The swordsman of the Southern Jin Dynasty stared at Chao Xiaoshu in the rain, and leaned back heavily while holding his bloody throat. It was not until the moment of his death that he finally confirmed that his opponent's recovery speed was indeed far faster than his own.
The master was dead, and the green light dagger, which had lost control of his mind, fell slumped into the rain, bounced twice and then stopped motionless. The two blades that were fighting with the green light dagger at the previous moment screamed loudly, and with the other
The three sword pieces joined together and struck at the ascetic's body at high speed. They were just five extremely dim dots, but they were like a violent wind and rain!
In the rainy sky, five sharp sword blades kept colliding with the hard and heavy copper bowl, and with the high-speed dancing ironwood beads. The crisp, harsh and sonorous buzzing sounds alternated, as if without interruption, all around the ascetic monk.
A small golden flower like a dandelion 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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His face washed by the rain was a bit whiter than before. He raised his eyebrows at Xiaoshu slightly and found that the ascetic's will was stronger than he expected. He lifted the front of his blue shirt in a cool way, completely ignoring the rain of crossbows around him.
The elite soldiers of the Tang army who were shouting and charging towards them sat down in the midst of the heavy rain.
He was standing next to the threshold of his house, staring at the enemies in his building. His sword eyebrows gradually narrowed and flattened, and the long five fingers of his right hand outside his sleeve suddenly tightened. With this movement, the five unpredictable sword fragments in the building roared loudly.
And Ju, condensed into a sword again, without any fancy, just stabbed straight towards the copper bowl!
At this moment, the other wall was washed away by the pouring rain to the quiet and deserted street. One of the two carriages finally started to move slowly and drove towards the gate of the court. The sound of hoofbeats and wheels was masked by the wind and rain.