Nightfall Chapter 58: Wind, rainy and night can be entered
Chapter 58: Wind, rain and night can be entered
Five swords flew at high speed in the rainy night, sending out sometimes low and sometimes sharp screams, like some kind of weird musical instruments, each occupying a space next to Xiaoshu Ningque, and then constantly rotating. The five streamers are connected back and forth, weaving the courtyard space between the green branches that beat rainwater and the bluestone slabs of standing water.
In the rain, the looming blades of the sword flew smoothly, sometimes rubbing the floor and passing low, splashing rain, sometimes cutting deep sword marks on the wall, and sometimes flying over the four The body of the sergeant who had been chopped down by Ning Que added a few more blood stains to them, and the sergeant who had not yet died would convulse when he was cut by the blade.
Chao Xiaoshu and Ning Que were standing in this invisible sword net woven from five sword pieces. Each line woven into this net represents the unstoppable front and the death. Whether it was a hard bluestone slab, a wall wet by rain, or a dead body of Tang Jun lying on the ground, they couldn't make those lines slow and gentle.
Wind energy can enter the rain, the night can enter, and humans cannot enter.
No one dared to step into this invisible net that occupies a radius of three feet. Even the bravest Tang Jun elite would not know that walking in is death and forcibly stepping in. As for the ascetic monks and monks in the Tingyu Building The swordsman in the long shirt was pale and eager to adjust his breath at this time, and the bronze rosary and the green dagger were quietly suspended around them.
The swordsman in the long shirt from the Southern Jin Dynasty 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... who is a great swordsman of Dongxuan top grade, even... just one step away. Can you step into the realm of fate, 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 can’t win, the nobles said, as long as you are willing to surrender Will spare you not to die."
Raising his left hand to the little tree, he took off a green leaf that had fallen from the drenched coat, and then raised his head to look at the swordsman in the gown and said calmly: "You killed my brother, then no matter if you fall, you Must die."
The swordsman in the gown was silent.
The ascetic monk wearing a hat looked at Ning Que next to the tree, looked at the black mask on his face, looked at his familiar but slightly weird hair bun, frowned and asked: "Youth , Are you a native of Yuelun?"
Ning Que looked back at the ascetic monk silently, without making any response, only the brows on the black mask frowned slightly.
Looking at the small tree towards the elites of Tang Jun at the other end of the courtyard, their eyes became colder, and they said in a deep voice: "One is the great sword master of the Southern Jin Dynasty, the other is the ascetic monk of the Moon Kingdom, and you... It is really shameful for Tang soldiers to collude with foreigners for the chaotic life of those so-called powerful people."
The Tang Jun leader lowered his head slightly, as if he didn't want to be blinded by the majestic rain, and he seemed a little ashamed, unable to face the cold and compelling gaze towards the little tree.
As long as there are battles involving strong practitioners, the entire battle must be controlled by practitioners. Ning Que and ordinary people like Tang Junrui can only assist and support, and cannot control the progress of the battle. Practitioners lose their mental, physical, and most important mental powers extremely quickly in battle. When they cannot defeat the enemy with a single blow, they often choose to temporarily retreat to adjust their breath. At that moment, Tang Jun used the Shenhou crossbow towards Xiaoshu. Worrying that Ning Que could not cope with it, he took the risk of recalling the sword film, so there was a simple conversation in the rainy night at this time.
"Let this thing end."
Said this sentence to Xiaoshu calmly, and then raised his right arm to point to the direction of Tingyulou. His realm of strength is higher than that of the ascetics of the Moon Kingdom and the Southern Jin swordsman, so he has the strength and the right to choose when Go to war.
This is the moment.
The five swords flying at high speed between the courtyards seemed to have heard a clear command. The trajectory suddenly changed, and the whistle suddenly became sharper, sneered through the rainy night, and stabbed the Tingyulou!
The ascetic's complexion suddenly tightened, his eyes widened, his hands quickly changed fingerprints between his knees, the copper bowl hung in front of him buzzed and flew to meet the enemy, and the ironwood rosary also flew around. His body spins at high speed.
The Southern Jin swordsman snorted, his face pale as snow, but his lips were as bright as blood. The power of mind enters the breath of heaven and earth inside and outside the Tingyu Tower through the orifices of the sea, snow and mountains, and controls the blue light short sword like lightning. Fly up.
"No!"
The ascetic monk's eyes shrank sharply. Those gray sword shadows seemed vaguely absent under the cover of the majestic spring rain, and it was not until Xiaoming flew to the Tingyu Tower that he could see that there were only four, not five!
Where did the last sword piece go?
The ascetic monk was trying to remind the Southern Jin swordsman beside him, but it was too late.
A very faint sword shadow quietly bypassed the eaves of the Tingyu Building, avoiding the perception of the two in the building, sliding down the wooden pillars, and then suddenly accelerated at a half-person height, like a hot knife Penetrating the extremely thick wooden pillar like snow, the next moment it appeared behind the head of the Southern Jin swordsman!
The Southern Jin swordsman sensed the chill in the back of his head, and there was great fear in his heart. The hands hanging outside his sleeves made a frantic move, and the blue light dagger suddenly stopped in the air, but it was no longer able to save the Lord.
With a slight muffled sound, the 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 Southern Jin swordsman stared at the small tree in the rain, and leaned back heavily while holding his **** throat. It was not until the moment of death that he finally confirmed that the opponent's recovery speed really exceeded that. Yourself.
The master is dead, and the Biguang dagger, which has lost control of the mind, fell into the rain, and stayed still after two flicks. The two blades that were fighting with the Biguang dagger at that moment gave a sharp whistle, merged with the other three blades, and attacked the ascetic monk's body at high speed. They were just five very dim small dots, but they looked like A violent storm!
In the rain and sky, five sharp blades kept hitting the hard and heavy copper bowl, and kept hitting the high-speed dancing iron and wood rosary. The crisp, harsh and sonorous sounds interlaced, as if uninterrupted. On the monk's body, small golden flowers like dandelions bloom from time to time and are blown away by the cool breeze.
In an instant, there were countless holes in the old monk robe of the ascetic monk. The ascetic is not accustomed to wearing soft armor like ordinary practitioners. Blood constantly seeps from those openings, changing him Become a **** man covered in blood.
Chao Xiaoshu quietly looked at the inside of the Tingyu building, his hands hanging outside his sleeves did not move, but the five blades in the building were like his five invisible fingers, flicking and killing people from time to time The string rhythm.
The face washed by the rain was a little paler than before, and he raised his brows slightly towards Xiaoshu, and found that the ascetic monk was more determined than he had expected, and saw that he lifted the front of his blue shirt in a dashing manner. Rain, regardless of the Tang Jun's elite who were rushing towards him sternly, just sat down in the majestic rain.
He was by the threshold of his mansion, staring at the enemy in his building, his sword eyebrows gradually converging and flattening, and his slender right hand outside his sleeve suddenly tightened. With this action, the five ghostly swords in the building The pieces screamed and gathered, re-condensed into a sword, without any fancy, just pierced straight towards the copper bowl!
At this moment, the outside of the other wall was washed by pouring rain to a quiet and deserted street. One of the two carriages finally moved slowly towards the gate of the court, and the sound of hoofs and wheels was There is no trace covered by wind and rain.