Nightfall

The five sword pieces belonged to Peiran's sword. The rain in the courtyard of the palace was inexplicably anxious, as if there was an invisible sun in the night sky. Listening to the rain near the rain tower, it turned into white mist at high speed.

It seems to be a sword of Peiran, but in fact it contains countless swords with sharpness in the world. Chao Xiaoshu's powerful spirit fell with his gaze in Tingyulou, letting the thin blue steel sword stab at high speed To the copper bowl, then withdraw lightning, and then stab it again at a faster speed, in a flash of hundreds of swords!

The sword strikes countless times faster than the woodpecker pecks the tree. It falls extremely terrifyingly in the center of the copper bowl, making a tuk tuk tuk sound. Because the frequency of the sword thorn is too high, there is no interruption between the sound and the sound. , So people in the courtyard can only hear a long smoldering sound!

"He can't do it either! Kill him close!"

Chief Tang Jun looked at Zhao Xiaoshu sitting cross-legged in the rain and noticed that his face was getting whiter and he shouted loudly. At this time, these sergeants no longer need any discipline and glory to support their actions. They know that they must kill immediately. Chao Xiaoshu, otherwise if the thin sword breaks through the bronze bowl and kills the ascetic monk of the lunar kingdom, they will never have the chance to kill the other party, more precisely they will all die.

The intensive crossbow rain was fired again, and dozens of savage figures struck again. This time the elite of Tang Jun appeared to be more determined and tougher, because this was the firmness and toughness forced by despair.

But they still couldn't get close to Chao Xiaoshu's body, killing this terrible great swordsman, because a young man had been standing in front of Chao Xiaoshu.

Ning Que is constantly moving on the blue stone plate in the rain, and is not very flexible and appears to be particularly heavy. Every time the bottom of the boot is stepped, a splash of water is splashed, and when the splash of water splashes, his blade will harvest one. An elite soldier of the Tang Army.

Sitting cross-legged toward Xiaoshu, he was completely entrusted to his life, so he always stood behind Chao Xiaoshu and turned himself and the Park knife into the previous death. network.

The right elbow fell, and the blade fell to cut off a Tang Jun ’s knee. Rather than being able to draw a knife, the left foot lifted like a flying stone and flicked out, kicking the **** of another Tang Jun fiercely. The hands of the long knife handle turned, and the blade was lifted from the bottom up, breaking the belly of the third Tang Jun. There was another shadowy bravery, and he squatted on the ground with a twist on his waist. With one hand, the knife was used to take a strong stroke, and the knife appeared, and some legs were cut off.

The black mask was already wet by the rain, and the breath was breathing with a sense of wetness. The eyebrows exposed outside the mask were calm as usual, and even appeared a little numb. His movements were extremely simple, but the killing effect was extremely amazing. Under his sword, those brave Tang Jun elites were like pieces of wood, which were cut down and kicked.

No matter how dense the crossbow rain is and how cold the knife is, he always stands in front of the small tree, one step back! Even if his shoulder was scratched by a crossbow arrow, even if his leg was cut by a blade, he would not retreat in half a step!

Listening to an extremely unpleasant loud noise from Yulou, it was like an iron pan was smashed with bricks. The copper bowl in front of the ascetic monk finally cracked and shattered under the Peiran Wanjian!

The hat on top of the ascetic monk's head cracked as the copper bowl broke, and a trace of absolute color flashed on his dark face. The handprint changed again, and the rosary that had been guarding his body stopped spinning, and suddenly turned into a black snake , Whizzing around the single thin green steel sword that was about to pierce his face, let the sword rest.

Zhao Xiaoshu looked silently at the building, and his right hand exposed outside the sleeve paddled in the water beside him, picked up a handful of rain and sprinkled it in front of him, listening to the thin green steel sword in the rain building following his movements, Suddenly began to buzz and vibrate, such as a real dragon about to break through the clouds, daring forward without stopping!

Soybean-sized raindrops fell on the blue stone slab, making a crackling sound, and the new branches that were blown off by the wind made a crackling sound, listening to the rain building also making a crackling sound, that trapped Qinggang The iron-wood rosary of the sword scattered everywhere!

The ascetic monk smiled and closed his eyes. Qinggang Jianming screamed through the more than a hundred iron-wood rosary beads in the air in the building, and pierced his dark eyebrows deeply. The blood slowly exuded, and the bitter smile stopped.

At the main entrance of Chaofu, Ning Que looked at the enemies not far away and slowly pulled Park Sword out of the chest of a Tang soldier.

Tap, the loose rosary hit the wall on the beam and then fell on the wooden floor.

The elite Tang Jun who are still alive, looked at the middle-aged man sitting cross-legged and smiling in the rainstorm, and looked at the silent masked boy with the knife standing in the rainstorm. His heart was full of despair.

The sound of the carriage came from the alley.

Slowly raised his eyebrows towards Xiaoshu.

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In Nancheng, Chang'an, the most profitable Gouxing casino in the hands of Meng Meng has been turned into a ruin. All the streets thrown by smashed gambling equipment are on the streets. The chips representing silver money are soaked in the filthy rainwater on weekdays, and no one is there. Dare to pick, beside the road, there are women and children around the dozen gambling house guards who broke their legs crying, but no one dare to use words to curse those **** perpetrators, even the expression of resentment. Dare not.

Forty or so Tsing Yi Tsing Pants and Boots Chunfeng Pavilion helped the people stand indifferently, they were maintaining order, and they also announced their presence to all the people in Nancheng. At the front of the crowd, Qi Laosi took a blue handkerchief from his subordinates , Wipe off the blood from the corner of his mouth, there is no proud look on his face, but he seems a little anxious, because he knows that although the Yulong Gang took advantage of the large amount of territory tonight, the elder brother is facing the powerful enemies alone in the spring wind street. Ambush, there is no one beside him.

Similar pictures of the same story happen tonight in Changfang City's various square cities. The **** shops and brothels under the control of Uncle Cat were smashed by a group of tough Tsing Yi men, and another group of Tsing Yi men controlled the three Outside room, and then directly push the three luxurious small courtyards.

Lengse's spring rain has been falling down, and there are signs of increasing. Tonight, all major forces in the underground world of Chang'an have poured into the East City through the tiger skin of the official palace. After the attack, no one thought that the night legend actually used himself as a bait, taking advantage of the fact that the Nancheng and Xicheng forces had evacuated, and sent all the brothers in the gang to control the overall situation.

After tonight, as long as the Spring Wind Pavilion is still alive, then he and his brothers can take all the Chang'an City in the night into their own hands, but ... Tonight's Chao Xiaoshu is only alone and has been bathing with him for many years. The brothers are not here, can he survive?

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Changan Beicheng, a heavily guarded Yulin army station, Yulin army looked at Cao Ning and sneered at the two captains with their hands tied back: "Chang Siwei? Should I call you Chang San? Fei Jingwei, should I call you Fei Liu? I really didn't expect my Yulin Army to be the two masters of the Yulong Gang. "

Chang Siwei is a middle-aged man with a gentle temperament. He looked at his immediate boss and smiled slightly and said, "Do you really know it or don't you know? There are many people earning outside money in the barracks. As far as I know, you are in Mongolia. Master and Uncle Cat seem to have some dry stocks there. "

Fei Jingwei remained silent, but just stared at Cao Ning's face coldly, as if to stare at this old face out of flowers.

Cao Ning took a sip from the tea bowl and said, "What's the point of saying these things now? It's just fighting for some words. The two of you are just small captains. If you don't look at the face of Chunfeng Pavilion, why should I As for telling you these nonsense? But you should n’t think that leaning on the spring breeze pavilion, you will be able to play in front of the general. This will only require a paper order, you ca n’t go out of the camp, as long as you dare to go out, the general You will be able to directly cut you without asking for your order, and you ca n’t go out to camp, Chunfeng Pavilion will die tonight. "

"The Spring Breeze Pavilion is dead." He slowly entered the tea bowl and said indifferently: "So you are useless."

Chang Siwei smiled and said: "Many people in this world are dead, and my elder brother will not die."

"There have never been people who can't die in this world." Cao Ning stared at his face coldly and said: "I have so many nobles in Tang Dynasty who want to enjoy the face of Chunfeng Pavilion, but he doesn't want to. I want to see so many nobles. If he wants to die, how can a Chang'an Jianghu figure in another district make a comeback! "

The voice fell, the curtain was lifted, and a slight cold night wind wrapped in a few raindrops floating in. Cao Ning was slightly startled, trying to anger and reprimand, and suddenly his expression stiffened, and he subconsciously stood up and saluted: "Lin Grandfather ... it's so late, why are you here? You ... are you? "

The stout Grandpa Lin looked at him with a smile on his face, and said, "There is nothing else. It was the palace gate that I heard that Yu Linjun had raised his alert level tonight. I came to ask what happened."

Then Grandpa Lin turned to look at the two school captains with his hands tied, frowning and asking, "What's going on?"

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The torches in the Xiaoqiying camp were shining on the horse farm, and even the continuous rain could not be quenched. Chu Ren, the deputy commander of Xiaoqiying, stared angrily at the man with the Chinese face on the opposite side, growling: "Liu Si, you bastard! Military orders issued by the Ministry! If you dare to break into the camp, I will dare to cut your head! "

The man with a Chinese face is extremely tall and tall. Even if he sits on a horse, his feet are about to fall to the ground, listening to the reprimand of the deputy commander, his face is still expressionless, and his right hand slowly strokes the iron gun on the saddle. Penetrating the night rain and looking to somewhere called Changfeng Pavilion in Chang'an East City.

His name is Liu Si, and the Yulong Gang ranked fifth. When the Spring Wind Pavilion Lao Chao resolutely laid down a river and lake in Chang'an City with a sword, it was this person who was standing by the side of the small tree ~ www.novelmtl. com ~ And tonight he couldn't stand next to his elder brother to block the arrow for him, and only silently hoped that the kid that elder brother looked at could get things done.

Liu Si looked back at Deputy Commander Chu Ren at the entrance of the camp, looking at the dense army of soldiers, and said with a blank expression: "Master, do not dare to violate the military order and enter the camp, but you have torn off your promotion order by yourself ten years ago. After that, I always wanted to fight you, I do n’t know if you dare or not. ”

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In a remote and quiet room somewhere in the palace, there was a voice with a strong accent of Hebei Road: "Old Chen, you are an old man in the guard's office. Although you have already gone to work in your early years, you have been a guard in Ouchi for a day, That life was Ouchi's bodyguard, you are the emperor's face, where should you join in this kind of rivers and lakes? I know you have a good relationship with the old dynasty, but tonight you should be very clear about the plan that the grandfather personally made, who dares Go block? "

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The carriage stopped slowly in the rain, only ten feet away from the house of Chunfeng Pavilion.

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(I went out at noon, this chapter is to save the manuscript, go to Shanghai to attend a friend ’s wedding, and then go to Beijing to apply for a visa. It will be chaotic for about five days. I will go out next month. The official business cannot be pushed. Fortunately, I have it in hand. Chapters 3 and 4 save the manuscript, please rest assured.

The manuscripts have to be saved in the past few days, and it happens that this most terrible battle of spring rain is really painful. The response in the first few chapters is very good. What I paid particular attention to is that everyone appreciates the sense of the picture during the battle, but writes the sense of the picture in words. You can try it in your spare time. It is a terrible and exhausting test ...

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