Nightfall

The five swords flew at high speed in the rainy night, emitting a low and sometimes sharp howling, like some kind of weird musical instrument, each occupying a space next to Xiao Shuning ’s lack, and then alternately rotating directions, five streamers Connected back and forth, weaving the courtyard space between the green branches slapping the rain and the blue stone slabs accumulating water.

In the rain, the looming swords flew smoothly and flew, sometimes rubbed the floor and swept low, splashed a poncho of rain, and sometimes cut a deep sword mark on the wall, and sometimes flew over the four The body of the sergeant who has been cut down has a few more blood marks on them. The sergeant who has not yet died will twitch when he is cut by the blade.

Chao Xiaoshu and Ning Que were standing in the invisible sword net woven by five swords. Each line woven into this net represents the unstoppable front and the death, whether it is hard The blue stone slabs, the walls wetted by rain, or the corpses of Tang Jun lying on the ground, could not make those lines slow and gentle.

The wind can enter the rain, the night can enter, and the people cannot enter.

No one dared to step into this invisible net that occupies a radius of three feet. Even the most courageous Tang Jun is elite, and he will not know that if he walks in, he will step into death and force him to enter. At this time, the face was pale and eager to breathe, and the bronze rosary and the blue light dagger were quietly suspended around them.

The swordsman in the gown from Nanjin looked at Chao Xiaoshu in the rain with a shocked face, and said bitterly: "I can't think of a gang leader in Chang'an City ... all of them are great sword masters of Dongxuan, even ... just one step away. Entering the realm of destiny, is this the strength and heritage of the Datang Empire? However, you should be very clear that killing you is the idea of ​​your Datang nobles. You ca n’t win. The nobles say, as long as you are willing to descend, they will spare you Immortal. "

He lifted his left hand towards Xiaoshu, took off a green leaf on his wet shirt, and then looked up to the swordsman in the gown and said calmly: "You killed my brother, then you must die no matter whether you fall or not. . "

The long-sword swordsman was 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 strange hair bun, frowned and asked, "You are Lunar Chinese? "

Ning Que looked back at the ascetic monk in silence, without any response, but the brows on the black mask slightly frowned.

The elite Tang Jun looking towards the small tree towards the courtyard, his eyes getting colder, Shen Sheng said: "One is the great swordsman of the Southern Jin Dynasty, the other is the ascetic monk of the lunar kingdom, and you ... are my Datang soldiers, It is really shameful to collude with foreigners for the so-called chaos of the nobles. "

The Tang army leader bowed his head slightly, it seemed that he didn't want to be smitten by the majestic rain, and seemed to be a little ashamed, unable to face the cold and compelling gaze towards the small tree.

As long as the battle involving the strong practitioners, then the entire battle must be controlled by the practitioners. Ning Que and the group of elite people like Tang Jun can only assist and support from the side, and cannot control the progress of the battle. The spiritual energy and the most important mental power of the practitioners are extremely rapid in the battle. When they are unable to defeat the enemy in one blow, they often choose to temporarily retreat to adjust their interest rates. At that moment, the Tang army used the Divine Crossbow, towards the small tree. Worried about Ning Que's inability to cope with it, he took the risk of recalling the sword piece, so he had a simple conversation in the rainy night at this time.

"Let this thing end."

Said this phrase calmly towards Xiaoshu, and then raised his right arm in the direction of listening to Yulou. His realm of strength was above the ascetic monk of Yuelun Kingdom and the swordsman of Nanjin, so he was qualified to choose when to fight.

Is now.

The five swords flying around the courtyard at high speed seemed to hear a clear command, the running track suddenly turned, and the roar suddenly became sharper, screaming and breaking through the rainy night, stabbing to the rain building!

The ascetic monk's face suddenly tightened, his eyes were wide, his hands were rapidly changing his handprints between his knees, the copper bowl hovering in front of him hovered to meet the enemy, and the string of iron-wood rosary beads also flew around his body Rotate at high speed.

Nanjin swordsman groaned, his face pale as snow, but his lips were as bright as blood, and his thoughts entered the breath of heaven and earth inside and outside the listening rain tower through Qihaixueshan tricks, controlling the handle of the blue light dagger flying like lightning.

"No!"

The eyes of the ascetic monk tightened sharply. The gray sword shadows were vaguely covered by the majestic spring rain. It was not until Xiao Mingfei arrived at Yulou that he saw only four, not five!

Where did the last sword piece go?

Ascetic was trying to remind the Nanjin swordsman beside him, but it was too late.

A very weak sword shadow quietly bypassed the eaves beam of Tingyulou, avoiding the perception of the two in the building, sliding down the wooden post, and then suddenly accelerated at the position of half a person, like a hot knife into the snow Penetrating a very thick wooden pillar, the next moment appeared in the back of the swordsman of Nanjin!

Nanjin swordsman felt the chill in the back of his head, and there was a great fear in his heart. The hands hanging outside his sleeves made a wild move, and the Biguang short sword in the air suddenly stopped, but he could no longer be the Savior.

A slight muffled noise, the sword blade pierced his back of the head, then pierced his throat bone, hung with blood and flesh, and flew out like a blood-sucking monster!

Nanjin swordsman stared at his eyes, looked at Chao Xiaoshu in the rain, and leaned back with his blood-sucking throat. Until the moment of death, he finally confirmed that his opponent's response speed was far faster than himself.

The master is dead, and the Biguang short sword, which has lost the control of her mind, has fallen into the rain ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ It will stay still after two bounces. The two sword pieces that were fighting with the Biguang short sword at that moment, Li Xiao, and the other three sword pieces, attacked the body of the ascetic at high speed, but only five extremely dim dots, but they looked like A violent storm!

In the rainy sky, five sharp sword pieces collided with the hard and heavy copper bowl, and with the iron and wooden rosary beads dancing at high speed. The crisp and harsh sounds and clanging sounds interlaced, as if there was no interruption, and the monk was practicing A golden flower like a dandelion blooms from time to time and is blown away by the cool wind.

In an instant, the ascetic monk's old monk's robe had countless openings. The Buddha's ascetic practice was not used to wearing soft armor as the ordinary practitioners. The blood oozes out of those openings, turning him into a Blood man covered in blood.

Zhao Xiaoshu watched quietly in Tingyu Building. His hands hanging out of his sleeves did not move, but the five swords in the building were like his five invisible fingers. .

The face washed by the rain was a little whiter than before, and he slightly raised his brow towards Xiaoshu, and found that the ascetic monk's will was firmer than he had expected. I saw that he lifted the front of the green shirt dashingly. Those Tang Jun elites who were screaming and rushing towards themselves sat down like this in the heavy rain.

He was staring at the enemies in his house by the threshold of his house, his sword eyebrows gradually flattened, and his long right finger outside his sleeve suddenly tightened. With this action, the five unpredictable swords in the building Li Xiao Gather together, re-condensed into a sword, without any bells and whistles so straight toward the copper bowl!

At this moment, the other side of the wall was washed down by the pouring rain to the quiet and unoccupied street. One of the two carriages finally moved slowly towards the gate of the palace. The sound of hoof wheels was covered by the wind and rain. No traces.