Chapter 58 You can enter the wind and rain night

Five sword films fly at a high speed in the rainy night, and the time is sometimes low and sharp, like a strange musical instrument, each occupies a space beside Xiaoshu Ning, and then rotates the position. Linking back and forth, all the courtyard spaces in the green branches and stagnant bluestone slabs.

The sword slices that are hidden in the rain are flying smoothly and flowing, sometimes rubbing the floor and passing by, splashing a puffy rainwater, and sometimes the deep sword marks on the wall, sometimes flying over the four of them. The sedentary of the sediment added a few more blood stains to them, and the sergeant who had not yet been dead would twitches when the sword was cut.

Chao Xiaoshu and Ning Que stand in this intangible sword net woven from five sword slices. Each line that woven this net represents the confrontation and death. The bluestone slab, the wall wet by the rain or the Tang army lying on the ground, cannot make those lines slowly, a gentle point.

The wind can enter the night and can enter the night, and people cannot enter.

No one dares to step into this invisible network that occupies the range of three feet. Even the most brave Tang Jun elite will not know that when you walk in, you will be forcibly stepped in. At this time, the front was pale and anxious to regulate the interest, and the bronze bowl rosary and the brilliant short sword hung quietly on them.

The gown swordsman from Nanjin looked at the small tree in the rain with a shocking face, and said bitterly: "I can't think of a gang head in Chang'an City ... it is a big sword master of Dongxuan Shangpin, and even ... Is this the strength and heritage of the Datang Empire? Never die.

Raise your left hand towards Xiaoshu, take off a green leaf that falls on the wet coat, and then raised his head and looked at the gown swordsman calmly: "You killed my brother, then no matter if you drop, you must die. "" "

The gown swordsman is silent.

The ascetic monk wearing a hat looked at Ning Que beside the small tree, looked at the black mask on his face, looked at his familiar but slightly weird bun, and frowned: "Young, you are you Monthly Round Chinese ""

Ning Que looked back at the ascetic monk without any response, but the brow on the black mask frowned slightly.

Chao Xiaoshu looked at the Tang Jun's elite to the courtyard, and his eyes gradually became cold. Shen Sheng said: "One is the big sword division of the South Jin Dynasty, the other is the ascetic monk of the Moon Run Kingdom, and you ... are my Tang soldier. For those so -called wealthy life, it is shameless to collusion with the exotic people. "

The leader of the Tang army lowered his head slightly, and seemed that he didn't want to be lost by the majestic rain, and seemed to be ashamed, and he couldn't face the cold and aggressive eyes towards the small tree.

Whenever there are battles involved in the strong practitioners, the entire battle is bound to be controlled by the practitioners. Ordinary people such as Ning Que and the Tang Jun Elite can only assist in support from the side, and they cannot control the battle. The practitioners' mental and physical strength and the most important thoughtful loss in the battle are extremely fast. When they cannot make the enemy, they often choose to temporarily retreat to regulate interest rate adjustment. At the moment, Tang Jun used the Shenhou crossbow to facing the small tree and facing the small tree. Worried that Ning Que could not respond, and adventure recalling the sword film, so there was a simple dialogue in the rainy night at this time.

"Let this matter end."

He said this in peace in Xiaoshu, and then raised his right arm to the direction of listening to the Yulou. His realm is above the Moonlon State State and Southern Jin Swordsman, so he is qualified to choose when to start a war.

That's it.

The five swords that flyed at high speeds between the courtyard seemed to hear a clear order. The running trajectory suddenly turned, and the dawn suddenly became more sharp, snoring the rainy night, stabbing the rain tower!

The ascetic monk's complexion suddenly tightened, his eyes were glaring, his hands quickly changed the handprint between the knees, and the copper bowl hanging in front of him flew up to welcome the enemy. High -speed rotation.

Nan Jinjian groaned, his face was pale as snow, but his lips were bright as blood. He entered the breath of the heavens and the earth inside and outside the rain building through Qi Hai Xue Mountain, and controlled the light -light sword lightning.

"wrong!"

The ascetic monk's eyes tightened sharply. Those gray sword shadows were faintly as if in the magnificent spring rain. It wasn't until Xiao Mingfei arrived at the Yulou that he could see that there were only four instead of five!

Where did the last sword film go?

The ascetic monk is trying to remind the Southern Jin Dynasty swordsman next to him, but it is too late.

A faint sword shadow quietly bypassed the eaves of the rain building, avoiding the perception of the two in the building, sliding down the wooden pillars, and then suddenly accelerating at a half -person height position, like a hot knife into snow, like snow in the snow, like snow in the snow Through the rough wooden pillar, it appears behind the swordsman of the Southern Jin Dynasty next moment!

The swordsman of the southern Jin Dynasty felt the chill behind his head. He had great fear in his heart. With a crazy trick hanging on his sleeve, the wiping and short sword in the air suddenly had a sudden meal, but he could not save the Lord.

With a slight loud noise, the sword was pierced into his back brain, and then poked his throat bone, hanging bloody shredded pork, and flew out like a strange worm who stuffed blood!

Nanjin sword guests stared at the small tree in the rain, covering the bloody throat backwards, until the moment he died, he finally confirmed that the opponent's reply speed really exceeded himself.

The owner was dead, and the blue short sword controlled by the power of thoughts suddenly fell into the rain, and he stood still twice. At that moment, the two sword films that were fighting with Biguo Short Sword, Li Xiao, and three other sword films were in one place. At high speed, the body of the monk was hit, but it was just a very dull little point, but it seemed to be like Rage on the field!

In the rain, the five sharp swords and hard copper bowls kept hitting, and they continued to impact with the high -speed dancing iron wooden rosary beads. A small golden flower like dandelion, from time to time, was blown away by the cool wind.

Suddenly, there were countless eloquences on the old monk's robes of the ascetic monk. The Buddha's hard work was not used to wearing a soft armor as the general practitioner. Blood -blooded people.

Looking at the Xiaoshu quietly, watching the Yulou, the hands hanging outside the sleeve didn't have any movements, but the five swords in the building were like his five intangible fingers, and from time to time, he bounced and pulled the killer's string law. Essence

The face washed by the rain was a point than before, and the eyebrows were slightly raised, and found that the aspiring monk's will exceeded his expectations. I saw that he was chic and the front of the blue shirt was ignored by the rain. Those Tang Jun, who was drinking himself, sat down in the heavy rain.

At the threshold of his house, he stared at the enemies in his own building. The sword eyebrows gradually converged and flattened. Gathering, re -condensing into a sword, without any fancy, it stabbed into that copper bowl like this!

At this moment, the other side was washed out of the wall outside the wall to a quiet and unmanned street exit. One of the two carriage finally moved slowly and drove towards the door of Chaofu. No trace.