The five sword blades flew at high speed in the rainy night, emitting sometimes low and sometimes sharp roars, like some kind of strange musical instruments, each occupying a space next to Chao Xiaoshu Ning Que, and then constantly changing directions, the five streamers connected back and forth, filling the courtyard space between the green branches that beat the rain and the bluestone slabs that accumulated water.

The sword blades that appeared and disappeared in the rain flew smoothly and elegantly, sometimes brushing the floor and sweeping low, splashing a puddle of rain, sometimes cutting deep sword marks on the wall, sometimes flying over the bodies of the four sergeants who were cut down by Ning Que, adding a few more blood marks to their bodies, and the sergeants who were not yet dead would have a convulsion when they were cut by the sword slices.

Chao Xiaoshu and Ning Que stood in this invisible sword net woven by five sword pieces, and every line woven into this net represented unstoppable edge and death, whether it was the hard bluestone slab, the wall wet by the rain or the corpse of the Tang Army lying on the ground, they could not make those lines slow down and gentle.

The wind can enter, the rain can enter, the night can enter, but people cannot enter.

No one dared to step into this invisible net that occupied a radius of three zhang, even the bravest elite of the Tang Army would not forcibly step into it knowing that it would be death to walk in, as for the ascetics and long-robed swordsmen who listened to the rain building, at this time, the pale faces were eager to breathe, and the bronze bowl rosary and the blue light short sword were quietly suspended around them.

The long-robed swordsman from the Southern Jin Dynasty looked at Chao Xiaoshu in the rain with a shocked expression, and said bitterly: "I can't think of a gang leader in Chang'an City...... They are all great swordsmen of the highest grade in the cave, and they are even ...... You are only one step away from stepping into the realm of knowing fate, could it be that this is the strength and heritage of the Tang Empire? However, you should know very well that killing you is the idea of your Tang nobles, you can't win, the nobles said, as long as you are willing to surrender, you will be spared from death. ”

Raising his left hand towards Xiaoshu, he picked off a green leaf that had fallen on his soaked clothes, then raised his head and looked at the long-robed swordsman and said calmly: "If you kill my brother, then you must die whether you surrender or not." ”

The long-robed swordsman was silent.

The ascetic wearing the hat looked at Ning Que beside Chao Xiaoshu, looked at the black mask on his face, looked at his familiar but slightly weird bun, frowned and asked, "Young man, are you from the Moon Wheel Country?"

Ning Que looked back at the ascetic in silence and didn't make any response, just frowned slightly on the black mask.

Looking at the elites of the Tang Army on the other side of the courtyard, their eyes gradually became cold, and they said in a deep voice: "One is the great sword master of the Southern Jin Dynasty, and the other is the ascetic of the Moon Wheel Country, and you ...... It's my Datang soldiers, and it's shameful to collude with foreigners for the sake of the lives of those so-called magnates. ”

The leader of the Tang Army bowed his head slightly, as if he didn't want to be blinded by the majestic rain, and as if he was a little ashamed, he couldn't face Chao Xiaoshu's cold and pressing gaze.

But as long as there is a battle in which a strong cultivator participates, then the entire battle must be controlled by the cultivator, and ordinary people like Ning Que and the elite of the Tang Army can only assist and support from the side, and cannot influence the course of the battle. Cultivators' spiritual body and the most important mental power in the battle are depleted extremely quickly, and when they can't defeat the enemy with one blow, they often choose to temporarily retreat for pranayama, and at the previous moment, Tang Jun used the Shenhou crossbow, Chao Xiaoshu was worried that Ning Que would not be able to deal with it, so he took the risk of recalling the sword piece, so there was a simple conversation in the rainy night at this time.

"Let this be over. ”

Xiang Xiaoshu said this calmly, and then raised his right arm and pointed in the direction of Tingyu Tower, his strength realm was above the ascetic monks of the Moon Wheel Country and the swordsmen of the Southern Jin Dynasty, so he had the strength to choose when to go to war.

This is the time.

The five sword pieces flying at high speed in the courtyard seemed to hear a clear command, and the trajectory suddenly turned, and the roar suddenly became sharper, sneering through the rainy night and stabbing at the listening rain building!

The dervish's face suddenly tightened, his eyes widened, his hands quickly changed between his knees, and the copper bowl suspended in front of him buzzed to meet the enemy, and the string of ironwood prayer beads also flew up, spinning around his body at high speed.

The swordsman of the Southern Jin Dynasty snorted, his face was as pale as snow, but his lips were bright as blood, and his mental power entered the breath of heaven and earth inside and outside the Tingyu Tower through the orifices of the Qi Sea and Snow Mountain, and the blue light short sword flew up like lightning.

"That's not right!"

The dervishe's eyes constricted. Those gray sword shadows were faintly hidden under the majestic spring rain, and it wasn't until Xiao Ming flew to the rain tower that he could see clearly that there were only four, not five!

Where did the last piece of sword go?

The dervish was about to remind the Southern Jin swordsman beside him, but it was too late.

An extremely faint sword shadow silently bypassed the eaves of the Tingyu Building, avoiding the perception of the two people in the building, slid down the wooden pillar, and then suddenly accelerated at a half-human height, penetrating the extremely thick wooden pillar like a hot knife into snow, and the next moment it appeared behind the head of the Southern Jin Dynasty swordsman!

The swordsman of the Southern Jin Dynasty sensed the chill behind his head, and there was great fear in his heart, and the hands hanging outside his sleeves made a wild move, and the blue light short sword in the air suddenly struck, but he could no longer save the master.

With a slight muffled pop, the blade of the sword pierced the back of his head, and then pierced his throat bone, hanging with bloody flesh, and flew out crookedly like a blood-devouring monster worm!

The swordsman of the Southern Jin Dynasty glared, looked at Chao Xiaoshu in the rain, and leaned back heavily with his throat spurting blood, until the moment of death, he finally confirmed that the opponent's recovery speed was indeed far beyond his own.

The master was dead, and the blue light short sword, which had lost its mental control, fell into the rain, and flicked twice before standing still. The two sword pieces that were fighting with the blue light short sword at that moment roared sharply, and they merged with the other three sword pieces, and attacked the dervishe's body at high speed, just five extremely dim dots, but they were like a violent storm!

In the rainy sky, the five sharp sword pieces and the hard and clumsy copper bowl kept colliding, and the high-speed dancing ironwood rosary kept colliding, the crisp and piercing and sonorous humming sound staggered, as if there was no interruption, and the ascetic was surrounded by a small golden flower like a dandelion, blooming from time to time and being blown away by the cool breeze from time to time.

In an instant, there were countless openings on the ascetic's old monk's robe, and the Buddhist ascetic cultivators were not used to wearing soft armor to protect their bodies like ordinary cultivators, and blood kept oozing out of those openings, turning him into a bloody man covered in blood.

Chao Xiaoshu quietly looked at the Tingyu Building, the hands hanging outside his sleeves did not move, but the five sword pieces in the building were like his five invisible fingers, playing and pulling the strings of murder from time to time.

The face washed by the rain was a little whiter than before, and he raised his eyebrows slightly at Xiaoshu, and found that the ascetic was determined beyond his expectations, only to see him lift the front of his green shirt in a dashing manner, and he actually ignored the crossbow rain around him, and ignored the elites of the Tang Army who were rushing towards him, so he sat down in the majestic rain.

He was beside the threshold of his own house, staring at the enemy in his own building, his sword eyebrows gradually flattened, but the slender five fingers of his right hand outside his sleeve suddenly tightened, with this action, the five unpredictable sword pieces in the building gathered violently, and re-condensed into a sword, without any fancy just stabbed straight at the copper bowl!

At this moment, the other wall was washed by the pouring rain to the quiet and uninhabited street, and one of the two carriages finally moved slowly and drove towards the gate of the court, the sound of hooves and wheels was hidden by the wind and rain without a trace.