Nightfall Chapter 59: Changan chaos
Chapter 59 Chang'an Chaos
The five sword pieces belonged to Pei Ran's sword. The rain in the courtyard of the court was inexplicably anxious, as if there was an invisible sun in the night sky, and the rain near Tingyu Tower turned white at high speed. fog.
It looks like Pei Ran's sword, but it is actually countless swords that contain the ultimate sharpness of the world. The powerful spirit towards Xiaoshu follows his gaze in the Tingyu Building, letting the thin Qinggang The sword stabs the copper bowl at high speed, then retracts with lightning, and then stabs it again at a faster speed, stabbing hundreds of swords in an instant!
The sword strike was countless times faster than the woodpecker pecking at the tree. It landed in the center of the copper bowl with extreme terror, making a beeping sound. Because the frequency of the sword stabbing was too high, the sound could not be heard at all. At any break, the people in the courtyard can only hear a prolonged muffled sound!
"He can't do it anymore! Kill him up close!"
The leader of Tang Jun looked at Chao Xiaoshu sitting cross-legged in the rain, noticed that his face was getting paler and whiter, and shouted sharply. At this time, these sergeants no longer needed any discipline and glory to support their actions. They knew they had to Kill Chao Xiaoshu immediately, otherwise if the thin sword breaks through the copper bowl and kills the ascetic monk of the Moon Country, they will never have a chance to kill each other. More precisely, they will all die.
The intensive rain of crossbows shot out again, and dozens of fierce figures struck again. This time the Tang Jun elites seemed more determined and stronger, because they were forced out of despair.
But they still failed to get close to Chao Xiaoshu's body and killed the terrifying Great Sword Master, because a young man had been standing in front of Chao Xiaoshu.
Ning Que kept moving on the rain-covered bluestone slab. He was not agile and he was extremely heavy. Every time he stepped on the sole of his boots, he would splash a lot of water, and every time the water splashed, his blade was sharp. Will reap an elite soldier of the Tang army.
Chao Xiaoshu sitting cross-legged in the rainstorm is equivalent to entrusting his life to him, so he always guarded Chao Xiaoshu’s front and back, turning himself and the Pudao in his hand into the previous one. The net of death.
The right elbow fumbled, and the blade sank and cut off a Tang Jun’s knee. Ning Que couldn’t draw the knife. He lifted his left foot and bounced out like a flying stone, kicking another Tang Jun’s pubic area fiercely, and then The hands of the slender handle that were wrongly held were turned, and the blade was lifted from the bottom up, breaking the abdomen of the third Tang Jun. Another figure jumped forward, and he twisted his waist while squatting on the ground. He held the knife with one hand and swiped hard. The light of the knife appeared, and he cut off several calves.
The black mask has long been wet by rain, and the breath that comes out is damp, but the eyebrows exposed outside the mask are calm as usual, and even seem a little numb. His movements are extremely simple, but the killing effect is abnormal. Surprisingly, under the knife in front of him, those brave Tang Jun elites are like woods, constantly being chopped down and overturned.
No matter how dense the crossbow rain is, or how cold the blade is, he always stands in front of Chao Xiaoshu, never going back! Even if his shoulder was scratched by a crossbow bolt, even if the side of his leg was pierced by a blade, he did not retreat!
Listen to a loud noise coming from the Yulou, as if an iron pot was smashed with a brick, and the copper bowl in front of the ascetic monk finally cracked and shattered under that plentiful sword!
The hat on the top of the ascetic monk's head split at the same time as the copper bowl ruptured, a faint color flashed across his dark face, and his handprints changed again. The rosary that had been guarding his body stopped spinning and suddenly turned into a black line. The snake snake swished around the thin green steel sword that was about to stab his face, making the sword's power stop.
Looking at the building in silence towards the little tree, his right hand exposed outside his sleeve drew through the stagnant water beside him, and he picked up a handful of rainwater and sprinkled in front of him, listening to the thin green steel sword in the rain building following his This action suddenly began to hum and vibrate, like a real dragon about to break the cloud, rushing forward hard and fast!
Soybean-sized raindrops fell on the bluestone board, making a light popping noise, the new branches that were blown off by the wind made a light popping noise, and listening to the rain building also made a soft popping noise, that The iron wood rosary that lives on the Qinggang sword is scattered everywhere!
The ascetic monk closed his eyes with a bitter smile, and the green steel sword whistled through the more than one hundred iron wood rosary beads in the air, piercing deeply into his dark eyebrows, blood slowly oozing out, and his bitter smile froze. .
At the front gate of the Chao Mansion, Ning Que looked at the enemies not far away, and slowly pulled Pu Dao out of the chest of a Tang Army soldier.
Click, click, the loose rosary hit the wall on the pillar and then fell on the wooden floor.
The still alive Tang Jun elites, looking at the middle-aged man sitting cross-legged in the rainstorm and smiling, looking at the masked teenager standing silent in the rainstorm with a knife, their hearts were filled with despair.
The sound of a carriage came from the alley.
Slowly raised his brows towards the tree.
Chang'an South City, the most profitable Gouxing Gambling House in the hands of Master Meng has become a ruin, smashed gambling equipment is thrown all over the street, and the bargaining chip representing silver money is soaked in the foul rain on weekdays. No one dared to pick it. By the side of the road, there were a dozen or so gambling house guards with broken legs crying and crying, but no one dared to curse those **** perpetrators with words, even resentment Dare not have the expression.
More than 40 Chunfeng Pavilions in Tsing Yi, trousers and boots stood around indifferently. They were maintaining order and at the same time announcing their presence to everyone in Nancheng. At the forefront of the crowd, Qi Laosi took it from his subordinates. One side of the cyan handkerchief wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. There was no proud and proud expression on his face. On the contrary, he looked a little anxious, because he knew that although the ichthyosaur gang took advantage of the situation to invade a large amount of territory tonight, the eldest brother was facing it alone at the Chunfeng Pavilion There is no one beside him in the ambush of those powerful enemies.
The same story and similar scenes are happening in Chang'an City tonight. The pawnshops and brothels under the control of Uncle Cat were smashed by a group of tough men in Tsing Yi, and another group of men in Tsing Yi controlled Shunsuke. The three outer rooms of the house, and then directly flatten the three luxurious courtyards.
The spring rain of Liang Se has been pattering, and there are signs of getting bigger. Tonight, all the major forces in the underground world of Chang'an have poured into the East City through the tiger skin of the government. The Lao Chao launched an offensive, but no one thought that the Dark Night legend actually used himself as a bait, taking advantage of the time when the forces in the South City West City were all emptied, sending all the brothers in the gang to control the situation.
After tonight, as long as Chunfengting Lao Chao is still alive, then he and his brothers can take all the Chang'an City in the night in their own hands, but... tonight's Chao Xiaoshu is only alone. His brothers who had been bloodied for many years are not there, can he survive?
Chang'an North City, in the heavily guarded Yulin Army garrison, Yulin Army general Cao Ning looked at the two lieutenants with their hands tied in front of him and sneered: "Chang Siwei? Should I call you regular? Three? Fei Jingwei, should I call you Fei Liu? I didn’t expect the two masters of the Yulong Gang to be hidden in my Yulin Army."
Chang Siwei is a mild-tempered middle-aged man. He looked at his immediate boss and smiled slightly and said, "Do you really know it or not? There are many people earning foreign money in the barracks. As far as I know, the general You seem to be a bit involved with Master Meng and Uncle Cat."
Fei Jingwei remained silent, but stared coldly at Cao Ning's face, as if to stare out the old face.
Cao Ning took two sips of the tea bowl and said, "What's the point of saying these things now? It's just a verbal effort. You two are just little captains. If it's not for the face of Chunfeng Pavilion , Why should I tell you this nonsense? But you should not think that relying on the support of Chunfeng Pavilion, you can put your score in front of the general, you only need a piece of order, you can’t leave the camp, as long as you dare to leave the camp , I would be able to kill you directly without requesting an order, and you can’t leave the camp, Chunfeng Pavilion will die tonight."
"Chunfeng Pavilion is dead." He slowly entered the tea bowl and said calmly, "So you are useless."
Chang Siwei smiled and said: "Many people in this world are dead, and my elder brother will not die."
"There has never been anyone in this world who can't kill." Cao Ning stared at his face and said with a cold voice: "I have so many nobles in Datang who want to appreciate Chunfengting's face, he doesn't want it, I want to see. So many nobles want him to die, how can a figure in Chang'an rivers and lakes come back from him!"
At the point where the voice fell, the door curtain was opened, and the cold night breeze wrapped a few raindrops floating in. Cao Ning was slightly startled, and was about to be angry and reprimanded. Suddenly his expression became stiff, and he subconsciously stood up and bowed his hands in salute. : "Duke Lin...It's so night, why are you here? You...what are you?"
The short and chubby Duke Lin looked at him with a smile on his face, and said, "Nothing else, just at the palace gate. I heard that the Yulin Army raised the alert level tonight. I came to ask what happened. Son."
Then Grandpa Lin turned and looked at the two school captains who had their hands tied back, frowning and asked, "What's the matter?"
The torches in the Xiaoqi Camp were shining on the racecourse. Even the continuous rain could not be extinguished. Chu Ren, the deputy commander of Xiaoqi Camp, stared angrily at the man with the Chinese character face on the opposite side, and roared: "Liu Si, you bastard! The battalion is a military order issued by the military! If you dare to break into the battalion, I dare to cut your head!"
The man with the Chinese character face is extremely burly and tall. Even if he sits on the horse, his feet are about to drop to the ground. Hearing the reprimand of the deputy commander, his face is still expressionless, and his right hand slowly strokes the iron beside the saddle. With the gun, his eyes penetrated Yeyu and looked at a place called Chunfeng Pavilion in Chang'an East City.
His name is Liu Si, and the Yulong Gang ranks fifth. When Chunfeng Pavilion was always leaning on a sword to lay a piece of rivers and lakes in Chang'an City, it was this person who stood by the side of the small tree, and Tonight he can't stand beside his elder brother to shield him from arrows, only silently hope that the kid whom elder brother fancy can get things done.
Liu Si looked back at the deputy commander Chu Ren at the gate of the camp, looked at the densely packed soldiers, and said blankly: "Master commander, I dare not defy the military order to enter the camp, but I was torn by your own hands ten years ago. After dropping the promotion order, I have always wanted to fight with you. I don’t know if you dare or dare."
In a remote and quiet room in the imperial palace, a voice with a strong Hebei accent resounded: "Old Chen, you are an old man in the guard department. Although you left your job in the early years, you have been a day old The inner guard, you were the Ouchi guard in your life. You are the face of the emperor. Where should you participate in this kind of quack? I know that you have a good relationship with the old court, but tonight you should be very clear that the plan was made by the master himself. , Who dares to stop?"
The carriage slowly stopped in the rain, only ten feet away from the house of Chunfeng Pavilion.