Nightfall

Cold rainy night, spring breeze pavilion, alleyway outside the house.

The middle-aged fat man stood beside the carriage, standing in the rain, bending down to lower his voice and said: "Chao Xiaoshu is indeed a practitioner. It seems that the state is not low. Now the situation is a bit tricky ..."

The man in the carriage coughed twice and said indifferently: "What's the hurry? There aren't two strangers invited by the Hubu in the government? If even they can't stop the guy from the rivers and lakes, we won't do it again. Late ... As for those rivers and lakes who died, they died. How many days in the gully ditch of Chang'an City will there be no rats? "

Hundreds of brave rivers and lakes men from Chang'an City rushed in from all directions, and in the eyes of the world's experts, they were like mice in the Yinshuigou, and at this juncture of life and death, their fighting power and bloodiness broke out.

However, the old dynasty of the Spring Breeze Pavilion is a practitioner. They are just ordinary rivers and lakes. The difference in strength between the two sides is like the distance between the eagle and the ant. The sword shadow crosses the legs and brings a **** flower, and passes around the neck. With a big head, the man holding the axe broke his finger, and the man wielding the knife fell into the rain. No matter how powerful the fighting power is in front of the looming sword shadow, no matter how powerful the bloodiness will always be in despair after the companion falls from time to time.

Moving towards Xiaoshu calmly, his shirt was already wet by rain, but like Ning Que every time he saw him, no one would feel that the first person in Chang'an Night at Night was embarrassed, he walked in the spring rain, just It is as natural as spring rain, and the breath exuding from the body nourishes the earth like spring rain, making it impossible to resist or even do not want to resist.

The gangs from Xi'an Nancheng, Chang'an, looked at the middle-aged man walking in the rain, as if he saw a demon nodding gracefully to himself, and then raised his devil claws to easily pinch himself into pieces. Suppressing the fear in my heart, I don't know who made a cry, and the people finally dispersed.

Master Nancheng Mengxicheng Shunsuke and Uncle Cat have slipped away somehow, except for the corpses that have been washed by the rain and the severely wounded people who are moaning and groaning. People, the world is quiet—if you ignore the corpses and the wounded in the rain, the **** smell that the rain can't dilute suddenly, and the corner of the spring wind pavilion that was collapsed.

Ning Que was silent and walked forward behind Xiaoshu. He gripped the knife handle with both hands, and Xueliang's blade was dripping rain across his chest. From the beginning to the end, he never shot a knife. This unilateral slaughter ended, but he did not relax or have any embarrassment. He knows that the real danger has not yet arrived-if you have the opportunity to fight with a practitioner, then the enemy you meet is very likely to be one or even a few practitioners.

Step by step, he walked towards the front door of his house with no sword in his sheath, and the sword was walking in the night rain at this time. He stretched out his empty hands and pushed the door shaft wet by the rain. With a weird moan,

The courtyard door was pushed open, and dozens of Tang Jun wearing dark ponchos greeted elbows with bows and crosses, and their expressions were firm and indifferent; after the rain curtain, the middle-aged man wearing a star-white gown frowned slightly on the wooden floor of Yulou. Fell, the short sword whispered in the sheath next to her; the ascetic wearing a hat slowly raised his head, and the rosary in his hand slightly stiffened; the two carriages in the far lane were still quiet, and the sound of coughing in one of the carriages was gone where.

Quiet or quiet, a slight wind sound twirled between the leaves and the beams, the sound of pattering rain rang loudly between the courtyard and the small pool, looking at each other, no one chose to do it first.

The silence may be very long, maybe very short. The gaze toward Xiaoshu crossed the group of sergeants holding crossbows and fell on the ascetic monk and swordsman between the buildings. He said indifferently, "This is my home, please go out."

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

Looked at Xiaoshu, who was looking at the dagger beside him, and thoughtfully, suddenly asked, "In the rain the other day, you killed my little brother?"

The gown swordsman leaned forward slightly, indicating that he was the one.

Slightly tilted towards the corner of Xiaoshu's lips, looked at him and said, "Then you will be the first to die today."

The rain has been falling, and the roof of the roof of the rain building flows down to become a curtain of water. The copper bowl in front of the ascetic monk has been carrying the rainwater, and gradually overflows. At this moment, it finally overflowed.

Shot towards Xiaoshu.

He raised his right arm, separated by heavy rain curtains, separated by those elite Tang Jun who were waiting for the crossbow, and pointed at the gown swordsman in Tingyulou.

With a finger pointing out, a wailing roar suddenly sounded in the rainy night. The thin sword that was always hidden in the night and spring rain finally showed the trace, and I heard that the lightning upstairs from the rain building came to the sky!

The eyes of the long-sword swordsman shrunk, and the right **** hanging beside him buckled up, and the short sword beside him leaped out of the purine shock sheath, turning into a clear light to protect himself.

Said to Xiaoshu that he was the first person to die today, and that he pointed to Xiaoshu across the rain curtain. However, the goal of Chaoxiaoshu's first sword was not him, but the ascetic monk beside him!

Although the ascetic monk was always silent, he was always watching the movements around him. The sky and earth were slightly fluctuating, and he knew that Chao Xiaoshu had already started. Although he didn't know that he was the target of this sword, the disciples of Buddha Buddhism could make him clap his palms and slapped the wood next to him. The smoke between the cracks of the wood shook. , Bounced violently, splashing countless splashes in the air.

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The face of the ascetic monk exposed outside the hat was a little dark, and at this moment became extremely pale, apparently eating a little loss, and at this moment, the gown swordsman raised his eyebrows, and saw the wrist flipped bizarrely, and Zhongshi II Pointing and pointing for the sword to Zhao Xiaoshu standing at the gate of the house, the short sword that flew half a circle around him cast off abruptly, turning into a blue light directly piercing the face of Xiaoshu, at this time toward Xiao The flying sword of the tree is colliding with the bronze bowl of the ascetic monk, how can he protect himself?

Ning Que, standing silently behind Zhao Xiaoshu, clenched his long knife handle silently, his body flicked to the left quickly, but just before Zhao Xiaoshu's body flashed, he forced his footsteps, he was not afraid of the gown The swordsman's method is not to fear the short sword, but to find that he still doesn't need to shoot it himself.

Because after the flying sword of Xiao Xiaoshu collided with the bronze bowl of the ascetic monk, although he failed to break out of the bowl, he did not fall into the ground, but by the force of violent impact, those unknown on the thin steel sword The line of the gap, suddenly enlarged and disengaged at that moment, and turned into five extremely thin sword pieces in the air in a fantastic way!

There is nothing out of nothing, time and time again, time and time again, time and time again is five.

Toward the small tree one sword five.

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