Nightfall Chapter 61: Billions of rain falling from the sky
Chapter 61 Hundreds of millions of drops of rain falling from the sky
In an instant, there were fourteen lightning-like feather arrows in the air between the front entrance of the Chao Mansion and the carriage in the rain. These feather arrows crossed the side of the Chao Xiao tree and pierced the dense raindrops, very strangely. Avoiding interception by the burly coachman on the cowl of the carriage, then left fourteen holes in the curtain of the carriage and swished in.
In the carriage, Xiao Kuyu frowned, and her extremely sad old face looked even more haggard at this time. Staring at the space in front of her, endless thoughts seemed to fill the carriage, and the carriage was faintly filled. The faint smell of orchid fragrance, in this orchid-like air, is a very strange picture.
The feather arrow that resembles lightning outside the car, once it gets close to this old strong man, it seems to have entered a relatively static space, instantly losing all speed and becoming a static dead object!
The fourteen feather arrows were all weirdly floating in the air, none of them could touch his primitive clothes, and one feather arrow was suspended in the air in the carriage, not far from Xiao Kuyu’s frowning eyebrows. At a distance of three inches, two feather arrows were still in front of his eyes, and more feather arrows were still floating in front of his hands!
The stationary feather arrows fall lightly, like the rain outside the car, more like the green leaves shot down by the rain, and then the sharp arrow clusters, and the hard arrow shaft, once the boxwood hardwood bow and twist are lost The speed given by Jinxuan lost all its lethality, and fell at Xiao Kuyu's feet like garbage.
However, in order to deal with these fourteen lightning bolts, even if it was Xiao Kuyu, a strong man in the army, his spirit could not help being affected, and there was a loophole in the power of mind in controlling the vitality of the world around the carriage.
For a character like Chao Xiaoshu, any loopholes in the enemy are his opportunities. He felt the layers of silk wrap around his heart loosen a bit, the pain from the needle stabbing at the sea of qi was a bit weaker, and his steady foot step was frustrated. He screamed, and the green shirt shook the rain. Fly, the whole person's body turned into a fallen leaf and floated on the carriage!
The burly coachman on the shaft snorted, and the horse whip made of unknown material in his hand slammed over. The extremely dim khaki light in the coarse cloth shirt disappeared instantly, and he was obviously a warrior. .
Beside an old Master with an astonishing state of physical decline, there is bound to be a close attendant with a powerful force. Even Ning Que can think of this, and Chao Xiaoshu will naturally not miscalculate.
With a flick of a whip, the wind and rain changed, and the drenched green shirt on the little tree was slammed by the strong wind, and at this time his body had turned into a fallen leaf, extremely soft and lightly avoiding the past. , Indexing **** in the left hand and making a sword fight, poked at the body of the coachman from a distance, and a white line suddenly appeared in the chaotic rain at his fingertips.
The coachman snorted again, and the whip circled in the air to smash the finger. When he was waiting to swing the whip again to stop the small tree, he was interrupted by the severe pain in his lower abdomen.
He stared round his eyes and looked down, and saw an ordinary Pudao knife deeply inserted in his stomach!
Ning Que, who rushed all the way to shoot arrows in the rain, knew that the great teacher in the carriage and the horseman on the cowl were practitioners, but there was no pause in his steps, just a moment later than towards the tree and ran to the front of the carriage. Then he rolled over on the spot, got under the two horses, avoided the gaze of the coachman, and threw his arrow away.
The other person is under the horse's belly, but the Pudao he is holding tightly in his right hand is stabbed obliquely upwards from behind the horse's buttocks and from under the cowl. This insidious blade accurately avoids the soft armor that the opponent may be wearing. Deeply poke into the other's abdomen!
The penetration of the blade into the abdomen is not a fatal injury. Ning Que rolled his wrist blankly and twisted and twisted the Pu knife in his hand, suddenly twisting the internal organs of the carriage close to the abdomen into a mess.
The coachman looked at the Pu knife that was wringing in his abdomen, his face was horrified and desperate, his throat croaked, and the metal knife face that had been washed by rain for a long time was cold, but he felt very cold. Hot.
Ning Que was not in the mood to admire the face of his opponent before he died. He put his palm on the cowl, turned his body dexterously, rushed past the driver’s side, and followed Chao Xiaoshu’s figure into the car. Among the mysterious carriage.
The curtain rises in the cold spring rain.
Chao Xiaoshu's face was pale, his eyes were bright, and he waved away the short stick that Xiao Kuyu had hit on him.
Xiao Kuyu's complexion changed abruptly, adjusting all the power of thought in the group, and wanted to kill this difficult character directly.
Ning Que passed between Chao Xiaoshu's knees and knelt forward with a muffled snort, piercing the soles of Xiao Kuyu's feet with a sharp knife in his hand.
Xiao Kuyu howled in pain like an old dying beast, because of the sharp pain on the soles of his feet, meditation was interrupted again, but his old palms, which were like dead branches, were already open like puffball fans and were about to shoot. under!
Without an expression, he slammed into the old man's arms with a blank face, smashed the opponent's all-inspired blow, drew a sharp dagger from the boot, and slammed it into the opponent's neck!
Puff!
One cut.
Two dollars.
Three knives.
Fourteen dollars.
Chao Xiaoshu knelt on Xiao Kuyu’s skinny body, squeezed his right shoulder with his left hand, and kept stabbing him with a sharp dagger in his right hand. There was no expression on his face. The blood was sprayed on the green shirt, turning Make inexplicable shades of flowers.
In the end, only a thin layer of skin and flesh remained on the old man's neck. Even if Master Haotian couldn't resurrect, he took back the dagger in his hand and slowly stood up in the carriage.
The other carriage at the entrance of the alley has not moved, and it has been quietly parked in the majestic spring rain, whether it is the first massacre, the fierce battle in the palace, or the thrilling arrow cut in the streets. The teacher did not move the fat young man in the carriage, he just quietly watched his hand pointing to God like a lotus knot.
There are several recognized laws in the world of practitioners. Teachers of the same realm can basically sweep the sword master Fushi peers of the same realm, just as the old man Lu Qingchen at Beishan Pass can stabilize the academy abandoned student. , However, the final result of this battle tonight is somewhat unexpected.
"It is also the top grade of the Dongxuan realm. The Great Sword Master actually killed the Great Nian Master. It is really unintelligible. But Chao Xiaoshu, you are really amazing, the battle between the practitioners was forced by you. It has a magnificent taste of iron and blood."
Although the fat young man is young, he is already worshipped by the Prince's Mansion. In his heart, he silently admires and sighs the power and vigor of the young tree, but his eyes are still full of indifferent meaning. Before he was disdainful to shoot, but He believes that as long as he makes a move, no matter how powerful Chao Xiaoshu and the guy who hasn't seen, there will be a dead end.
Because he is... the invincible Wang Jinglue below the fate of heaven.
"Let's go, let me go and give this Chang'an Dark Night Legend the last ride."
Wang Jinglue gently rubbed his smooth and plump fingers, said with a slight smile, his words were full of strong confidence, and there was such an uncontrollable excitement. Every time before killing a truly strong man, he Very excited.
The carriage did not move, and no one answered his orders. Wang Jing frowned slightly, and there were a few rare fine lines on his tight and wide forehead. He squinted his eyes and felt the carriage through the heavy curtain. The vitality of the surroundings fluctuated, but nothing was unusual, and no one was watching in the alley.
There was dead silence inside and outside the carriage, only accompanied by the sound of rushing rain. This young and powerful man, who is known as invincible below the realm of fate, gave a strong warning sign in his heart, but he felt that this warning sign was without reason. He sat quietly in the car and was silent for a long time. Hearing the sound of rain outside the car, he suddenly reached out and opened the heavy curtain in front of him.
A corner of the car curtain was lifted, and suddenly the corner of the curtain floated out lightly, floated out for half a meter, and then lightly floated to the ground.
Wang Jing slightly squinted his eyes at the corner of the curtain in the rain in the distance. With a flick of his right finger, the curtain in front of him swayed again, and then cut again without accident, turning into a piece of cloth in the rain.
There seems to be an invisible knife beside the carriage.
I didn’t sense any fluctuations in the mind of the practitioners, only the vitality between the heavens and the earth changed slightly when the curtain was cut and drifted away. If he is not the strongest of the younger generation of Datang, maybe even that thread The subtle changes in the vitality of heaven and earth can't be noticed.
Thinking of a certain possibility, Wang Jinglue's face turned pale.
After a while, pride finally defeated the fear of the unknown. He snorted, and the ten chubby fingers of his hands opened like white lilies with over-nutrition, and the strong fluctuations instantly invaded from the compartment to the periphery, turning the car The windows and doors shook open, and he groaned, and he wanted to get out of the car.
But the next moment he stopped his body in embarrassment and turned into a stone sculpture in the rain.
The entire alleyway has become another world. His attempt to break through directly triggered a dangerous atmosphere between the heavens and the earth. The rain accumulated on the bluestone slab on the ground began to tremble violently, jumping into the air from time to time and then falling, like The men and women dance crazy at the Dahe Country Spring Festival!
The night sky above the alley has become the magical workshop of Master Haotian, and all the raindrops falling from that night sky have become sharp and irresistible knives!
Countless raindrops are like countless sharp knives, falling from above the night sky, on the carriage in the alleyway, on the board of the carriage, the board of the carriage is broken, falling on the cowl, and the cowl turned into wood powder , Falling on the two steeds in front of the shaft, Ma Erming was cut into fleshy flesh by raindrops without a sound!
Wan drops of the spring rain fell into the alley. Everything around the carriage in the rain fell apart and shattered. The strange thing was that the rain falling in the carriage was as gentle as the real spring rain, hitting Wang Jing’s pale cheeks without leaving behind. The next blood stain.
Wang Jinglue looked very embarrassed in the rain, sitting sadly on the only remaining car plate under him. His clothes had already been soaked, and his wet hair was weak on his forehead. He looked up at the raindrops in the night sky in a daze, and his body began to tremble violently uncontrollably, not knowing whether it was because of the cold or the panic.
He looked down at the four alleys around him with difficulty, watching the rain dancing on the ground in the alleys, watching the faint "well" composed of the four alleys and rainwater, his pale lips moved slightly , Murmured to himself:
"Hound character?"
Rain water dripped from the wet hair on his forehead, Wang Jing turned his head in despair, searching for the enemy in the rainy night. The pride and self-confidence in daily life had already turned into despair and fear. He suddenly coughed violently and bent. Waist, slapped heavily with the rain around her, crying like a bullied child:
"Impossible! How come there is a runemaster!"
"Who drew this symbol!"