The boots pounded in the waterhole in front of the main gate of the court, like nails chiseled into the ground, and his two hands grasped the hilt of the sword firmly like steel, Ning Que circled in front of Chao Xiaoshu, tightening and relaxing the muscles of his wrist and forearm at unimaginable speed. He drove the snowy viburnum to spin rapidly around his wrist, which turned into a silver round shield, illuminating the ancient black mask on his face and sending the dense crossbow arrows flying.

"Bang, bang", a clanging cracking sound sounded, and countless crossbow arrows rang out in front of the two of them and were knocked away by powerful blades. They flew in all directions at high speed, sticking to the signboard of Zhaofu, and then made a thudding sound.

Dozens of crossbow arrows rained down unexpectedly. Even if he had a good wave path technique, Ning Que couldn't completely block it. But at this moment, his pupils shrank, his eyes were sharp, like an eagle flying in the open sky of the grassland, he saw all the details in front of him, maintained a calm state of mind like an eagle, and relied on his senses to intercept the angle of the crossbow arrow. He only swung at the arrows that might hurt himself and Chao Xiaoshu, and at the rest of the arrows, ignoring the others.

In this moment, this young man who has experienced countless life and death struggles perfectly demonstrates his keen sensitivity and good judgment of danger, the horror he has experienced. The bolts that seemed particularly dangerous swept past his earlobes, piercing his robes and piercing into the cracks in the rain-soaked blue slate, causing him no harm.

"Attack!" The leader of Don's elite troops yelled sternly.

At the sound of an order, the elite troops of the Tang Dynasty, which fired a round of crossbow arrows, were divided into two groups. One team quickly pulled out the spring and released the arrow, while the other group of more than ten soldiers silently drew the steel blades on their waists and charged towards the main gate of the palace.

Cluster! Cluster! Cluster! Cluster! An elite soldier of the Don Army repeatedly trampled on the wet ground with two feet, as if following the last round of crossbow arrows. Before he reached the main entrance, he howled, waved the blade with both hands, and then jumped high and slashed at Ning Que's head with irresistible force.

The two eyes exposed by the black mask were slightly lowered. Ning Que looked at the wet ground in front of him, as if he didn't see the ferocious blow that was about to land, but with a flick of his wrist, he turned the edge of his wave path into a white light, and slashed at the last two crossbow arrows with precision. And then... The light of the wave channel suddenly disappeared.

In the dark and rainy night, there was a faint light in the building. When the bean path rises, the edge that shines with the big movement becomes a bright surface. There is only one possibility, if the light of the wave channel disappears without a trace. The wave must be in a state of silence at this moment.

At this moment, the ordinary neck in his hand was inserted into the neck of the Tang elite soldier, and the neck was deeply wedged into a neck about half wide.

The edges of the pod tear open the skin, tightly clamping the bone and flesh. Blood gushed out from the tiny tip of the edge of the water chestnut and was quickly washed away by the heavier and heavier rain. Ning Que held the bottom of the hilt with his left hand, and the top of the other side of the hilt with his right hand, lowered his head slightly to watch the muddy rain splash on the blue stone slab, and then maintained a posture of kneeling low.

Time seems to have stopped, but it doesn't really stop. Ning Que pulled his left arm at lightning speed, and the wave blade on Tang Jingbing's neck made a sound that made people's teeth tremble. It was the sound of metal grinding against the sturdy neck bones. Just when the elite soldiers of the Tang Army died and fell with their eyes open, Ning Que tightly grasped the hilt of the sword with his left hand and pushed forward. Rain suddenly jumped from the edge of the wave channel and stabbed the throat of the second enemy.

He crossed his hands, grabbed the long handle of the wave, and jumped back and forth in a small area like an agile leopard on the grassland. Ning Que slashed at the enemy attacking from the left side with one sword, and then immediately spun his body and attacked violently. Using the edge of the wave, he cut through the rain curtain, and a knife cut through the night scene, slashing through the shoulder of the fourth enemy.

After a face-to-face encounter, four Tang elite troops died under his sword, their ravaged bodies sprayed with blood that seemed stronger than rain. Ning Que kept his promise and didn't let a person and crossbow arrows hurt Chao Xiaoshu. As for the rain that is getting more and more boundless, that's not something he should care about.

Tang's elite troops originally thought that when the three cultivators were fighting a life-and-death battle with the Qi of Heaven and Earth as the stage, they had encountered the best opportunity to attack. But they didn't expect that the young man standing silently behind Chao Xiaoshu would be such a violent character. Probably frightened by Ning Que's sharp and peculiar knife technique, Tang's elite troops felt that the black face was a little terrifying, and subconsciously slowed down the pace of advancement.

Ning Que held Doudou with both hands. The rain-soaked black mask rose and fell slightly, and then he frowned.

The Tang Army was the most disciplined and combat-effective army in the world. These soldiers who appeared in Zhaofu tonight were all elite soldiers of the Tang Dynasty, as long as their superiors did not give the order to retreat and encountered a terrible enemy, they would definitely not retreat. In other words, even if there is an abyss in front of them, they will still rush bravely towards it, without orders, and will not slow down.

When the trigger made a "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh" sound, the torrential rain fell with a thud and slapped on the roof of the Yule Building, making the solid blue slate make a thunderous sound, successfully masking the first three tiny trigger sounds.

But Ning Que didn't relax the whole time, staring at Tang's seemingly fearful elite troops, holding the hilt of his sword tightly with both hands, and listening carefully to the other sounds in the rainy night. So when he heard three extremely soft trigger sounds, he had already made a judgment: Shenhou crossbow!

The Shenhou crossbow was the most terrifying weapon carried by the Tang army. Inside there is a storage box that can fire ten crossbow arrows at a time. What's even more terrifying is that the Shenhou crossbow uses a special trigger design that can shoot crossbow arrows at a very fast speed, which brought countless brilliance to the Tang Empire when it conquered this land in history. It is a pity that the special steel required to make the Shenhou crossbow became more and more scarce, and it was gradually phased out from the standard equipment of the Tang army. No one would have thought it would show up tonight.

At the beginning, the elite troops of the Tang army who were ambushed in Zhaofu did not use the Shenhou crossbow, because they did not have the confidence to successfully shoot Zhao Xiaoshu, who was in good condition, with the Shenhou crossbow. Besides, the young man with the black mask is not worthy of the Shenhou crossbow to deal with. Originally, they wanted to use ordinary crossbow arrows, as well as Sadu and robed swordsmen, to gradually consume Chao Xiaoshu's strength, and then use the Shenhou crossbow to launch a final deadly attack. But the current situation does not allow them to do so. Without the Shenhou crossbow, they couldn't even kill the young man wearing the black mask, let alone Zhao Xiaoshu.

A raindrop the size of a soybean rolls down from the top to the bottom of the black mask. In such a short period of time, Ning Que had already figured out those things, and at the same time, he silently stretched out his left hand from the long hilt of the sword and reached out to his back, and his fingertips almost touched the big black umbrella wrapped in coarse cloth.

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Standing in the rain, Chao Xiaoshu's slightly pale face had nothing but calm. As he slowly opened his right hand, which hung down from his sleeve, the five blades flew in front of him with a roar, circling around them at breakneck speed. The rain curtain around the two of them was pierced by the blades of the blades, sending out several white lines.