Nightfall Chapter 56: The carriage in the rain, the sword again and again

Chapter 56 The carriage in the rain, the sword again and again

Leng Yu Ye, Chunfeng Pavilion, the alley outside Chaofu.

The middle-aged fat man was standing next to the carriage, standing in the rain, bending over and lowering his voice and said, "As expected, Chao Xiaoshu is a cultivator. It seems that his realm is not low. The situation is a bit tricky now..."

The man in the carriage coughed twice, and said calmly: "What's the hurry? Are there still two foreigners invited by the Husband in the mansion? If they can't stop the chaotic guy, let's It's not too late...As for those people who die, how many mice will never die in the gutter of Chang'an City?"

Hundreds of brave and brave men from the rivers and lakes of Chang'an City rushed from all directions. They were like gutter rats in the eyes of the world's stellar people, and at this critical moment of life and death broke out extremely astonishing combat power and blood.

However, the old Chunfeng Pavilion were practitioners. They were just ordinary people from the rivers and lakes. The difference in strength between the two sides was like the distance between the eagle and the ant. The sword shadow passed through the legs and brought a **** flower around the neck. After dropping a big head, the man holding the axe broke his finger, and the man wielding the knife fell into the rain. No matter how strong the fighting power is in front of the looming sword shadow, no matter how strong the blood is, it will always be desperately collapsed after the companion falls from time to time.

Go forward calmly towards the little tree. His shirt has already been wet by the rain, but like Ning Que every time he sees him, no one will feel that the first person in the dark night in Chang'an is embarrassed. He walks in the spring rain. Here, it is as natural as a spring rain, and the breath that comes out of the body is like a spring rain that nourishes the earth, making people unable to resist or even want to resist.

The gang from the South City of Chang'an West City looked at the middle-aged man walking in the rain, as if they saw a demon nodding to themselves gracefully, and then raised their claws to easily smash themselves into pieces. They were shocked. I could no longer suppress the fear in my heart. I didn't know who made a shout, and everyone finally dispersed.

Lord Nancheng Meng, Xicheng Shunsuke and Uncle Cat, have slipped away without knowing when, except for the corpses that were constantly washed by the rain, and the severely wounded and moaning severely wounded, they will never be seen again. A standing person, the world is quiet-if you ignore the corpses and the wounded in the rain, the **** smell that can't be diminished by the rain suddenly and the corner of the spring wind pavilion crashed.

Ning Que walked forward behind Xiaoshu in silence. He held the handle of the knife with both hands, and the sharp body of the knife was dripping with rain across his chest. From the beginning to the end, he never made a single knife. This one-sided massacre ended, but he did not relax and there was no embarrassment, because He knows that the real danger has not yet come-if you have the opportunity to fight with a practitioner, then the enemy you meet will most likely be one or even a few practitioners.

One step, two steps, walked towards the little tree to the door of his house. There was no sword in the sheath beside him. At this moment, the sword was walking through in the night rain. He stretched out his free hands and pushed it gently, getting wet by the rain. The door shaft made a weird moan,

The gate of the courtyard was pushed open, and dozens of Tang Jun elites in dark ponchos greeted each other with bows and crossbows, with a firm and indifferent expression; behind the rain curtain, on the wooden floor of the Tingyu Building, the middle-aged man in a star white gown The man frowned slightly, and the short sword in the sheath next to him whispered; the ascetic monk wearing the hat slowly raised his head, his rosary stiffened slightly; the two carriages in the far lane were still quiet, and the sound of coughing in one of the carriages I don't know where it went.

Quiet or quiet, the slight wind whispered between the leaves and beams, the patter of rain whispered between the courtyard and the small pond, looking at each other, no one chose to act first.

The silence may be long or short. The gaze towards Xiaoshu passed the group of sergeants holding crossbows, and landed on the ascetics and swordsmen in the building, and said calmly: "This is my home, please go out."

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

Looking at the dagger next to this person, looking at the little tree, thoughtfully, suddenly asked: "In that rain the other day, you killed my little brother? "

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

The corners of the lips were slightly tilted towards the tree, looked at him and said, "Then you will be the first to die today."

The rain has been falling, flowing down the eaves of the tiles on the roof of the listening rain building, turning into a curtain of water. The copper bowl in front of the ascetic monk has been carrying the rain, gradually accumulating, and at this moment it finally overflowed Came out.

Shoot at the tree.

He raised his right arm, and across the heavy rain curtain, across the elite Tang Jun who was waiting for the crossbow, he pointed at the swordsman in the long shirt in the Tingyu Building.

With a pointer, a stern whistle suddenly sounded in the rainy night, and the thin sword that had always been hidden in the night and the spring rain finally showed its traces, since the rain came upstairs like lightning!

The swordsman in the gown shrank sharply, and the right **** hanging beside him snapped and flicked, and the dagger beside him was eager to come out with a clear scabbard, turning into a clear light to protect himself. before.

Chao Xiaoshu said that he was the first person to die today, and he was the one who pointed at Xiaoshu across the curtain of rain. However, the target of Xiaoshu’s first sword was not him, but the one beside him. Ascetic monk!

Although the ascetic monk remained silent, he was always watching the surrounding movement vigilantly. There was a slight fluctuation in the vitality of the sky above, and he knew that Chao Xiaoshu had already started. Although he didn't know that he was the target of this sword, the Buddhist disciple's instinct made him slap the wooden plank beside him with his withered palm. The smoke and dust in the cracks of the plank shocked, and the copper bowl in front of the wooden steps seemed to be kicked. , Bounced suddenly, and numerous splashes of water were thrown in the air.

The gray sword shadow broke through the air, penetrating the crystal clear water like glass, but it was blocked by the copper bowl, and the sharp, high-speed thin sword collided with the awkward and thick copper bowl. A crisp sound that makes eardrums crack!

The face of the ascetic monk exposed outside the hat is a little black, and it becomes extremely pale at this moment, and it is obvious that he has suffered some losses. At this moment, the swordsman in the gown raised his eyebrows, and saw his wrists flipped strangely. The **** of Zhong Shi pointed to the small tree standing at the gate of the mansion for the sword. The short sword that was flying around him half a circle turned abruptly and turned into a blue light piercing the front gate of the small tree. Shi Chao Xiaoshu's flying sword was colliding with the ascetic monk's bronze bowl, how could he protect himself?

Ning Que, who was standing silently behind Chao Xiaoshu holding the long knife handle, moved. His body quickly flashed to the left. Just when he was about to flash towards Xiaoshu's body, he forcibly stopped his steps. He was not afraid. The method of the swordsman in long shirt was not to be afraid of the blue light dagger, but to find that he still didn't need to do it himself.

Because the flying sword towards the small tree collided with the copper bowl of the ascetic monk. Although it failed to break out of the bowl, it did not fall to the ground. Instead, it was on the thin green steel sword by the violent impact. Those unintentional gap lines suddenly enlarged and separated at that moment, and they turned into five extremely thin sword pieces in the air so wonderfully and shot!

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

Chao Xiaoshu turned five swords.