Thunderbolt –

The thunder swept through the rainy night, Chang'an City was calm, and no one noticed the small hustle and bustle in a mansion in Chongrenfang.

The raindrops crackled and hit the tiles, and Lao Qi stared at the surrounding situation intently. The living room was full of Jianghu people or the emperor's guards, so naturally there was no need for guards to escort them, and the rest of the house was very quiet.

Zhu Manzhi was lying on the roof in a robe, poking out half of his head on the ridge, looking at the living room opposite the rain curtain with his big mouth, refusing to even blink his eyes.

In the midst of a thunderstorm, the living room became quieter.

More than a dozen people stood up, staring at the clothed guest standing in the middle of the living room, the candle flame occasionally swayed in the wind, and the shadows dragged out on the ground were all immovable, and the atmosphere was a little suffocating.

"It's up to you?"

Xu Buling pointed the long sword at the ground obliquely, and the eyes under the hat swept indifferently towards the surrounding people.

Zhang Xiang's eyes were gloomy and a little angry.

The rivers and lakes are the rivers and lakes, and the imperial court is the imperial court.

Chang'an, the central government, at the feet of the Son of Heaven, the court arrests the traitor, how can there be a saying that more can not be bullied less?

"Take it!"

A soft sound sounded in the living room.

Liu Yunlin and several wolf guard leaders immediately blocked the retreat, and they did not carry a blade to participate in the full moon wine, but so many masters should not be underestimated with their bare hands.

Chen Daoping and Zhang Buxian were the best martial arts in the field, and they separated from each other on the left and right, attacking Xu Buling with their palms like goshawks pounceing on rabbits.

Zhang Xiang let go and pulled out the Yanling knife from the knife platform under the middle hall of the living room, and after the crisp sound of 'choking', a cold light slashed into the middle of the living room.

Nine whips slipped out of the sleeves of the nine-section Niangniang palace skirt and threw them off in the living room, making a 'snap' whip sound.

In the brightly lit living room, there was a murderous scene in the sky.

Xu Buling stood with his sword, his palms did not dodge in the face of the volley, his boots shook the stone bricks on the ground, and at the same time, the figures had already come to the two Taoist priests, and the blade in his hand was like a white snake spitting out a letter, stabbing Chen Daoping's throat.

"Beware!"

Everyone's vigilance has been pulled to the fixed point, and he is a master who has been famous for a long time in the rivers and lakes, and he will definitely not rush up to death in a daze.

Chen Daoping was already a feint, but he retracted the palm that was slapped out halfway, and waved his big sleeves like the wind, trying to roll up the attacking blade.

Heavenly Master Zhang Bu's boots rubbed a white line on the ground, and his five fingers were like hooks, grabbing Xu Buling's legs from the bottom three ways.

The nine-section whip in the hand of the nine-section lady has been swung out, and it is exactly entangled in the blade of the sword, as long as this combined attack is successful and restricted, Zhang Xiang, who rushed over, can cut off the thief's head from Chen Daoping's back.

It's a pity that even if the four of them see each other and are well-informed, they won't understand the weight of the eight words 'one block thousand, martial arts'.

Just listen to the crisp sound of 'pop'.

Xu Buling twisted the iron sword in his hand, and smashed the big sleeves of Chen Daoping's robe, and the cloth splattered out, and it actually wiped out a few blood marks on the faces of the surrounding wolf guards.

Whoop -

The nine-section whip was pulled with a crisp sound.

The movements of everyone in the living room seemed to be frozen, and only one of them was moving. Because it was so fast, it was so fast that Zhang Xiang could only see a flash of sword light.

Xu Buling twisted the blade of the sword, and with great force, he pulled the nine-section lady who was holding the nine-section whip to a stumble.

Jiujie Niangniang just noticed the vigorous coming from her hand, and before she had time to throw away the nine-section whip, she slapped it from nowhere, right in the chest, and the soft but strong force shook through the internal organs, and the not very heavy body was immediately slapped out, and let out a muffled cough in the air, and then fell into the Taishi chair, slid out a little, and passed out with a partial neck.

The action was too fast, Zhang Xiang and the others didn't have time to stop it, and their eyes were even more furious when they saw that the concubine was injured. Soaring Chinese

Zhang Buxian's claws had already grabbed Xu Buling's calves, and the Heavenly Master's robe suddenly bulged, and his hands pulled violently, trying to throw Xu Buling to the ground.

Chen Daoping withdrew his palm and didn't have time to slap it a second time, but Zhang Xiang's Yanling knife silently passed through the big sleeves of the newly torn Taoist robe, until Xu Buling's heart was broken.

His legs were restricted and he couldn't move, and in the face of Zhang Xiang's knife, it was obviously a mortal situation.

What the three of them didn't expect was that Zhang Buxian pulled with all his strength, and the legs on his hands did not move at all, as if they were nailed to the ground.

Zhang Bu's eyes flashed with a touch of consternation, and he was about to withdraw if he was not good, he never thought that his shoulder was cold, and the stinging pain in his heart came, and the blade of the sword directly passed through the shoulder blades, stabbed out from the back and in front of him, and nailed into the ground for more than three inches.

"Uh-"

A brief muffled grunt.

Xu Buling was bare-handed, ignoring the claws on his legs, his knees bent slightly and rushed forward, and his palms together caught the slashing Yanling knife.

Zhang Xiang slashed out, as if he had slashed into gloomy wood, and it was difficult for the blade to survive the abrupt day, and then it was a bull-like force to twist the blade, making his wrist flip, and the Yanling knife immediately twisted out a strange arc.

"Drink—"

Xu Buling did not stop his body while restraining Yanling's knife, and snorted violently, his shoulder was like a hammer crashing into Chen Daoping's chest and abdomen.

I only heard a crisp sound of 'click-', and my bones cracked and my chest sank.

Before Chen Daoping's palm fell on Xu Buling's forehead, the whole person was knocked out by the mountain and smashed on Zhang Xiang behind him.

And it was not until this time that the first Jiujie Niangniang who was photographed crashed into the Taishi chair.

"Shhhh

Everything was just in the blink of an eye, in the eyes of Liu Yunlin and others, it was nothing more than four people rushing up, and then flying out of three, and one was nailed to the ground, exchanging a few tricks and not seeing it clearly at all.

Several wolf guard leaders didn't expect that the three secret guard masters would be defeated in an instant, and Zhang Xiang also lost his sword, as if he saw Shura descend into the world, and he was stunned on the spot.

Liu Yunlin's mind was lively, and when he saw that the situation was not good, he turned around and wanted to run out.

It's a pity that Xu Buling is not confused.

After repelling the four masters who were encircled, Xu Buling ignored Zhang Xiang and Chen Daoping, who had just fallen out, his footsteps wandered like a cheetah surprise attack, and only the afterimage of the black-robed hunting remained, and he came to several wolf guard leaders in an instant, and after three punches and two feet overturned a few people, his sleeve robe waved, and a teacup on the tea case was rolled.

Sa –

The teacup was like a strong crossbow with a terrifying wind-breaking sound, but not even a drop of tea splashed out, and when it slid through the living room, the lid, cup, and coaster separated, and the back of the heads of the three people who escaped.

Smack-

The porcelain pieces shattered and splashed, and the three running figures fell to the ground at the same time, lifeless.

Xu Buling pulled the hat at this time, and turned his head to look at the living room - the tables and chairs were broken everywhere, the nine people were lying on the ground and did not know whether they were alive or dead, Zhang Bu was sticking an iron sword in his back, his face was sickly red, and the nine section Niangniang was paralyzed on the Taishi chair.

The window with a big hole in the wind and rain drifted in, blowing and swaying the candles.

"Ahem—"

Chen Daoping's eyes were blood-red, he kept coughing up blood beads, he tried to get up, but after gritting his teeth a few times, his arms were still weak, and he lay on the ground without a sound.

Zhang Xiang had already stood up, his face was gloomy, staring at the Yanling knife held in the other party's hand over there, his fists clenched, and he didn't say a word.

The wind and rain outside the building, the blood in the pavilion is lit.

Hantan hides the dragon and tiger, and there is no one in the sword!

In the living room, where Fang was still talking and laughing, there was only a dead silence that fell into despair......