Chapter 56 The carriage in the rain and the sword again

On a cold rainy night, the Spring Breeze Pavilion looks at the alley outside the mansion.

The middle-aged fat man stood next to the carriage, standing in the rain, bending down and saying in a low voice: "Chao Xiaoshu is indeed a practitioner. It seems that his level is not low. The situation is a bit tricky now..."

The man in the carriage coughed twice and said calmly: "What's the rush? Aren't there two strangers invited by the Ministry of Revenue in the government? If they can't stop that gangster, we won't take action anymore. Chi... As for those Jianghu people who die, how many days don't a few rats die in the gutter of Chang'an City? "

Hundreds of brave Jianghu men from Chang'an City poured in from all directions. In the eyes of outsiders, they were like rats in the gutter. At this critical moment of life and death, they showed amazing fighting power and bloody spirit.

However, Chunfengting Laochao is a practitioner. They are just ordinary Jianghu people. The gap in strength between the two sides is like the distance between an eagle and an ant. The sword shadow passes through the leg and brings up a cloud of blood flowers, which passes around the neck. A big head fell off, the man holding the ax broke his fingers, and the man wielding the knife fell in the rain. No matter how strong the fighting power is, it is not worth mentioning in front of the sword shadow that disappears and appears. No matter how strong the bloody spirit is, it will always collapse in despair after the companions fall from time to time.

He walked calmly towards the small tree. His green shirt had already been wet by the rain. However, just like Ning Que did every time he saw him, no one would think that the number one person in Chang'an at night was embarrassed. He walked in the spring rain, just like It is as natural as the spring rain, and the breath exuding from the body is like the spring rain that nourishes the earth, making people unable to resist or even want to resist.

The gang members from Chang'an Xicheng Nancheng looked at the middle-aged man walking in the rain, as if they saw a demon nodding to them gracefully, and then raised its claws to easily crush him into pieces. They were so shocked that they could no longer do anything. Suppressing the fear in his heart, someone shouted and everyone finally dispersed.

Characters like Nancheng Meng, Nishiro Shunsuke, and Uncle Cat had quietly slipped away at some point. Except for the corpses washed away by the rain and the seriously wounded groaning around the dilapidated Chunfeng Pavilion, there was no one left standing. people, the world is quiet - if you ignore the corpses and injured in the rain, the sudden smell of blood that cannot be diluted by the rain and the collapsed corner of the Spring Breeze Pavilion.

Ning Que silently walked forward behind Xiaoshu. He held the handle of the knife tightly with both hands, and the sharp blade lay across his chest and was soaked by the rain. From the beginning to the end, he did not make a single blow. This one-sided massacre ended here, but he did not relax, nor did he feel any embarrassment or apology, because He knows that the real danger has yet to come - if you have the opportunity to fight with a practitioner, then there is a high chance that the enemy you meet will be one or even several practitioners.

One step at a time, he walked towards the small tree to the door of his house. There was no sword in the scabbard beside him. The sword was walking through the night rain in an unknown direction at this time. He stretched out his free hands and gently pushed the door axis, which was wet by the rain. Let out a strange moan,

The courtyard door was pushed open, and dozens of Tang Army elites in dark ponchos greeted them with crossbows in hand, with firm and cold expressions; behind the rain curtain, on the wooden floor of Tingyu Building, the middle-aged man in a star-white gown frowned slightly. Frowning, the dagger in the sheath beside him hummed; the ascetic wearing a hat slowly raised his head, the rosary in his hand froze slightly; the two carriages at the far entrance of the alley were still quiet, and the sound of coughing in one of the carriages disappeared. where.

Quiet or quiet, the gentle sound of wind ripples through the leaves and beams, the patter of rain rumbles in the courtyard and the small pool. They look at each other, and no one chooses to take action first.

The silence may be long, or it may be short. Chao Xiaoshu looked past the group of crossbow-wielding soldiers and landed on the ascetics and swordsmen in the building. He said calmly: "This is my home. Please get out."

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

Chao Xiaoshu looked at the dagger that was vibrating next to this person, thoughtfully, and suddenly asked: "During the rain a few days ago, was it you who killed my little brother?"

The long-robed swordsman leaned forward slightly, indicating that he was that person.

Chao Xiaoshu raised the corners of his lips slightly, looked at him and said, "Then you will be the first to die today."

The rain kept falling, flowing down the tiled eaves on the roof of Tingyu Building, turning into a curtain of water. The copper bowl in front of the ascetic monk kept holding the rainwater, accumulating more and more, and finally overflowed at this moment.

Take action towards Xiaoshu.

He raised his right arm and pointed at the long-robed swordsman in Tingyu Tower from afar through the heavy rain curtains and the elite Tang troops who were waiting with crossbows.

With a pointing finger, a shrill roar suddenly sounded in the rainy night. The thin sword that had always been hidden in the spring rain at night finally showed its traces. From the rainy building, I heard lightning piercing the sky!

The long-robed swordsman's eyes shrank sharply, and he clicked and flicked the middle finger of his right hand hanging beside him. The dagger beside him, which was about to be drawn out, came out of its sheath with a clear sound, and turned into a clear light to protect him.

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

Although the ascetic monk remained silent, he kept vigilantly watching the movements around him. If the vitality of the sky and earth above him fluctuated slightly, he knew that Chao Xiaoshu had already made a move. Although he didn't know that he was the target of this sword, the instinct of a Buddhist disciple made him slap the wooden board next to him with his withered palm. Smoke and dust shook in the gaps between the wooden boards, and the copper bowl in front of the wooden steps seemed to have been kicked. , suddenly bounced up, sending countless water splashes in the air.

The gray sword shadow broke the air, penetrating the crystal clear and transparent water, but was blocked by the copper bowl. The crispy sound of the eardrum is cracked!

The face of the ascetic monk exposed outside the hat was slightly dark, and at this moment it became extremely pale, and he obviously suffered some losses. At this moment, the long-robed swordsman raised his eyebrows, and when he saw the opportunity, he flipped his wrist quickly, and hit the second Point and point to the sword duel Chao Xiaoshu was standing at the door of the mansion. The dagger that had just been flying half a circle around him turned sharply and turned into a ray of green light that stabbed straight towards Xiaoshu's face. At this time, Chao Xiaoshu's flying sword was in contact with him. If the ascetic's bronze bowl collides with each other, how can he protect himself?

Ning Que, who was standing silently behind Chao Xiaoshu and holding the handle of the long knife tightly, moved. He quickly dodged to the left. Just when he was about to escape from Chao Xiaoshu, he forcibly stopped his steps. He was not afraid of the man in the gown. The swordsman's method was not to be afraid of the blue light dagger, but to find that he still didn't need to take action.

Because after Chao Xiaoshu's flying sword collided with the ascetic's copper bowl, although it failed to break out of the bowl, it did not fall to the ground. Instead, with the force of the violent impact, the unknown meanings on the thin green steel sword were The gap lines suddenly enlarged and separated at that moment, miraculously turning into five extremely thin sword pieces in the air and shooting quickly!

Something can arise out of nothing, over and over again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, it becomes five.

One sword attack towards the small tree turned into five.